[ for all that spatial and temporal locations have become increasingly loose as of late, diluc supposes that this particular jolt back into the arms of one teyvat was not among the worst he's experienced. kaeya trips up into the winery as gracelessly as he does, the drop off-centered and perilous on the rounded lip of their exterior landing. he almost tastes the ache of eating the edge of it with the cut of his mouth like he did as a child. almost.
even so, it doesn't stop him from steadying kaeya beside him instinctively. an arm curls out, a hand dips in. he sinks his fingers into the flesh at his hip, swaying with the residual impact of neon and highs and sounds incomprehensible to even the most mundane of fontaineans.
but, diluc has priorities. admittedly, they're quite fatigued priorities, but the bar of his arm lifts from the small of kaeya's back as he works open the grand, wooden doors. he knows they have little more than a quarter of an hour before the sun slants up and through the bedroom windows. and he knows, too, that his staff will expect him to be resting there. ]
Hurry up and come inside, [ he says, voice pitched low across the lazy stretch of oncoming sunlight. he sweeps up his once abandoned coat at the threshold as he waves him along, the earthy color of oxidized blood branched like craquelure across the stiff collar. ] Adelinde and the others should be reporting in soon.
[ he tosses a glance back, lets his hand linger in the scant distance between - hooks his index finger into the leather fasten of his glove. ]
[ it is, perhaps, slightly suspicious just how clumsily kaeya stumbles through the doorway of the winery as they're unceremoniously deposited back home. sure, he's dealing with both the aftereffects of the strange fruit they imbibed as well as a sack stuffed with enough toy prizes to stock a small store hauled over his shoulder, but it isn't as though inebriation has ever managed to sap the intrinsic grace from his limbs before. disorientation also only works so far as an excuse; for all that he pretends khaenri'ah has faded in memory, his uncanny night vision and ability to adjust to sudden changes in light remain sharp as ever.
and yet for some inexplicable reason, their return seems to have knocked kaeya so far off balance that he is forced, forced, to lean all his weight into diluc's arm around his waist and press his entire body up against his side. how weird??? maybe that fruit affected him more than he'd let on!! ]
Sneaking into your bedroom this late like a couple of teenagers? How utterly improper of you, Master Diluc.
[ not that they hadn't been guilty of doing the exact same in their youth, mostly at kaeya's instigation, but the air had never crackled with such electricity back then. admittedly he's probably the only one noticing the charged tension now - he knows full well diluc has zero awareness of the devastation he leaves in his wake every time he so much as flexes - but not for long, if he has anything to say about it. it's never exactly been that difficult to change diluc's priorities before, after all. ]
What's the hurry? It's not as if they're not used to your late hours by now.
[ one day he ought to gently break it to diluc that most of his staff already know of his vigilante activities...not tonight, though. he's got other priorities in mind, trailing his fingers down the back of diluc's hand as he tugs on his glove - a tug that despite the complete lack of force behind it, seems to knock kaeya so off balance that he has no choice but to lean even more into the already near nonexistent space between them. whoops! clumsy him! ]
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. ]
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even so, it doesn't stop him from steadying kaeya beside him instinctively. an arm curls out, a hand dips in. he sinks his fingers into the flesh at his hip, swaying with the residual impact of neon and highs and sounds incomprehensible to even the most mundane of fontaineans.
but, diluc has priorities. admittedly, they're quite fatigued priorities, but the bar of his arm lifts from the small of kaeya's back as he works open the grand, wooden doors. he knows they have little more than a quarter of an hour before the sun slants up and through the bedroom windows. and he knows, too, that his staff will expect him to be resting there. ]
Hurry up and come inside, [ he says, voice pitched low across the lazy stretch of oncoming sunlight. he sweeps up his once abandoned coat at the threshold as he waves him along, the earthy color of oxidized blood branched like craquelure across the stiff collar. ] Adelinde and the others should be reporting in soon.
[ he tosses a glance back, lets his hand linger in the scant distance between - hooks his index finger into the leather fasten of his glove. ]
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and yet for some inexplicable reason, their return seems to have knocked kaeya so far off balance that he is forced, forced, to lean all his weight into diluc's arm around his waist and press his entire body up against his side. how weird??? maybe that fruit affected him more than he'd let on!! ]
Sneaking into your bedroom this late like a couple of teenagers? How utterly improper of you, Master Diluc.
[ not that they hadn't been guilty of doing the exact same in their youth, mostly at kaeya's instigation, but the air had never crackled with such electricity back then. admittedly he's probably the only one noticing the charged tension now - he knows full well diluc has zero awareness of the devastation he leaves in his wake every time he so much as flexes - but not for long, if he has anything to say about it. it's never exactly been that difficult to change diluc's priorities before, after all. ]
What's the hurry? It's not as if they're not used to your late hours by now.
[ one day he ought to gently break it to diluc that most of his staff already know of his vigilante activities...not tonight, though. he's got other priorities in mind, trailing his fingers down the back of diluc's hand as he tugs on his glove - a tug that despite the complete lack of force behind it, seems to knock kaeya so off balance that he has no choice but to lean even more into the already near nonexistent space between them. whoops! clumsy him! ]
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[ 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. ]