#anyways yes send brainrot i want moth thoughts

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

(psst, if you're seeing this, my inbox doesn't have much brainrot in it right now, so send me some Foul Legacy thoughts :)

anyways the release of the latest Shimmering Voyage album is bringing back all sorts of memories about the Fontaine Archon Quests including Childe's incredible stunning amazing cameos i love him so here's some food for thought.

the moment that strange woman- Skirk, you vaguely hear her name. it's short and otherworldly, fitting for someone with stars and facets etched onto their limbs- she tears a horrified gasp from your throat the moment she tosses Childe, Ajax, through that portal, and immediately you push past her and leap in yourself, ignoring Neuvillette's yells of protest. it's not as if you were supposed to be here in the first place, only your Snezhnayan blood saving you from potentially being dissolved, but you weren't about to let Ajax go without you after seeing his Foul Legacy form fall, armor cracked and smoldering. so you follow him again, tumbling through a void splashed with constellations and stars, leaving the Iudex and the Traveler and mysterious Skirk far behind.

you land hard on your back, the air rushing out of you as you gasp and wheeze. tall green grass sways around you, tickling your cheeks and bruised hands, and with a groan you roll over and sit up. your eyes catch a fluff of ginger hair amongst the foliage, and without even thinking you call to the prone Harbinger.

"Ajax!"

he stirs with a faint hiss, deadened blue eyes opening just a crack to gaze at you. a smile flits across his lips, but it's quickly stifled by a grimace of pain and the cracking of bones and skin. you reach for him with panicked worry, and are met instead by sharp, bloody claws. Foul Legacy grips your hand desperately, letting out a trembling whine as he drags his injured body closer and presses against you. the Abyssal monster weeps softly in your arms, shifting and curling until his head is leaning against your stomach and your hand is in his hair, trying to make up for the days he spent fighting that dreaded narwhal. you simply do your best to comfort him, threading your fingers through his thick hair and cleaning blood from his armor with gentle murmurs- you're safe now, I'm here, everything will be okay.

with you at his side again, Foul Legacy finally believes it.