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@inardescere | ( Cont. )
Leaves. It would also be those same exact leaves that would find their way back to the same spot after they were cleared away, a breeze gently placing them all right back in a tower.
There was a noise, then, the sound of a wind chime in place of a giggle.
It hid in just out of sight, amusing itself with its antics alone, the confusion only serving to further humorize the situation.
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Acting normally towards Kaveh, there was no reason for him to change his behavior. It is pretty obvious by now some things did change, yet at the same time gaining a title is not really a big difference from the previous domestic interactions they had. What did change was him in the morning kissing the top of the blonde’s head before leaving the house. ‘I’ll be back late today’. That’s all he said, starting his way to the Akademiya. He is not going to be far away from home, and in any case Mehrak will always be connected to his earpieces. Still he doesn’t ask for explanations or a detailed list of the activities Kaveh’s going to do through the day. Probably at the Tavern, or drinking with someone. Squints. That’s dangerous, actually. But he is far from over thinking, that’s Kaveh’s job after all.
Routine hasn’t changed that much since that particular day. Work, tavern, home. An usual pattern he accustomed himself to follow strictly during the week-- work days, actually. He couldn’t say his job was tedious, but lately all the applications were so badly written he was starting to get bored, rejecting each one of them after reading only one sentence. That was enough to tell if the person is a good applicant or not, call it experience, or call it laziness. Whichever it was, Alhaitham knows exactly how to handle this burst of horrible apps that appear at certain time of the year. Working late is not usual either. As soon as the clock marks the end of his shift, he completely forgets about anything that is related to work. Unless, something urgent comes to disrupt his perfect and meticulous regime.
The urgent matter: Lord Kusanali asking for tea.
Groans. He is not the social type. He is not one for divinities, and in fact, he sees her as just another person. Doesn’t care about her ‘archon’ status, and he is curious about her taking such liking to him after the incident. He sort of saved her, though? So he can understand why she likes him, but the company was not bad at all. It felt like spending the time with your favorite aunt, yes, the closest description he could get for her. She looked like a kid, but perfectly could be his grandma. Ah. Perhaps that’s the reason he is unable to refuse the invitation, another relationship that could cover for the empty space in his heart.
As always, the gathering goes well. He talked a bit with Nahida, about the applicants, about Kaveh, about subjects that might be considered boring for others. However, all the time he is there, he is thinking about returning home. And the time finally comes, yet again, thankfully he is not far away from home. The sound of the keys clacking in his pocket, this time leaving a copy for Kaveh as he did not feel like taking them, just for today. The door opens, taking a look inside of the room, looking for the blonde’s figure with his eyes. Though, his gaze focuses on the living room. At first glance, everything seems normal, perfect even, casual. Two sets of instruments, two set of plates and two-- no. There are three glasses over the table. This cannot be fully considered suspicious, but they are used to leave two of each item scattered all over the house. It’s only two of them, so seeing an extra glass on the table only means someone was home. Or is.
Alhaitham frowns lightly, staring carefully at the empty room and trying to see if there’s glances of other people. Taking a quick guess, perhaps the traveler and Paimon are around, but he would know for sure if that little noisy floaty being is around. His tongue clacks against the roof of his mouth. He is not going to dwell on it. Instead, he walks towards the sofa, cape being thrown at the other sofa, shoes messily left next to the furniture. His belt pouch, always full of things. The music device left at the side of his body, taking a book out of it as he comfortably lays down on the sofa. The belt is discarded somewhere on the floor, and then he simply takes off his shirt, tossing it aside. Messy as always. But oh, the comfort of being at home! He knows Kaveh will appear to scold him for leaving everything on the floor. Normal routine. Light perfectly set to a reading mood, eyes focused on the pages of the book he is reading. Today’s subject is philosophy, another book he will probably finish by the end of the week. Who cares, though? He is just waiting for Kaveh to appear and yell at him. Or kiss him as a greeting, whatever comes first.
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#inardescere#( inardescere; kaveh. )#〢▸ ᶦᵑᵗᵉʳᵃᶜᵗᶦᵒᵑˢ // 🇦🇱🇭🇦🇮🇹🇭🇦🇲#〢▸ ᵐᵃᶦᵑ ᵛᵉʳˢᵉ // 🇦🇱🇭🇦🇮🇹🇭🇦🇲#〢▸ ˢʰᶦᵖ // 🇦🇱🇭🇦🇮🇹🇭🇦🇲 & 🇰🇦🇻🇪🇭#haitham asking for attention being like 'i gotta make a mess at home'#i do believe he is a veeeery messy person#like if kaveh didnt live with him the house would totally be a mess#he is the type of person who would pile dirty laundry on a chair djdjs#i also believe he has this habit of waking shirtless around the house#walking*#and it just attributes to him being a mess and just taking everything off on the living room and leaving it there#kaveh returning home and picking up his socks xD
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inardescere asked:
Don't tease him too much, even if it's out of character. He just happened to be out on a little stroll, so when he comes home, the young master walks up to Kaeya, who he assumes had just woken up, and holds out four calla lilies tied with a ribbon he had on hand. "For you." Even though it's not... the prettiest bouquet he could have given. Maybe he should have gotten him proper flowers from Flora, but when he saw them at the river, they reminded Diluc of him. Calming flowers. "Good morning."
There are moments when one can act outside the norm. Deviate from one's usual behavioral pattern. Not because it is out of character, but because one's emotions have evolved, to the point where giving into the whims of one's heart no longer invokes resistance, but a certain desirability. Such is human nature — ever-flowing, ever-changing.
Kaeya had noticed his absence. Perhaps a little later than usual, he will admit. If they had been sleeping in the same bed, as they had multiple times before, then maybe he would have sensed Diluc the moment he departed.
Maybe his hand would have patted the soft sheets, searching, longing for him. For his warmth. Maybe a soft voice, still husky from sleep, would have called his name. Begged him to stay a little bit longer. The world would not end if they were missing from it for just a few minutes. And if it did, Kaeya could not think of a better way to go. With him. Together.
A scene for another day.
For now, this — the knight had always been a light sleeper and an early riser. A combination that made sneaking out without being noticed a task more arduous for others than ever intended. He had paid the stillness and the silence no mind, rationalizing Diluc's absence instead.
Sometimes, they had affairs to tend to. Business that they did not inform each other about, for there was no need to talk about such dull, mundane things. Kaeya had merely focused on getting up, preparing for the day, and descending the staircase to reach the main entrance.
There, he sees him. Skin pale. Even paler than his usual porcelain palette. Hm. Hair that could not tamed yet was no less beautiful because of it. Shawl over his shoulders. Thin. Comfortable clothes still in place. Feet—
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— Barefeet...? An inquisitive brow rises at the sight. Just as Kaeya is about to protest, to ask why he has returned home in such a state, Diluc speaks. Holds out a handmade bouquet. "For you."
Kaeya's expression softens. Lips part, though no words escape. A moment that freezes in time, before clarity at once starts radiating, slowly melting the ice away. And as it melts, so does he. One small step, then another. Hands reach for that simple bouquet, bringing it closer. Calla Lilies. A choice on purpose...?
Only a soft, brief laugh is heard, the expression on his features tender, innocent, as he leans closer to the flowers, inhaling their scent. Freshly picked. Did Diluc...?
It is hard to contain his blush and the way his lips wish to curl upward. So he does not.
«Thank you. I...» For someone so well-versed with words, they sure seem to fail Kaeya. He does not care. Gaze focuses on the flowers some more, before shily sneaking a glance at the redhead. As quick as it is stolen, as quick it returns to the lilies.
«They're lovely». A well-crafted pause, dedicated to putting the bouquet on top of the nearest surface. For a moment, the thought that he may have to ask Adelinde for a small vase surfaces. It is soon replaced by the wish to acquire his own. A task he may ask Diluc to assist him with. To match the aesthetic of their future home.
Now that the appreciation has been given for the endearing gesture...
«Unlike your current state». A small yet no less powerful jab. For good measure. Now that Kaeya's maternal instincts kick in, his protest may begin.
«What were you thinking, going outside barefoot like this? And this shawl!» Hands grasp the fabric, bringing it closer to the redhead's body. «It is simply too thin for a day like this! Need I remind you that it is still winter, Master Diluc...» Who is the one becoming exasperated now? A rare sight, but the knight has trouble ignoring how little this fool has thought of himself, going into the cold without a care in the world, just to...!
... Just to bring him flowers.
An unnecessarily prolonged, deep sigh. «Come. Let's get you warm. I don't want you to catch a cold. You're already awfully pale...» A hint of suspicion as he tilts his head and hands rest on Diluc's shoulders, guiding him. Worry. There are other ways to greet Kaeya that are just as special. Diluc knows that. But Kaeya would lie if he said he did not appreciate the gesture, so he gives the redhead's shoulders a gentle squeeze. Good morning to you, too.
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a shout-out to all these beautiful dilucs ❤️ (sorry if I miss anyone): @dilucisms @dawnscall @inardescere @resolutepath @noctuafought @dawnsdark @touchofdawn
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@inardescere hit the ❤ for a starter!
"Heads up!!" Klee at any second would be seeing a snowball coming in her direction. Bennett had crouched down halfway behind a snow covered bush, and he hadn't thrown it as hard as he could, but a fun snowball fight was about to be in order for the pair, and possibly an unsuspecting Knights member if they happened to get caught in the crossfire during patrol.
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@inardescere || liked for a tiny starter! (for furina)
"ah! lady furina, i had no idea you were going to be gracing our magic show today with your presence."
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once you're stripped clean, what's at your core?
acerbic wit
you're a mentor — an old scarred wolf, an injured soldier, a disgraced paladin. your teachings read as shamelessly pretentious, speaking in rhymes and biting down hard into anyone stupid enough to make the wrong move. this isn't your first life, nor your second, nor your sixth — you'll make the most of your time shackled to this world, no matter how many loops it takes to get it right. with every defeat, you reincarnate; a little smarter, a little quicker, crueler and nastier. will you choose to be brutal, equalizing, that final strike in the face of your enemies? will you go soft, become tender and domesticated? the choice is yours. it's not like i can stop you.
tagged by: @enshijou && @vibraea
tagging: @inanthesis && @givenfate && @captivemuses && @inardescere ( for either muse you prefer ) && @hitokageisei && @frozenambiguity && @dragetunge
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inardescere asked:
"Look over here, Kaeya. Sit still, okay?"
Excited little red eyes shine as his hands are hidden behind his back. He waits until he has the other little boy's full attention, bobbing on his heels. Then, he lifts a very empty hand, no tricks behind his sleeves! Then waves his pointed finger in the air like casting a spell.
"Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo!"
A bop to his cute tiny nose, grinning wide before he turns heel and runs away, out the door with a squeal.
(Lil Luc up to no good(?). It's sorta based on an interview Midorikawa did so if you want the link to the video www tell me on discord)
«...?» An innocent gaze lifts from colorful building blocks to the young boy before him. Expectation and curiosity grow at the unanticipated request, though a hint of shyness may veil them.
Lately, Kaeya had noticed, the boy had been making an extra effort to interact and play with him. All right, all right — maybe not lately. Diluc had always been enthusiastic about the newcomer, perhaps wanting company in the form of a new friend. Indeed, maybe this was all about perception, for people experienced time differently depending on their own experiences and circumstances. Now that Kaeya was slowly warming up to his presence, to him, he was starting to notice the redhead's efforts more and more.
It is a good sensation. It makes him feel... warm inside, he thinks. However, they are not close enough for the younger child to predict what is going on inside the head of the older one. So, Kaeya blinks. Only when he hears the magic spell and feels the boop on his nose does he fully close his eyes. An innate response, due to not expecting the redhead's actions. Equally unexpected is the gentle smile that appears on his features and the innocent breath that escapes his nose — not fully a giggle, but the starting of one that was interrupted midway.
Eye shuts open when Kaeya feels the other turn on his heel.
«Wait...!» Thrown to the side are the building blocks, feet preparing to sprint after the redhead as a tiny hand tries to reach for the back that slowly vanishes. Wait for me.
That day, Kaeya found out that playing with building blocks was fun. And that playing with Diluc was even better.
#【 ic | fool you once; fool you twice. 】#【 past verse | a burden too great for an age so tender. 】#inardescere#{{ YELLS!?!?!??!!??!?!?!? }}#{{ I can't ------- }}#{{ they are adorable your honor imma pass OUT }}#{{ kae's first real friend... all he remembers before that is misery and running away.... }}#{{ the life of a refugee really is tough; especially when you are a child }}#{{ also midorin is so cute too hhhh how dare }}
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@inardescere | unprompted bc Kaeya said so.
«I've been thinking...» Usually, this is not a good sign for others around him, mischievous as the knight can be. But, this time around, his heart carries good intentions.
«We should join forces next time Mondstadt throws a charity event. I could tend to the shop logistics while you worked the drinks. Or, if we aim for a true alliance, we could bartend together for a day or two. It would be quite the publicity stunt, don't you think?~ We would be sure to secure a hefty sum of funds». In other words, let's bartend together when the opportunity comes.
Kaeya does not mind hanging out with his favorite person while they enjoy one of their treasured hobbies. He likes seeing how creative and immersed Diluc can get when presented with an engaging challenge.
«How does taking in an apprentice sound, Master Diluc? I promise to be diligent.~ I'll even behave and make sure to think about a few virgin mixtures so that everyone feels included».
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Unsophisticated...
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Unsophisticated???
The comment stings a little, having the capacity to invoke a sense of pettiness. The captain would rather be "unsophisticated" than miss fundamental social cues that dictate the entire point of an interaction!
#【 ic | fool you once; fool you twice. 】#{{ the man was too stunned to speak }}#{{ diluc: exists. the point: missed completely. }}#inardescere
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inardescere has said:
All of the above.
Deep breath in, soft sigh out. «Scandalous...»
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The sound of the birds chipping is extremely noisy for him to continue sleeping in the comfort of his bed. Finding difficult to open his eyes, almost as if they were glued to his skin, Alhaitham lets out a grunt of complaint as he turns around to pat the side of his bed. Empty. Something he was used to, except for the past days when a certain someone has been climbing on his bed. He remembers to have him on his hold last night, and the idea of the blonde waking up early on such day was enough to make him squint, wondering if he decided to work. Though, the smell of freshly brewed coffee coming from the kitchen tells the scribe his companion is already working on breakfast.
Haitham doesn’t like celebrations. The idea of making a fuss and a big party over the anniversary of your birth is something incomprehensible to him. He has never seen Kaveh been way too eager to celebrate his birthday ever, but, the idea of showing his appreciation at least once a year is an habit he has picked up since they started living together. This year he made an special order. Hearing from Cyno and Tighnari that they were going to Mondstadt for the Windblume Festival, Alhaitham made sure to commission a crate the famous dandelion wine. He has never been in Mondstadt, and as far as he knows, Kaveh hasn’t been there either. However, rumor has it, the dandelion wine is one of the best wines that can be found across Teyvat, and of course, it was the perfect gift for someone like the architect. What he didn't count on was the fact they were going to be back together by this time of the year. Something completely out of his plans yet making the situation more meaningful than before. Especially when this crate has been kept hidden in a place where Kaveh couldn’t find it.
Another grunt leaving his lips, stretching his arms on the bed as he finally decides it’s time to stand up. His feet automatically direct him towards the kitchen, wanting to find the familiar figure with eyes half opened and still sleepy. He wraps his arms around the other’s waist, face burying on his shoulder as he hums in bliss.
“Happy birthday, love.” He mutters softly, the hold on his waist tightening a little and bringing him closer. The pet name easily slipping from his lips, knowing now he is permitted to say such things and act all clingy as soon as he wakes up. “How’s the princess doing?” His chin rests on top of his shoulder now, staring endearingly at Kaveh for a few seconds before going closer and kissing his cheek. “Ah, I got you a gift. Been saving it for months already. It’s hidden somewhere in the house.” Because otherwise, if Kaveh found that crate it would have been gone by now. “If you want to know where exactly it is, you have to go back to bed with me and cuddle me.” Now he can make such demands, and he is not going to let that opportunity to waste.
@inardescere && kaveh
#inardescere#( inardescere; kaveh. )#( muse; alhaitham. )#( main verse; alhaitham. )#i was gonna write a drabble but he said#nope i want a bday date
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«I simply cannot wait to see @inardescere's reaction to his Christmas present. It is a very thoughtful gift, indeed — to the point where I'm left wondering if I should prepare a hidden camera in advance to capture Master Diluc's reaction. The moment will no doubt be memorable.~»
#【 ic | fool you once; fool you twice. 】#inardescere#{{ he's cooking something wwwww }}#{{ i won't share any details }}
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@inardescere && Kaveh:
From here.
Truth to be told, Alhaitham didn't buy the story about Kaveh wanting to win the TCG game. Both of them were competitive, especially when they were confronted by each other, but TCG was very far from the nature of their usual competitions. Still, he knew he could win with closed eyes. Alcohol was usually not a problem either, the Scribe had an extremely and ridiculously high tolerance that made other wonder if he, truly, was human, allowing him to drink lots of booze without having to worry about the burden of being drunk or even experiment a hangover the next day. He, whatsoever, has noticed himself acting a bit more laid back than before. Haitham has always been an inflexible individual. He does as he pleases, doesn't listen to orders, respects his own boundaries and make sure others respect them as well. Unless of course, you are Kaveh. Who knows what got in his head tonight, perhaps the sweet taste of Lambad's new wine, the fact he doesn't care if he spends millions of mora in one go, or how tremendously gorgeous Kaveh looked under the moonlight that peeked through the tavern's window.
Goblet behind goblet, turning into bottles. The spirit of competition getting inside his body. Oh, right. It was a bet.
'I could win against you even in a drunken status.'
Haitham didn't like to heavily drink in public, he liked the comfort of his home, where he could spill wine on the carpet as he jumps over Kaveh and drags him down to kiss him all night. Something he could do in public without caring, as public indecency seemed to be one of his favorite activities while Kaveh fed that behavior. And so, the scribe blinks, and all he can see on his lap is the beautiful blonde he was admiring from his seat located at the other side of the table. The prettiest man alive in Teyvat. He blinks again, lashes fluttering to stabilize his gaze, not allowing it to get blurry. Hands gripping on his thighs, nails clawing on the fabric, knowing the skin underneath should be looking red right now. Haitham was not able to compliment him a lot in the past, as the architect would get uncomfortable. That would have damage the strange arrange they used to have. But now he is free to do so, taking every chance he got in order to tell Kaveh what he truly thinks of him, how he sees him, how much he admires him in a daily basis, and to remind him that he will always be the subject of his thoughts throughout the day.
"I made a bet, didn't I?" Haitham is quick to retort. An arrogant undertone in his voice, yet the pink flush on his cheeks keeps demonstrating that he is not fully on all his senses. Still, he can argue back, act like the brat he truly is despite enjoying the full attention he is receiving from his lover. Ah... Being so cocky and confident right now. It was reminiscent of their days at Akademiya, when Kaveh used to be taller and a little bit more dominant than now. Pulling his chin up to separate him from whatever book he was reading, only to proceed to call him a 'good boy' when he reacted obediently.
'It's bad courtesy not to look at someone's face when they are talking to you.'
Alhaitham's lips parted in awe, staring directly into the cocky smile the architect has. He surrenders to the motion, allowing Kaveh to do as he pleases as he simply stares, admires quietly for a moment, finding himself unable to reply back, guess he doesn't have to be a brat all the time. His head tilts, feeling the soft lips on his jawline , moving to his ear as the sensation of his breath against his skin sends tingles down his spine.
"It does." He replies with honesty. No complaints, no witty comments. Almost as if he was in some kind of trance, completely hypnotized at the sight of this cocky Kaveh that barely appeared recently. "You make me happy." For a moment, he forgets about his surroundings, where they are, as the space becomes blank and his eyes only focus on Kaveh. Moving his head, silently asking for his head be pet, hold his hair, or pull it, whatever. His arms wrap around his frame, hands softly squeezing the sides of his waist, perfectly fitting in his palms, perfect for him. "Am I good for you?"
#inardescere#( inardescere; kaveh. )#( muse; alhaitham. )#( main verse; alhaitham. )#i honestly thought he was gonna get h.orny af#but this turned ??? so soft ???????#he really said 'i want him to call me a good boy again' KJSDJKKJDS
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@inardescere's Kaveh, because I have made it my mission to annoy all your muses.
Elevates his right hand, inspecting his knuckles, fingers, and recently painted nails. Kaeya had never thought about it before, but now that the suggestion had been made, he found himself thoroughly pondering it.
«Well, I do suppose doing henna could compliment the black nail polish...» It is as they say — there is always a first time for everything. It is important to try all that the world has to offer. The captain could even learn a new thing or two in the process. He has always been curious about other cultures and their customs, artistic or otherwise.
«Very well, then», he says, wearing a pleasant smile as he nods. «I shall be in your care from now on. Is there any place fit for one such artistic activity?»
#【 ic | fool you once; fool you twice. 】#inardescere#{{ TRANSCENDS bc kaeya and kaveh are interacting }}#{{ genshin main slayers for real; i know; i talked to hyv's ceo; they confided in me }}
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Baby Diluc and baby Kaeya time, with @inardescere.
Child-like persistence and innocence are two things that should always be preserved, regardless of circumstance. His groans are quiet, proof of his hard labor. He is intent on completing the task at hand. He must bring Diluc an extra pair of blankets at all costs. Even if that means retrieving a chair as silently as he can ( he does not want to wake Diluc up ) and getting on top of it, so that he may reach the blankets.
Adelinde had been the one to store the blankets in the upper closet. Summer was almost arriving and, as such, there was no need for them given the current temperatures. This makes Kaeya's mission more difficult, simply because he does not have sufficient height to properly reach them. Even if he is standing on top of a chair, he still finds himself on the tip of his toes, arm as stretched as he possibly can stretch it.
He can feel the soft fabric with the tip of his index finger. So close... He retrieves his hand, pulling it down to rest his arm for a moment, as he silently analyzes the situation.
«...»
He turns his head, taking one good look at Diluc. His tiny body is still clinging to the sheets... No doubt he is still cold... In fact, all this is currently happening because Kaeya had woken up in the middle of the night, sensing and hearing Diluc shiver. At first, his little head had taken a peak from his bed, trying to stay still in order to perceive what was wrong. But the shivers and shaky breaths had continued, and that had prompted Kaeya to get up from his bed and check on Diluc. Studying the other more closely, a little hand had rested on the redhead's forehead. As suspected, Diluc had a fever...
And now, here Kaeya is. Determined to not let Diluc become uncomfortable, to the best of his abilities. He shifts his gaze to the area he aims to reach. He jumps as silently as he can, as high as he can! Nails grasp firmly onto the fabric. As soon as Kaeya feels it, he pulls the blankets towards him. Success!! He finds himself beaming, having reached his objective.
With caution, he gets down from the chair and hurriedly goes over to the redhead's bed once more. With meticulous care, he unfolds the two blankets and places them on top of the little body, gently tugging him in. Diluc automatically responds, burying his face in the sheets even further, looking for warmth. Kaeya sighs in relief.
He knows that this must be a mere cold, but he cannot help but be slightly worried about it. Maybe he should watch over Diluc for the rest of the night. And so, he does. He sits on the floor, crossing his arms over the bed and resting his chin over them. He will only go to sleep when Diluc's breathing stabilizes; when he is not shaking so much anymore...
Before he knows it, dawn has come. He is sleeping soundly, but he has not dared to leave Diluc's side throughout the entire night.
#【 ic | fool you once; fool you twice. 】#inardescere#{{ you did not ask. but i still delivered. }}#{{ was too long for an ask so i made a post. feel free to consider it an ask though wwww }}#【 past verse | a burden too great for an age so tender. 】
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