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#diluc im eloping with fatui boy if you dont show up
muraar · 3 years
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Just a personal headcanon but I imagine anemo vision wielders to be temperature sensitive. Extremely self-indulgent 🤝
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You had vastly overestimated yourself today.
"Hm, cold? Pfft, it's just a pleasant breeze."
It was in fact very cold and anything 'but just a pleasant breeze.' your outfit for the day wasn't much help either. Still, against all odds, there you stood, outside Angel's Share, waiting for the infamous redhead. It was an uncanny routine that you both had settled on to, walking back to the winery together. This often comprised detours where you would run off Windrise or any other place that looked interesting under the moonlight, followed by the Dawn Winery master begrudgingly joining you soon after. Tonight though, that seemed impossible, and all you really wanted was to curl up beside a fireplace and be rid of this freezing hell.
"{Name}"
And there he was. Suppressing another shiver, you move towards him.
"Took you long enough."
He feels warm. You can feel the heat radiating off of him. Subconsciously, you move closer, soaking up every bit in the proximity. You could just tell him you were cold, but this is where your pride stops you. 'Pleasant breeze' is what you told him this morning when he cautioned you about the weather. And usually it was pleasant. The night was just unpredictable and a lot colder. But surely it was bearable, right?
Diluc is used to your antics. You would rather continue lingering around him than confess. It was the onslaught of winter and he warned you this morning. You brushed him off and now here you were, shivering and yet too stubborn for admission. Despite your ignorance, he doesn't like seeing you like this, and the prospect of you being sick is one he would rather not entertain. It doesn't take long before he's shrugging his coat off and draping it across your shoulders.
"Just take it."
The weight of the soft fabric on your figure is welcomed one and you accept it without a word. Maybe you would adhere to his warnings next time. Gripping the coat, you wrap it closer around yourself. It feels plenty warm already, but prolonged exposure has its repercussions. Hands almost numb and they don't seem like they would thaw anytime soon. Yet you continue your efforts, rubbing them together, trying to bring back any semblance of feeling in them.
"allow me."
His hands are on yours as he stops before you. Warm palms upon your frozen ones. When did he take his gloves off? He holds them gently, bringing them close to his lips, blowing hot air on them. You would have teased him for his coddling, but the feeling of warm lips upon your knuckles stops you. Hot, scorching touch upon glacial skin and it lingers long after his lips leave the spot.
"Better?"
The night chill is almost forgotten as you feel heat rush to your face. It wasn't like him to be openly affectionate like this. Provided that there was no one around to witness it, but it had still caught you off guard. Maybe it was just the worried look in his eyes, your hands in his being caressed with feather light touches or just the moonlight accenting his face, and lips looking-
"yeah very"
Sparing a cough, you add.
"On second thoughts, my lips feel cold too."
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