Don't recall you ever being funny, [ diluc mumbles, eyelids heavy. he turns his face against the bare of kaeya's palm, in all ways sluggish and unthinking. when he was young, kaeya used to stroke his hair until he fell asleep. he used to stroke through kaeya's too, the color of it so deep and so blue that it seemed the sheen off a bird's wing. diluc thought of him as a raven back then, a fiercely intelligent and curious thing. shadowed against the sun, brighter than anything — it'd took so long to earn his trust. but, as with all that diluc had ever thought he'd come to know, it'd been only that he was naive. that he was foolish. that he was an idealistic, ignorant thing that circled a peacock of a man in his cloak of new stars.
but, for now, the diluc who should care about distance and time and the inevitable agony of what has already come to be — he curls deep in the dark, instinctive parts of himself. he nests down in the cool of kaeya's body. he breathes, slow and deep. ]
Throw your back out then, [ he continues, more for the sake of something he no longer can hold the shape of in his hands. all that ache in his body finds a singular point of pressure and releases, a slow and trickling valve. the scent of kaeya numbs it down, makes it so that he is able to speak. ] See if I care.
[ and it is only when kaeya lies back down, when he allows diluc the grace to shove himself back up against him as though they are again seventeen and reckless in all of their youth and wonder, does diluc find some glimmering edge of relief. cool as the backs of dragonspine, open as the maw of caverns so deep that they know no end or boundary. ] Dumbass.
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but, for now, the diluc who should care about distance and time and the inevitable agony of what has already come to be — he curls deep in the dark, instinctive parts of himself. he nests down in the cool of kaeya's body. he breathes, slow and deep. ]
Throw your back out then, [ he continues, more for the sake of something he no longer can hold the shape of in his hands. all that ache in his body finds a singular point of pressure and releases, a slow and trickling valve. the scent of kaeya numbs it down, makes it so that he is able to speak. ] See if I care.
[ and it is only when kaeya lies back down, when he allows diluc the grace to shove himself back up against him as though they are again seventeen and reckless in all of their youth and wonder, does diluc find some glimmering edge of relief. cool as the backs of dragonspine, open as the maw of caverns so deep that they know no end or boundary. ] Dumbass.