[ like the eager slant of sun, like the winding down of days - kaeya's body against his feels the same way. it feels as though the completion of a thought, the answer of a question he had not quite formed. kaeya, who has always been to diluc so many things, is not without his complexities now. and yet, all that is dark and aching in diluc dampens. water pail to glowing ashes, he feels blanketed by kaeya's certainty of form - the way he returned, no matter his hours away.
and so, it is no surprise that he supplies sincerely and sweetly the moment that kaeya steps into arms: ]
As if you hadn't already. [ it is a mumble, but the words honey themselves in the last vestiges of sleep. he winds his hands around to kaeya's back, smooths the meat of his thumbs against the rising steps of his back. he'll have to tell adelinde there shall be two plates in the morning, to modify the usual course of his breakfasts to feed kaeya and his ever-shrinking waist. he makes a little noise of discontent as he buries his nose against the dark curve of his neck, rests his mouth against the fluttering artery that works its way beneath the skin.
he hadn't not noticed the outfit kaeya had climbed the old masonry in, but he hadn't been able to properly process the intricate lay of beads and feathers - the heavy slide of solid golds. he feels along the pliable fabric, thoughtless and indolent. it feels lovely, he thinks. as lovely as he is. ]
Beautiful. [ a tender non sequitur. he finds himself letting it melt off his tongue, round itself against kaeya's bared shoulder. in the petulant parts of himself, he thinks how unjust it was of kaeya to make him wait. he takes a breath. ] If only I weren't the last to have seen it.
[ he knows better, but it is all for the act. a fine thread diluc weaves through his fingers and back to his. he knows it better than anyone that kaeya had arrived in mondstadt earlier that day, but no stitch of unusual clothing was found upon him. and he knows, too, that kaeya knows it. ]
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and so, it is no surprise that he supplies sincerely and sweetly the moment that kaeya steps into arms: ]
As if you hadn't already. [ it is a mumble, but the words honey themselves in the last vestiges of sleep. he winds his hands around to kaeya's back, smooths the meat of his thumbs against the rising steps of his back. he'll have to tell adelinde there shall be two plates in the morning, to modify the usual course of his breakfasts to feed kaeya and his ever-shrinking waist. he makes a little noise of discontent as he buries his nose against the dark curve of his neck, rests his mouth against the fluttering artery that works its way beneath the skin.
he hadn't not noticed the outfit kaeya had climbed the old masonry in, but he hadn't been able to properly process the intricate lay of beads and feathers - the heavy slide of solid golds. he feels along the pliable fabric, thoughtless and indolent. it feels lovely, he thinks. as lovely as he is. ]
Beautiful. [ a tender non sequitur. he finds himself letting it melt off his tongue, round itself against kaeya's bared shoulder. in the petulant parts of himself, he thinks how unjust it was of kaeya to make him wait. he takes a breath. ] If only I weren't the last to have seen it.
[ he knows better, but it is all for the act. a fine thread diluc weaves through his fingers and back to his. he knows it better than anyone that kaeya had arrived in mondstadt earlier that day, but no stitch of unusual clothing was found upon him. and he knows, too, that kaeya knows it. ]