We're not— [ diluc takes a breath, feels kaeya's weight shift certain and already up against the line of him. they'd always been as this: torn across the tessellated boundary of sinew and skin. no matter how hard diluc might have pressed his hand in his, he could never quite surpass the separation. he could never wholly house the ephemera of his soul, the heat of his own spirit within the vaulted ceiling of kaeya's ribs. even now, he feels the visceral grip of wanting, the ache of his teeth as he chews over the words that stick stubborn to the enamel, that break over the edge. ] Never mind.
[ the exhalation that yawns up from him isn't a sigh as much as it is an admittance. his eyes drag down to kaeya's fingers as they map along his hand, his mouth parting against what he seems to want to utter, but can't also find. and yet, it does nothing to negate token protestation in the form of a grumble. piecemealing complaints around something akin to "only Adelinde," diluc feints at barely indulging kaeya's heavy list, the inherent "clumsiness" kaeya's settled on tonight.
if kaeya looks to carry a current, he's known diluc well enough that it won't take more than a moment. it's already broken along diluc's expression, made itself known in the kindling color that fans up to the tips of his ears. for all he knows not at all of any of his own "appeal," he knows plenty of kaeya's. and he knows, too, that kaeya has found a steady interest in him.
he clears his throat, doesn't meet kaeya's lone eye, but he needn't have to. the tug on his glove starts up again, reeling him in closer for what is surely only "balance" or "convenience," but mainly so he might... well, he supposes he'll decide on it in a moment. once he's gotten kaeya situated in such a way that he tip his head up to catch the corner of his jaw in a sort of absent protest with less lips and more teeth. ]
Hurry up.
[ this time, it isn't pushy suggestion. but, considering the position they're in, it falls short of a true command. ]
no subject
[ the exhalation that yawns up from him isn't a sigh as much as it is an admittance. his eyes drag down to kaeya's fingers as they map along his hand, his mouth parting against what he seems to want to utter, but can't also find. and yet, it does nothing to negate token protestation in the form of a grumble. piecemealing complaints around something akin to "only Adelinde," diluc feints at barely indulging kaeya's heavy list, the inherent "clumsiness" kaeya's settled on tonight.
if kaeya looks to carry a current, he's known diluc well enough that it won't take more than a moment. it's already broken along diluc's expression, made itself known in the kindling color that fans up to the tips of his ears. for all he knows not at all of any of his own "appeal," he knows plenty of kaeya's. and he knows, too, that kaeya has found a steady interest in him.
he clears his throat, doesn't meet kaeya's lone eye, but he needn't have to. the tug on his glove starts up again, reeling him in closer for what is surely only "balance" or "convenience," but mainly so he might... well, he supposes he'll decide on it in a moment. once he's gotten kaeya situated in such a way that he tip his head up to catch the corner of his jaw in a sort of absent protest with less lips and more teeth. ]
Hurry up.
[ this time, it isn't pushy suggestion. but, considering the position they're in, it falls short of a true command. ]