[ Although inwardly he's satisfied with that response (Zhongli will protect him, he will absolutely protect him from any of the other Zenites that would kill him,) he doesn't show it, only seeming to curl in a little more defensively at his shard being handled. It feels awful like something clutching and clawing at his inner chest walls, and even the feeling of the blood seems to feel like an unwelcome blanket trying to smother his soul. Even with all of Zhongli's benevolence, it feels terrible, but Childe just wants it to all go away. If that means he just has to curl up some and wait, then fine.
What Childe doesn't expect is for the illness to suddenly worsen as the little bit of Zenith energy agitates the Meridian. The Zenith is nothing in comparison to the Meridian and with the exchange having nowhere to truly go, the Faction of Creation's energy becomes restless and caged like a beast. Childe grits his teeth and swallows, but the resistance only causes intense nausea and dizzying discomfort. His breathing starts to feel sickly heavy and no longer naturally fluid before he is turning away to suddenly vomit up the contents of his stomach, which is nothing much at all—and blood. Despite the heaving and sudden exertion on his body, even when he isn't retching up unusually sticky blood, and the following heavy breathing, a part of him realizes that this blood isn't his own. It's such a surreal feeling, like the blood being absorbed by his shard is being immediately rejected by his body and tossed out, except in a higher quantity than he imagined his shard could possibly be taking in. Ugh, he wants this all to stop, fix had to be some fucked up hallucination—
(His fingers dig into arms enough to draw blood through the fabric but suddenly he yells in pain, his eyes shooting open wide as his hands clumsily claw to reach and clutch at his head at the sudden awful sound that rips through his mind. It's an inhuman screech that is neither creature nor beast of natural origin— it's all vile, all monstrous and disgustingly raw.
It's hard to pinpoint where it comes from, particularly if it's the Meridian or the Abyss that rears its head so viciously, but it seems to matter little with the overall results.)
Childe's ears start to bleed even as he trembles¬ out of fear but more akin to someone in sudden shock from being hit in the head with a deadly blow that the body has not yet had time to register. Childe says nothing but Zhongli will have probably have heard some of that sound through communion and he will also now feel the wall of shock that rips through the harbinger leaving him momentarily unable to move which sets in a dizzying panic—
— which all circles back to suddenly having him retching violently. In the end, Childe will actively try and start to crawl away by any means he can. He doesn't know where to go or what to do or how to make it stop but it's driving him insane from every angle to the point he needs to get away from it!
cw: vomitting blood
What Childe doesn't expect is for the illness to suddenly worsen as the little bit of Zenith energy agitates the Meridian. The Zenith is nothing in comparison to the Meridian and with the exchange having nowhere to truly go, the Faction of Creation's energy becomes restless and caged like a beast. Childe grits his teeth and swallows, but the resistance only causes intense nausea and dizzying discomfort. His breathing starts to feel sickly heavy and no longer naturally fluid before he is turning away to suddenly vomit up the contents of his stomach, which is nothing much at all—and blood. Despite the heaving and sudden exertion on his body, even when he isn't retching up unusually sticky blood, and the following heavy breathing, a part of him realizes that this blood isn't his own. It's such a surreal feeling, like the blood being absorbed by his shard is being immediately rejected by his body and tossed out, except in a higher quantity than he imagined his shard could possibly be taking in. Ugh, he wants this all to stop, fix had to be some fucked up hallucination—
(His fingers dig into arms enough to draw blood through the fabric but suddenly he yells in pain, his eyes shooting open wide as his hands clumsily claw to reach and clutch at his head at the sudden awful sound that rips through his mind. It's an inhuman screech that is neither creature nor beast of natural origin— it's all vile, all monstrous and disgustingly raw.
It's hard to pinpoint where it comes from, particularly if it's the Meridian or the Abyss that rears its head so viciously, but it seems to matter little with the overall results.)
Childe's ears start to bleed even as he trembles¬ out of fear but more akin to someone in sudden shock from being hit in the head with a deadly blow that the body has not yet had time to register. Childe says nothing but Zhongli will have probably have heard some of that sound through communion and he will also now feel the wall of shock that rips through the harbinger leaving him momentarily unable to move which sets in a dizzying panic—
— which all circles back to suddenly having him retching violently. In the end, Childe will actively try and start to crawl away by any means he can. He doesn't know where to go or what to do or how to make it stop but it's driving him insane from every angle to the point he needs to get away from it!
X-a--ng...! S— m-k- -- --op! ]