Scara / Childe

Scara stood upon his stage, watching the soilders under his command stand in neat lines, rows and rows of devoted people. It made him feel powerful. Like a king over his people, they'd answer to anything he asked of them. The room was cold, the walls within the Cryo archons palace holding the echos of soilders barking orders.

However as he scans the crowd, his purple eyes landed on a particular person... one of his lovers. The one light that stood out amongst the sea of black uniforms before him. A secret bias he held for you, his most beloved... well, one of them.

suddenly the doors to the room burst open, causing a a few Fatui to flinch, and Scara to curse as he looked away from his beloved.

"Soilders," Childe called, smirking as he saw the reactions of the crowd. He had blood splattered on his cheek, remnants of his battle. One could only hope the enemy was well. Definitely not. "Dismissed!"

Scaras eyes briefly widen, watching as the Fatui looked between the two harbingers, unsure of who to listen to. That bastard just dismissed Scaras troop. But one huff from Childe had them scrambling to leave. Which just left the two men and you...

"What the fuck are you doing Childe?" Scara grumbled, eye twitching in annoyance although happy to see his beloved.

Childe smirks, coming to lean on you from behind, his fingers toying with the badge on your uniform absentmindedly.

"What I can't see my lovers? No one is here..." Childe answered Scara. The ginger man missed his lovers and honestly, its hard. They had to keep this all secret from the other Harbingers. They could only imagine the mocking and chaos that would ensue if they found out the powerful heads in the Fatui were involved with a mere soilders... of which they loved dearly. Maybe even a little possessively.

Scara sighs.