-“Though we could not restore Khaenri'ah to life, we of the Alberich Clan should lead lives as those who blaze like fire, rather than those who wallow in the embers.”-
Kaeya is not afraid of fire.
How could he ever be afraid of it? Fire reminds him of home, after all.
It reminds him of the scorching sun in the summer, the perfect time to visit the beach and collect seashells.
of the nights when he and Diluc would sneak around the mansion, way past their bedtime, with only a single candle to help them see.
of the day Diluc received his vision. It was a joyous occasion for the entire family. It was a proof that Diluc is a step closer to becoming a captain in the knights.
Even after being faced by the fury and power of that said vision, pyro, he still approaches fire, like a moth to a flame.
He'd pair up with Amber on missions occasionally. He enjoys teasing and pranking her. The work is far more entertaining when she's around.
He'd spend the time helping Bennett with using his sword. He'd even join him on adventures to make sure he's safe if he could spare the time for the young adventurer.
He adores Klee so much that it hurts. He loves babysitting her and caring for her. He wants to keep her fire safe from the horrors of the adult world for as long as possible.
And no matter how unrecognizable his relationship with Diluc now seems to be, in the remains of that one tragic day, he still gravitates towards him. Frequent visits to Angel's Share and Dawn Winery by his choice, and when fate is feeling playful, they'd get pitted with each other, as if they were fated to be doomed together.
So no, Kaeya is definitely not afraid of fire at all...
...he worries that he loves it a bit too much, actually.
He worries that the words of his birth father stuck to his mind like a leech. He worries that the allure of the feeling of warmth would someday burn him to a crisp. He worries he'd throw himself into the fire if it means to keep that fire burning.
His cryo vision just makes him ache for the flames even more.
With growing horror, he realizes that he'd willingly face the fire time and time again.
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i keep thinking about hobbies and how i often spill over myself to pick up new ones. i have adhd, i end up trying something for like a month and then just getting far enough in it that i move on, satisfied.
and that should be fine; but it's never fine.
i am a pretty decent artist; but i can't just make art for my dnd campaign, i should be selling dnd maps and character designs and scene setting pieces. i can't just make my friends matching earrings, i need to get an etsy and ship them internationally and take bulk orders. i make pretty good props and decorations and use them to throw my friends parties - but i should be running a party planning business and start taking paying clients and networking and putting my skills to actual use.
for some reason, i never figured out the specifics of pottery. it was a fun class and i enjoyed myself - and still, i'm embarrassed, years later, that i put in all that useless effort. everything i make has to be stunning. stellar. i should have applied myself more. maybe i'm too lazy. maybe i'm broken and selfish and needy. actually creative people would have kept going; they would be bettering themselves at every possible opportunity.
we find ourselves in this trap, even accidentally: we need to commodify our time, because it is a commodity. if we spend our efforts and our time not earning, isn't that the same thing as burning free money? and god forbid you ever take up a hobby that ends up being more expensive than you thought. you sit in your car and you look at the receipt and in your head you hear a conversation that isn't even happening - your mom or your friend or your partner all saying oh great. not this shit again. it's always something with you, and it never actually means anything.
i have realized this horrible thing, recently - i'll get excited to start a project, pick up a new hobby. and then i just... stop myself. i start thinking about the amount of time it will take, and how it'll look in my monthly budget. what if i can't even produce a good enough final product. sure, it's exciting to think about how i could make my friend her own custom dice. but i'm just polluting the earth if i don't get it right. better not bother. better not try.
restless, i get caught in the negative space. the feeling that oh god, i want to create. and that horrible sense - yeah, but i don't have the time to just put to waste.
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I know the common headcanon is Steve can cook and Eddie can’t but CONSIDER: The Reverse.
Steve who has no idea what to do with that big empty kitchen, who subsists on frozen meals and take out and leftovers from Mrs. Henderson. Eddie who knows how to stretch a meal to make it last, who taught himself to get creative with the limited resources at his disposal. Eddie who uses Steve’s kitchen to make him a home cooked meal. Steve who eats it and tells him he loves him for the first time.
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