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Taking her hand, he pops up onto his own feet, debating if he wants to take a bath or not. The hot water would definitely soothe him into slumber, and he hums thoughtfully as he considers it.]
Let's. We can soak for a while and slip into bed. I'm a little too tired to do much else, [he admits, stretching his arms out now when he thinks more about going to bed.]
I can scrub your back, and maybe attend to you in other ways, if you wish.
[Tartaglia shoots her a sly wink, letting what that might mean hang in the air.]
drags hand across face.... skip the bath i s2g these two
Me too! We could use a nice relaxing bath after all the sightseeing we did.
[ As she's deciding what bath salt to use for today's occasion, her devilish boyfriend sends her a sly wink that she is very familiar with. It doesn't take much to figure out he's up to good in that mischievous head of his and Yoimiya knows she'll enjoy every second of his diabolical plans.
Giggling, she sits on her tiptoes to slyly lean her body against his, her breath playfully tickles the shell of his ear as her sweet voice whispers these words: ]
You're too kind to me. I'll be sure to return the favor in full. My beloved Ajax deserves nothing but the royal treatment and I have a bath soak that you're really going to enjoy. It's guaranteed to make you feel wonderful right down to your bones, hehe.
[ She gives him a soft kiss on the cheek just before pulling away. A devilish wink is also sent his way, the implication of her "special" bath soak is as loud as an explosive firework. ]
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Right down to my bones, is it? I can't wait for you to show me.
[He follows as if she were dangling a carrot on a stick in front of him, except she's using herself as the carrot. Once inside, the two of them have a delightful bath together, relaxing their bodies and getting them ready to have a good night's rest.]
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[After drying off, Tartaglia slips into bed, his body warm and like all the tension had released from his body, comfortable as he waits for Yoimiya to join him. When she finally walks in the bedroom, he looks to her with a soft smile on his face, admiring the glow she gives off after soaking in the bath, satisfied that he'd successfully helped her feel really nice before they finally laid down for the night. She's like a pristine goddess gliding in, and he doesn't hide how openly he's admiring her as he watches her get ready for bed.]
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Walking in with a translucent kimono robe showing just enough skin, she's greeted with the delightful scene of the love of her life making himself comfortable on the bed. Joining him, she sits down on the side of the bed, placing her hair accessories on the nearby nightstand. Of course, she can feel his stare, his eyes unable to peel himself away from her. It's touching, Ajax has made her feel so special, so desired and so loved. ]
I spy with my little eye... someone who can't seem to take their eyes off of me, hehe.
[ Sliding the drawer shut, she finally slips under the covers to cuddle up with him. Likewise, she's just as guilty of being unable to peel her eyes off of him, taking her time to admire every inch of him, as if he's the most perfect person she's ever seen. Her heart beats profoundly in her chest all the while her hand comes up to cup the side of his face, brushing his cheek with her fingertips. ]
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I can't help it, [he finally admits, his voice groggy and overcome with tiredness from the excitement from the day.] Your radiance has me completely captivated here- what else am I supposed to do?
[Tartaglia leans his head down to capture her lips, administering a loving, languid kiss. He invites her in, to savor their bond and taste the sweet flavor of their love, pressing himself against her and tangling his legs with hers. He finds himself lost in the kiss, content to twine himself with her and drown beneath waves of ardor that wash up and pull him underneath them. All this talk of marriage, their bath, and now this has his mind rose-tinted and bubbly with love. He never knew he could feel quite like this, especially since none of it pertains to battle.
Oh yes, that's right...the charm. He releases himself from her for only a moment, to say:]
Mmmmm, don't forget the charm. I want to see what our dream wedding would look like.
[He says as if he doesn't really believe that it would have the power to show them anything, but he likes the idea of tricking his mind into dreaming of it regardless. They say, after all, that dreams might be related to what had happened that day...]
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As they break, she's lost in his splendor, staring at him like a lovesick puppy who has found her destiny. Clear as day, she sees the future and it's with him. ]
Oh! That's right... [ Oops, she was so taken by the kiss she nearly forgot. Best distraction ever. ] That kiss was so incredible, I nearly forgot.
[ She shoots him a sly wink just before rolling over to grab the charm off the nightstand. Marveling at its lovely design, she gives it one last look before delicately placing it under the space between both of their pillows. ]
Aaaand I think that's how it goes? Once we fall asleep, we should start dreaming about our wedding. Mm... truth be told, I'm still not sure what kind of wedding I want.
[ Scooting herself closer, she curls herself into his arms, letting her head fall against his chest. The sounds of his beating heart, the feeling of his chest moving ever so slightly as he breathes, it's all so lovely and soothing, lulling her further into the depths of slumber. Although her body is tired, there's still a spark of excitement burning within, eager to see their dream wedding for themselves since she still doesn't quite know what she wants. For her, all that matters is... ]
All I know is that as long as it's you I'm marrying, you've made my dream a reality.
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His arm falls over her as she curls up against him, warmth flooding him from her presence here under the covers, letting his head curl down close to hers now that they're getting settled for the night.]
Ha, you're going to make me blush talking like that. I'll do my best to give you everything you'll ever want.
[Closing his eyes, he relaxes fully now, ready for sleep to take him, whether or not he has any dreams at all. His voice grows more and more groggy, clearing his mind of any worries or thoughts.]
Don't think too hard now, though, or you'll get yourself too worked up to sleep. Goodnight, Yoimiya...
[It won't be long until he's passed out, small, light snores coming out of him as he falls into the dreamland that he hoped he'd discover upon falling asleep...]
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[When next he opens his eyes, he's not in Ellipsa anymore, but rather he's in his snowy homeland of Snezhnaya, clad in traditional Snezhnayan garb, standing in front of Her Majesty, the Tsaritsa, who has their wedding rings on an altar. The cold bites at the attendees who are looking on, happy for the groom and bride, his entire family in attendance outside of the church where Ajax and Bronya stand. Yet, he can't feel the cold, instead standing and waiting excitedly to see Yoimiya join him at his side so they can be wed by the sacrosanct Cryo Archon herself. Tartaglia has no idea he's begun to dream of the wedding he wishes he could have, his smile as big as one's can get on their wedding day, and he can't wait to see his bride-to-be. He's paid the ransom for her, and now he finally gets to see her in all her beauty.]
Thank you for doing this, [he says as he turns to Her Majesty with a bow,] it means the world to me.
[But in this dream, she doesn't respond, her cold gaze looking out over the wedding itself, but he doesn't seem to mind. In fact, he expects it, and now he's just waiting for his beloved to appear.]
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It hasn't even occurred to her that this is a dream, their wedding so natural as if they've planned every last detail for many, many months. Snowflakes fall from the sky, dusting the path leading to her love but in spite of the cold, Yoimiya is filled to the brim with warmth seeing the happy faces of Ajax's parents and siblings welcoming her into their family with open arms. Once they're close enough, her parents give her one final hug and a warm smile directed at their soon-to-be son-in-law. He's paid the random and more than earned their approval. From the bottom of their hearts, they fully trust this man to take care of their daughter, both of them at ease knowing she's in the hands of someone who swore to love and protect her. They depart to join the rest of the guests, leaving Yoimiya to take her place right next to Ajax.
At long last, she makes eye contact with the love of her life. She looks up, feeling her heart beating profoundly inside of her chest at the sight of his perfect visage against the wintry backdrop. He's stunning as always... the fallen snowflakes shimmers off his face in an empyreal glow, his ginger hair tucked underneath the cossack kubanka astrakhan hat, the red and white garb of his homeland giving him the appearance of a prince. To her, he always and will forever be the most gorgeous person in the whole universe.
Finally, she turns to greet the Tsaritsa, bowing her head out of respect to the Cyro Archon. It truly is an honor to have Snezhnaya's god be the one to oversee this marriage and unite them in holy matrimony. ]
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Childe laughs quietly at his little brother before turning to admire Yoimiya, even more pristine up close than when she had been entering the ceremony, the perfect vision of beauty and grace. He takes her hands gingerly after bows are made to Her Majesty, unable to see any of the world around him save for her captivating eyes, ones that glow with the sun and shine in the night sky.
You're beautiful, he mouths to her, completely taken in by her radiance, admiration shining in his eyes.]
We'll begin, [the cool voice of the archon rings out, silencing the crowd in reverence of her. She begins the ceremony, moving through everything swiftly, until finally they arrive at the wedding vows. She gestures to Tartaglia to start, nodding back to her as he holds both of Yoimiya's hands. His gaze has hardly broken away from her the entire ceremony, and with a lovesick smile on his face, he recites the vows that his dream brain has written for him in this very moment:]
Yoimiya, my life, my love, the eye of my storm. I give you my entire being, my eternal commitment, m▊ ▊▊▊▊▊▊ love ▊▊▊▊▊...your presence is the very ▊▊▊▊▊▊▊ of ▊▊ ▊▊▊▊▊▊▊...
[The dream begins to be fuzzy, his words incomplete, but he can still feel the warmth of his love for the wonderful woman in front of him, and he knows he means every single word he says, even if he can't remember them.]
Let us stand together ▊▊ ▊▊ gaze down upon ▊▊▊ ▊▊▊▊▊▊ below, and I will ▊▊▊▊ ▊▊▊ as ▊▊▊ shining northern star ▊▊▊▊ pierces ▊▊▊ inescapable ▊▊▊▊ night. I love you, and I pledge my body, mind, and soul to ▊▊▊, ▊▊▊ ▊▊▊ alone.
[He finishes, waiting with anticipation for her vows, his heart beating strongly in his chest as he stares back at Yoimiya, still enraptured by her. He can't believe this is finally happening, on this perfect day...]
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You're stunning, she mouths back to him, utterly enamored by her Snezhnayan prince of the deep blue sea.
And then, the ceremony begins. In reverence for the Cyro Archon, she takes in her words but her true focus is on the man who has captured her heart, body, soul, and mind, never once did she pull her eyes away from him, basking in his ethereal glow. As she listens to his vows, Ajax will be able to feel her hands softly shaking before giving him a gentle squeeze. ]
Ajax...
[ She speaks with a hint of a quiver, her voice on the verge of breaking out into a sob. Taking a deep breath, she needs a quick moment to compose herself, blearily blinking her eyes to fight the tears that are about to stream down her cheeks. Another deep breath, she needs to stay strong not just for herself but for him as well. More than anything, she wants Ajax to know just how deep her love runs for him. ]
Ajax, my love, my one and only, the ▊▊▊▊▊▊ of my ▊▊▊▊. I've never known what it's like to ▊▊▊▊ ▊▊ ▊▊▊▊... until I met you. From the bottom of my heart, I believe you were the one I ▊▊▊ ▊▊▊▊▊ to ▊▊▊▊, the one I was ▊▊▊▊▊▊▊▊ to be with. You're the ▊▊▊▊▊ that brightens up my ▊▊▊▊▊ ▊▊▊, you shine brighter than any ▊▊▊▊.
[ With every word uttered, she gazes into his deep blue irises, gracing the wonderful man in front of her with a soft, loving smile for him and him alone. The dream starts becoming hazy, and she has a difficult time making out parts of the vow but even if she can't recall every single word, her love for him will always be stalwart and she can rest knowing her dream self was speaking straight from the heart. ]
I love you, I love you so much, Ajax. As I stand on this altar with you, I pledge my heart, my ▊▊▊▊, my mind, and my body to you. I promise to be with you for ▊▊▊ ▊▊ ▊▊▊▊▊▊. Across worlds, across ▊▊▊ ▊▊▊▊s, across ▊▊▊▊, across universes, I pledge to remain by your side and always be with you.
[ Overcome with so many emotions, she finishes her vows and finally, gives in to the tears that tumble down the side of her face. From the audience, she's pretty sure she can make out the sounds of her mother sobbing right alongside her. Yoimiya has been looking forward to this day for so long, and it's almost hard to believe it's finally here. This is truly the happiest day of her life... the happy ending she's always sought. ]
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That emotion only grows when she begins, giving her his full attention, his eyes widening and beginning to glisten with the tears that threaten to well up and spill over onto his cheeks. Her speech is as beautiful as herself, how the rays from the sun illuminate her, voice angelic to his ears as she finishes and begins to cry. Tartaglia gingerly lets go of one of her hands to wipe away the tears that fall, his smile gentle as the Tsaritsa continues.]
May these rings be blessed, and the two of you be forever joined until the wolves ravage your bones or the frigid winds freeze you to your cores. Place them on your fingers, and go- may you walk together and fight your way through the eternal blizzard.
[Handing them each other's rings, Tartaglia takes Yoimiya's hand to slip her ring onto her finger, and waits patiently for her to do the same. Little does anyone know, the rumblings of something darker begin to stir behind the church, waiting for the right opportunity to strike.]
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In turn, she takes his hand, exhaling a loving sigh to shake away the tears as she delicately slips the band on his finger. She stares down at their hands, taking a moment to admire the rings binding them for all of eternity. The perfect ending to a perfect ceremony, now all they have to do is say their ring exchange vows and they can go party with their families—
CRASH Suddenly, the door of the church is violently ripped open. On the other side, is an outpouring of hilichurls, abyss mages, and lawachurls rushing in. Thankfully, there happens to be a few armed Fatui soldiers on the scene, ushering the attendees to a safe location. With her heart at ease that their families will be out of harm's way, Yoimiya giggles, completely ignoring the sounds of the monster's battle cries by giving Ajax's hand a gentle squeeze. ]
Well... what do we have here? Don't you know it's rude to show up to a wedding uninvited?
[ It is almost eerie how she's still smiling, even while they're under attack. She doesn't even spare a passing glance at the monsters, seeing them as simple pests. Unperturbed, Yoimiya never once pulled her gaze away from her beloved, solely focusing on him even with the sudden interruption. ]
With this ring, I promise to always love and cherish you. As your wife, I will always stand beside you through thick and thin. Together, we have the power to conquer multiple universes... and crush anyone who dares to stand in our way.
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Tartaglia relishes in the fact that fighting is to be had, but not before he completes his vows to her, to complete their ceremony and officially be husband and wife. Neither does the Tsaritsa seem bothered, waiting for her Harbinger to finish.]
Haha, those are my lines.
[He grins back at her with a wink, his heart swelling with pride and adoration at her vows, love leaving him a little lightheaded even as a pew gets thrown across the room in the background. Fatui soldiers fight against them, determined not to let the ceremony be interrupted, but their battle is a losing one. Tartaglia clears his throat, smiling as he recites his ring vows, eyes locked on Yoimiya as he continues:]
I give you this ring, as a symbol of my eternal pledge to you. For as long as the sun rises and the moon falls, my love for you will never fade, for my love is as strong as the permafrost, perdurable and ever-lasting. With our love, we shall ascend above all those who dare to challenge us, leaving nothing but slaughter in our wake; for this world is for us to conquer, together.
[The Tsaritsa nods once, and says-]
Do you, Ajax, take Yoimiya to be your lawfully wedded wife?
[Childe nods, his eyes still gazing into Yoimiya's own, radiating confidence and a deep devotion and affection shining in his eyes. This is the moment they'd finally been waiting for, when he can call her his wife, where they truly can spend the rest of their lives together. If he weren't so sure of himself, he might of been nervous here, but he states his devotion to her with no hint of hesitation.]
I do.
And you, Yoimiya, take Ajax to e your lawfully wedded husband?
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His pledge resonates in her heart like an empyreal symphony pouring into her entire being with so much love that she could burst. The promise he makes isn't just talk. Together, the power of their love will stand strong in the face of opposition, their bond will enable them to conquer not only this world but also the stars spread across the vast galaxy above them.
I do.
Those two powerful words fill her heart with absolute joy. Such a simple phrase holds the power to bind them in wedded bliss. Every moment they've spent together has led up to this beautiful ceremony where they can start the next chapter in their lives as husband and wife. A soft smile pulls at her lips, her eyes reflect nothing but the utmost love and devotion for the man standing in front of her. ]
I do.
[ Yoimiya nods, her response firm and full of conviction. Together forever with Ajax, the man of her dreams, the love of her life, this is right where she wants to be, at his side for all of eternity. Ajax as her husband... she's so happy to call him that she could cry. ]
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Then I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.
[It's such a routine part of any wedding ceremony, but the gravity it has and how much it means to him is far from routine. It's an honor and a blessing that he gets to call her his wife, moving inward to take her into his arms to slot their lips together. Ajax's hand comes up to brush her cheek before cupping it in his hand, eyes closing as he savors the feel of kissing his lovely new wife, deepening it even as chaos ensues behind them. All that matters to him is showing his eternal love to his wife, and once that's done, they can have some real fun.
But for now, Childe kisses Yoimiya for as long as he pleases, each languid pass of his lips against hers is like a moment in paradise, drinking her in as if she were a fine wine that deserves to be savored for as long as possible. When he finally breaks from her, all he can do is stare downwards to admire her, his precious Yoimiya, priceless in every way and stunning in the traditional Snezhnayan dress she's picked. Nothing could be more perfect, including the fighting that's now destroyed half the church while they both drowned in each other's eyes.]
Shall we show our rude guests what happens when they barge in uninvited?
[He asks her, eyes heavily lidded, so besotted with Yoimiya that he's still unable to tear his gaze away. Tartaglia's thumb brushes across her cheekbone, memorizing every detail of her face, wanting to remember this moment for the rest of his life, and of the impending battle that they would both be partaking in.]
It would be a perfect opportunity to show the world that they should fear our might. And I couldn't think of a better way to celebrate our love than slaughtering every single of one of them.
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Even as they part, Yoimiya can't get enough of his magnificence, lost in her husband's beautiful blue eyes, his dashing Sneznhnayan outfit that gives him the appearance of a prince from the frozen tundra... she could stare at him all day long. Their wedding has been beyond perfect and although they are forced to break away from one another, their special day is about to become all the more momentous. ]
Yes, let's. Since they're here to start a fight, it's only fair we give them what they want.
[ She tenderly smiles in response, melting into the gentle brush of his thumb tracing over her soft cheeks. Utterly enamored by Ajax, the screeches of a nearby Cyro Abyss Mage is like white noise to her, even as it conjures up an icicle aimed at the couple. ]
This will be the grand opening to our conquest. It's as if the gods gave them as wedding gifts to us, our opportunity to show the world the power of our love. Now...
[ Truly unfortunate they have to pull away from each other, the only saving grace is witnessing her beloved relishing in the one thing he loves as much as her; the thrill of battle. Yoimiya summons Thundering Pulse, avoiding the honing ice shard in an elegant spin while her dress beautifully flutters in tandem. ]
I'd say till death do us part but I think these guys are the ones that need to worry about their fates, hehe.
[ In lightning-fast reaction time, Yoimiya fires off her ryuukin saxifrage at the extremely RUDE Cyro Abyss Mage, searing her signature goldfish mark that explodes the shield upon impact. With its defenses down, a string of pyro-infused arrows is mercilessly shot at the poor thing, killing the monster instantly before it even realizes what's happening. One right after the other, the scorching goldfish mark moves from hilichurl to abyss mage, all the while Yoimiya easily picks them off one by one with her arrow barrage, giggling at the fact these sad creatures are nothing compared to what they fought in Ellipsa.
She couldn't have asked for a more splendid wedding. ]
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He gracefully separates from Yoimiya as the icicle soars between the two of them, water coalescing and forming in his hands into his swords, a satisfied smile on his face at Yoimiya's words as they snap into existence. Tartaglia licks his lips with a hunger that can only be satiated with blood, excitement pumping through him as he watches his beautifully deadly wife execute an Abyss Mage with almost no effort at all. The first line of monsters fall to her arrows, leaving a line of carnage on the floor as blood trickles past the white petals of flowers that were tossed to the floor earlier in the ceremony, leaving a contrast of new beginnings and death as the backdrop for this battle. And now that Yoimiya has had a little fun, now it's his turn.]
They won't have time to worry, [he finally responds, stepping forward as he twirls his blades at his sides,] because they're not even knowing to know what hit them. Hahaha...
[As he steps off, he becomes a blur of blue, aimed right at the lawachurl that's ripped through the church's wall, roaring at the top of its lungs. It's the biggest and most dangerous target in the room at the moment, and Childe wastes no time reaching it as its fist comes hammering down at him. Wood, dirt and debris explode upward in a cloud of destruction, but the Harbinger is no where to be seen until it's too late, his blades slicing clean through the armor of the beast before moving again to avoid the thrashing of its arms around it to hit its target. Smirking, the young man knows that it doesn't stand a chance against him, finding his way up its body before his double glaive spins as he beheads it, the head smashing into the ground before rolling a few feet away from the body, which follows suit with a enormous thud.
At the very least, he's managed to terrify some of the smaller hilichurls, who shake in fear from the sight of their leader going down on top of the small blonde woman who's picking off their archers and the mages who gave them the strength to fight.]
Is that all you lot have got? I barely broke a sweat!
[And just to hammer it home, Ajax swings his blades a few more times, cleaving through a few monsters who had gotten too close to the battle, their bodies cut in half as easily as slicing through a stick of butter. He looks up to the Tsaritsa, bowing before his god, hoping that their performance has pleased her.]
Your Majesty, allow Yoimiya and I to clean up this mess. It wouldn't do if you had to dirty your hands on such filth. Yoimiya, you're fine with that, aren't you?
[He grins at his lovely wife, his eyes sparkling to see her kill another monster with deadly accuracy from her bow, the gleam of Thundering Pulse giving her a more heavenly, ethereal aura, as if she were slaying them with the very divinity of Inazuma. It leaves him breathless, his hand falling over his heart to watch her work.]
Because it seems you're having a lot of fun as well, haha.
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Her incredible, powerful, beloved husband is the most amazing man to ever walk the face of Teyvat. And Yoimiya is so proud and happy to stand beside him as his wife.
The rest of the vanguard of hililchurls are smacked down like insects, Tartaglia continues to impress her by slashing them clean in half while she picks off the remaining stragglers. The aftermath of their carnage is simply beautiful, the blood dripping across the once pristine floorboard and onto the white petals is proof of their masterpiece, their eternal love creating this spectacular sea of blood that paints the church floor.
Once the pests have been taken care of, Yoimiya turns her attention to the supreme ruler of the country cascaded with ice. She's quick to take her place right next to the Harbinger, bowing right alongside him to bestow her own respect for the Tsaritsa. Yoimiya's heart will always be with Inazuma but now that she's wedded to Ajax, she's more than ready to serve Snezhnaya's Majesty together with him, especially since the Cyro Archon was gracious enough to officiate their wedding. For that, she feels forever indebted to her husband's god. ]
Yes, I'm having the time of my life fighting alongside the person I love the most in this world. It'll be my honor to get rid of these pets so Her Majesty doesn't have to lift a finger.
[ Cold and imposing, the Tsaritsa nods her head at the couple, heeding their request. ]
With your blade as sharp as ice, go forth and defend this church with your permafrost will, Tartaglia.
[ Like moths to the flame, more enemies dare to emerge out of the broken walls. Standing in front of the newlywed couple are a pair of elite monsters from the Abyss, a Frost Fall Herald, and a Fathomless Flames Lector. Certainly a step up from the pitiful hilichurls but still not enough. ]
Oh? Is this the backup? Hmm... kind of disappointing, not gonna lie. I was expecting more than just you two.
[ They already have the advantage in terms of elements and with Ajax by her side, there's no need for her to worry. Just to drive home the point that she's not even scared, Yoimiya slots her lips with Tartaglia's to give him a good luck kiss before sending him off, trusting her husband to take on the pyro lector while she fights the cyro herald. When she breaks, she's breathless, staring into his stunning eyes as if he's the most gorgeous being ever created, gently stroking his cheek one last time before departing to battle. With her bow aimed, she steps out to engage in combat, her glass heels click against the blood-stained floor that dyes her once crystal-clear slippers with the blood of their fallen enemies. ]
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Of course, Your Majesty.
[He turns to watch portals from the Abyss open up to reveal something more dangerous, generals of the Abyss Prince that clearly wanted to disrupt their perfect day. Little did he know, that this is the exact kind of thing Tartaglia thrives in. And naturally, his fearless partner here, the love of his life just looks at them like they're just simple pests, making him laugh. Abyss Heralds were no joke...except to them.
And if she wanted to make that point more clear, he bends down as she pulls him into a kiss, closing his eyes and smiling into it as they both wish each other good luck through the passes of their lips against each other. As they break, her brilliant golden eyes capture his own, the brush of her hand against his cheek making his skin prickle as he admires her beauty right before they move to take on their respective opponent.]
Let's dispatch them quickly and then clean up the rest of the rabble, Yoimiya.
[Tartaglia's movement afterwards is so fast it's hard to see him, abusing the power of his Vision as he practically hydroplanes to the pyro lector that shoots fireballs in his direction, bloodlust coating his expression as his blades sing through the air to assault his target. Though he's fought them before, among the many monsters of the Abyss that he saw as a child, he knows Yoimiya hasn't. Not that he's worried, but his instinct to protect her in case things go south hasn't dulled even with how powerful she's become. So even through his attacks, with one blade cutting straight through the lector's armor and another coming dangerously close to impaling it through the chest, he keeps an eye on Yoimiya. Because he wants to make sure she's okay, and so he can watch her murder a monster.]
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And since she can feel her lovely husband's brilliant blue eyes watching her, Yoimiya is determined to prove herself worthy enough to stand strong as Ajax's wife.
Brandishing its frosty blade, the cryo herald lunges forth in a myriad of slashes. Every step is laced with grace and elegance, Yoimiya dodges the oncoming strikes, backflipping and twirling out of the way as the bottom of her white dress beautifully sways in the cold wind. Her smile is full of confidence even as her opponent's blade creates a pillar of ice so cold, it leaves a stinging sensation on her cheeks. But in the face of danger, the chill is nothing compared to the harsh conditions of Snezhnaya. Despite wearing a long dress, she's proving herself to be quick on her feet, releasing arrows in perfect symphony with her swerves and even landing a few direct hits that manage to penetrate the herald's cyro armor. Smirking, she's utterly satisfied to see the monster staggering from her explosive arrows. ]
Don't you know it's rude to dance with a bride on her wedding day? [ she says while giggling in a very unsettling manner, ] The only person I wish to dance with is my beloved husband.
[ Unbeknownst to the herald, the new bride already had a trap set in motion the moment the two rude guests barged in.
One final desperate attempt is made as the creature vaults into the air, using its remaining life force to encase its body in a cryo shield. Now within good distance, a dark icicle projectile is aimed at her until, BOOM, a loud explosion echoes throughout the wall of the church. From behind, Yoimiya's beloved fire familiars— a goldfish and narwhal forged from the flames of the couple's everlasting love hurl themselves onto the herald's armored back, detonating upon impact to burn away the protective shield. Satisfied at the work of her beloved familiars, her heart swells with pure joy, proud to see their accumulation of eternal love wreaking havoc. A dangerous expression settles on her features as she watches the abyss creature writhe and squirm in pain. ]
Hehehe, shouldn't have underestimated the power of our love.
[ Laughing like a madwoman, she decides it's time to put the herald out of its misery. In quick succession, Yoimiya shoots pyro arrow after arrow, piercing both shoulders, arms, and legs leading up to a final pierce that skewers the monster dead center of its face. One snap of her fingers causes the arrows to explode in a dazzling display of sparkling golden narwhals and goldfish, blowing up its head and the rest of the monster's body until it's nothing but an incinerated mess of what it once was.
What a thrilling battle that was, leaving her fulfilled right down to her bones. Some blood has splattered onto her white dress but ah well, that's part of battle. What's more important is watching Ajax's fight. Now that her thirst for blood has been satiated, she turns her attention to her gallant husband, excited to see how he's going to ruthlessly kill his pesky opponent. She knows her Harbinger sweetheart has this in the bag but should he need some assistance, her Thundering Pulse is aimed and ready to assist. ]
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He quickly delivers a slice to the lector fighting him, applying his riptide mark to it and kicking it to the side so he can enjoy the final show here, the explosion reminiscent of the brilliant display of fireworks the Nagonahara Fireworks Show is so renown for. Goldfish and narwhals explode outward to dance along the walls of the church, charring them black as the herald falls to the floor, smoking and almost unrecognizable. He looks to Yoimiya, splattered with blood, enamored with her and her performance, seeing her as the most gorgeous woman in the world.
But he's got his own problems, the lector not staying down for long, irritated with the disrespectful way Tartaglia has treated their fight. From behind, as the Harbinger gazes at his wife, it fires several fireballs at him, but he's more than aware of what it's doing. With a smirk, Childe turns as he dodges each blast, closing the distance between the two of them as one of his blades slashes right across its chest, causing it to roar in pain and frustration before the rumblings of power that manifest within its core start to outwardly show itself. He's seen this before, moving backward not to get caught in the blast, waiting for it to protect itself, knowing that it doesn't have a chance even with the shield. It summons a meteor, aimed right at him that he quickly dodges, manifesting the fiery prism that causes pillars of fire to erupt from the ground all around the Harbinger.
Yoimiya isn't the only archer here- quickly swapping to his bow, he begins to fire hydro arrows at the Darkfire Furnace, destroying it and ruining its plans to keep him at bay. However, giving it what it expects isn't the name of his game, letting another arrow charge in his bow as water forms around him with more and more power until he releases the symbol of his constellation out from it. The whale's cry is haunting, echoing throughout the church as it slams into the pyro lector, eliminating it instantly. The smirk on his face is wide, turning back towards his beloved with pride, not even taking a moment to revel in his victory. For that opponent was weak and hardly worth his time, and he'd much rather spend his attention on Yoimiya.]
Even the Abyss can't ruin our perfect day. I dare say they've made it all the better. I haven't had this much fun in quite a while.
[He walks over to Yoimiya, placing a hand on her cheek to capture her in a kiss, so unbelievably proud of her and her skills.]
Watching you fight was like watching the elegance of a royal ballet fit for the Taritsa herself...it took my breath away. It was as if I'd fallen in love all over again.
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Watching him fight will always be one of the most magnificent performances to gaze upon. There's no way she could rush in and interrupt their fight, he's enjoying himself and she couldn't be any happier for him.
And it only gets better, he graces her with the most splendid performance she's ever seen. The whale's eerie melody rings throughout the church as if it were a beautiful symphony bestowing its blessings on their wedding day. In one vicious slam, it smites the abyss denizen down with its tremendous weight, killing it right on the spot. It was such a firm blow that Yoimiya isn't sure if there's even any traces of the pitiful lector left, no doubt its body has been completely crushed to death. But that doesn't matter, the interruptions are finally gone. All that matters is reveling in their shared lust for blood by enjoying the sweet taste of Ajax's amazing victory. This is the happiest day of their lives and she wants nothing more than to spend every waking second with him, showering him with all the love she has in her heart and then some.
She wastes no time striding over to him, the touch of his hand draws her into his tender warmth, hopelessly lost in his magnificent splendor. Once he captures her for a kiss, she's practically melting underneath him, their lips slot so perfectly together like two puzzle pieces. A crimson sea of blood pools at their feet from all the havoc they've wreaked together, the perfect backdrop for the destructive couple as they share a kiss in this sacred building with the heavens above watching them. ]
Mmm, it felt like my heart was going to beat out my chest as I watched you. [ Amidst the chilly temperature, her hot breath gusts against his lips. Unable to hold herself back, she quickly kisses him again before finishing off her song of praise. ] You truly are the most incredible warrior I've ever laid eyes on, Ajax. With every second of every day, you just continue to grow stronger and I'm truly blessed to be the person who stands by your side as you inflict your might onto the world.
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He moves into her to hold her in his embrace, wrapping his arm around her while holding the back of her head as he gazes downwards into her eyes, focused solely on her and her alone.]
You honor me. I can think of no one more deserving and worthy to stand at my side at the very pinnacle of this world once we've conquered it.
[As he speaks, the church blurs together into a darkness reminiscent of the Abyss itself. The ground becomes more rocky and corrupted, the ceiling of the building fading to a darkened sky with stars that paint the horizon, but the Tsaritsa is now no where to be found. Instead, the light of something more powerful emanates from behind the couple, floating in midair staring at the two of them before it speaks.]
You who covet the god's power, return the gnoses to me. They are not to be held by mortals. Return them now and you may still live.
[Tartaglia's head turns, clearly irritated by the interruption. He sneers at the god, gesturing out with his hand as if she were insane.]
And why are you getting on my case about it? I never even had the chance to touch one. If you want them back so badly, you'll have to speak with the Tsaritsa about that. And even if I did have them, there's no way I'd just give them to you. We've worked far too hard to give it all up now.
[He looks to Yoimiya, a grin on his face. Chaos swirls in his eyes, because he sees the chance of a lifetime and he's hoping she'll be just as ready to take this god on as he is right now.]
In fact, [he says to the god,] why don't we just make sure you never get in the way in the first place? You can gain your gnoses back...if you can get through us, first.
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It's only when the god speaks that she finally pulls her stare away from Ajax to show some sort of acknowledgment. But in the face of danger, she's still snuggled up in her husband's arms, resting her head on top of his chest and sticking her tongue out at their new opponent in an act of shameless defiance. ]
Even if we had the gnosis, we don't need it to defeat you. The power of our love is more than enough to take you down. You won't be getting past us, hehehe.
[ In a declaration full of confidence, she responds not to the god but to her beloved husband with a sneer that matches his own.
Lost in their dreamscape away from the real world, Yoimiya goes with the flow, not even questioning the existence of the god, the Abyssal realm, and the mention of the gnoses. She's going to have lots of questions upon waking up but for the time being, Yoimiya is excited to engage in another battle alongside her lover. Perhaps this one will provide them with the challenge they are seeking... ]
I'm ready Ajax. Let's turn this god into a stepping stone in our path towards conquest.
[ As much as it pains her to pull away from his hold, she does so in order to get her bow aimed and ready. ]
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Let's.
[As Yoimiya pulls away to pull out her bow, Tartaglia in turn summons his swords back into his hands, ready to fight and take down this new opponent. It's been the fight he's longed for, one that he's been training since the beginning to have. He said he would conquer the world and defeat the gods, for the Tsaritsa and for his own glory. Never would he of thought, long ago, that someone else would be willing to stand beside him and fight, let alone the woman of his dreams. But here he stands, as the god summons four star sigils in the air around her as what he'd assume are weapons, alongside Yoimiya, who's just as willing to fight this thing to the death as he is. Adrenaline rushes through him and the excitement he feels finally reaches its peak, charging in to clash with the god that wants to ruin all of the Tsaritsa's plans.
Corrupted, blood red energy fires out from the sigils as Childe charges in, shooting not only at him but at Yoimiya as well, his blades flashing to knock some shots away and dodging others. He puts all his trust in Yoimiya's skills for now- he won't be able to protect her from everything here, but he knows his lovely wife can handle herself just fine, given all the training she's done with him and her versatility with not only a bow, but a sword now as well.
He finally reaches his target, coming in with a powerful slash that gets easily blocked by a shield that the god raises with one hand, sending him flying back a foot or so as she counterattacks with an invisible blade that slams into his own sword.]
Foolish mortal, did you think I'd be so easy? And you...
[Turning her attention to Yoimiya, all four sigils now aimed at her.]
Yoimiya! Be on your toes-!
[He can see the god take aim at his wife, making sure to warn her, but he's confident that she can handle the assault with ease. After all, she's his wife and he believes she'll have no issues beating any opponent they face.]
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