#i think his blood burns you because the Abyss and Teyvat are incompatible

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Thoughts on Abyssal blood staining our skin? Like at some point, our hands are just permanently stained (purple? black?) from helping to patch up Legacy.

I saw your tagging thoughts and can't get stained skin outta my mind lmao

~ The anon who wanted Kaveh but didn't want Baizhu or Ganyu

excellent, my plan worked >:)

the first few times you heal his wounds, the blood washes easily off your skin, but after the stain remains, becoming more and more vibrant each time you have to bandage Foul Legacy. you'll admit that you're a bit scared at first at the sight of your hands now splashed with a deep, eerie violet color- it's as if the Abyss is always with you, seeping into your skin and infecting you- but you quickly grow used to it. if Childe can manage turning into an Abyssal beast, you can get by with your hands stained with the night sky, you reason, and eventually it becomes so normal to you that you barely even notice the color of your hands anymore

on one of your rare free days, you and Foul Legacy are curled up in bed together, flipping through a novel as you absentmindedly stroke his hair. your hand trails to his face, pressing your thumb into his cheek as he purrs, but those purrs suddenly snap as Legacy lets out a sudden yelp, leaping up and snatching your wrist in his claws. he stares at your stained fingers, the darkened nails and tiny, minute cuts across your skin from when his blood burned you, and Foul Legacy weeps. you set your book down and take his face in your hands, allowing him to lean against your palms- at the very least, his tears don't harm you, and you whisper soothingly to him as he cries. Legacy whines softly and grasps your hands gently in his own, delicately licking each cut he can find and tracing a talon over the border between the dark purple and your normal skin. you keep saying that it's okay, that you're alright- but he hurt you, even if it was indirect. he hurt you- and he despises himself for it- but he can see the soft, sweet adoration in your eyes as you kiss his claws, and his star-speckled heart eases, just slightly

the next day, you venture out to the market to buy a good, sturdy pair of gloves