#he can have a slightly tsun/grumpy reader

[bl-inkstone]

thinking about childe who loves taking your hand and resting his forefingers on your pulse while you talk. who teases you while drawing idle patterns on your wrist, calling you cute and "so, so easy to rile up" even though you swear up and down that you're not, idiot, you're just annoying! who watches you with an indescribable fondness in his eyes while you keep going off at him, gesturing here and there with grand animated movements that he could spend hours watching. who, at the end of your tirade and you've calmed down just a little, gently tugs on your still intertwined (intertwined?) hands and shoots you a cheeky grin when you finally realize that you have, once again, fallen for another one of his dumb tricks. he says he's being romantic. you say he's being stupid and cheesy. but between the two of you, the fact that you didn't let go even after you found out says enough.