[As she applies her blood to his ring, his eyes dilate at the sight of the gem turning to a deep shade of purple, sparkling like the Abyss with red and orange glitter in his. They look like beacons of light in a dark void...and he smiles with satisfaction before inspecting hers. It's not lost on him that both of their things have something from themselves embedded into it.]
Your fireworks and my childhood...all encompassed into our rings. It's sort of poetic when you think about it.
[Lifting his hand, the ring sits close to his mouth so he can whisper into it, the last ingredient before he can make his claim on her. The smile on his face is one of twisted satisfaction, looking directly into her eyes as he whispers:]
Find our soul.
[He can feel something shift within him, something that binds itself to his very soul, wrapping around it and shooting outward to anchor itself to Yoimiya's. Just as their trust bond gives them a sense of where the other is, he can tell that this is similar but works in a slightly different way- which is fine by him. If one method breaks, the other is there to ensure that Yoimiya is attached to him in one way or another. He'll always know where she is, and will cross mountains to find her if she disappears...no matter the reason.
Tartaglia's breath becomes shallow through the process of their souls binding to each other, eyes alight with crazed devotion and obsession. The idea of it all is exhilarating, sending a shockwave through his system that makes him physically shudder, as if a gust of ice cold air had hit him despite being in the warm water. His hand reaches out to cup her face, with a piercing stare that would otherwise unnerve any normal person, wishing that he could see the red thread that keeps them bound to each other.
These gorgeous, honeyed eyes of hers...he gets to keep them in his life for as long as they're here in Ellipsa...and hopefully when they return to Teyvat as well. Determination surges through him to make the latter a reality, the idea of having her forever into other worlds now a diseased seed that takes root in his mind.]
You're all mine now.
[The words are uttered quietly, with a danger in them that suggests that leaving isn't an option. His smile is wicked and his gaze is disconcerting, and yet he feels like Yoimiya won't be phased by any of this, if not elated to see his eternal devotion to her.]
And I, yours. Why don't we celebrate this momentous moment.
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Your fireworks and my childhood...all encompassed into our rings. It's sort of poetic when you think about it.
[Lifting his hand, the ring sits close to his mouth so he can whisper into it, the last ingredient before he can make his claim on her. The smile on his face is one of twisted satisfaction, looking directly into her eyes as he whispers:]
Find our soul.
[He can feel something shift within him, something that binds itself to his very soul, wrapping around it and shooting outward to anchor itself to Yoimiya's. Just as their trust bond gives them a sense of where the other is, he can tell that this is similar but works in a slightly different way- which is fine by him. If one method breaks, the other is there to ensure that Yoimiya is attached to him in one way or another. He'll always know where she is, and will cross mountains to find her if she disappears...no matter the reason.
Tartaglia's breath becomes shallow through the process of their souls binding to each other, eyes alight with crazed devotion and obsession. The idea of it all is exhilarating, sending a shockwave through his system that makes him physically shudder, as if a gust of ice cold air had hit him despite being in the warm water. His hand reaches out to cup her face, with a piercing stare that would otherwise unnerve any normal person, wishing that he could see the red thread that keeps them bound to each other.
These gorgeous, honeyed eyes of hers...he gets to keep them in his life for as long as they're here in Ellipsa...and hopefully when they return to Teyvat as well. Determination surges through him to make the latter a reality, the idea of having her forever into other worlds now a diseased seed that takes root in his mind.]
You're all mine now.
[The words are uttered quietly, with a danger in them that suggests that leaving isn't an option. His smile is wicked and his gaze is disconcerting, and yet he feels like Yoimiya won't be phased by any of this, if not elated to see his eternal devotion to her.]
And I, yours. Why don't we celebrate this momentous moment.