[ it's way too fucking early in the morning for any reasonable person to be awake, yet here kaeya is staring up at the ceiling, hand absently stroking diluc's hair in an effort to ground himself from leaping out the window to dispel the frenetic energy vibrating underneath his skin. it's a sensation he's well used to, given that he can count the number of times he's managed to sleep through an entire night without the aid of serious injury on one hand - a survival tool trained into him as a child, still an unbreakable habit decades later.
alcohol had helped. multiple rounds of mind-blowing sex with the other half of his soul helped more. but he's known from the start there's no fixing this, this everpresent buzzing of a thousand bees in his brain. he inhales and exhales slowly, trying to go through the breathing exercises jean so helpfully imparted on him, but emptying his mind has always been a completely unfathomable process to him; rather than going calm as still water, his thoughts seem far more like moonlight scattering across a rippling stream, glittering and flickering in a dozen places at once, never settling for long.
he needs to read through fischl's report tomorrow, a task as arduous as it is entertaining. there's an inazuman tourist in town asking slightly too many questions who could use a round of drinks to loosen her tongue. one of the fatui diplomats has a birthday coming up, he'll need to figure out a gift that sends the right message between polite and threatening. lisa's birthday is also coming up, he'll need to figure out the much more difficult gift that conveys sincerity without going over the top. should he get diluc something too? a bracelet of noctilious jade from liyue, perhaps, that'll glitter starlight blue every time he raises his hand to pour another drink. starlight, night, liyue, that's right - there's been rumors of suits of armor walking around a certain area in liyue, ghostly knights bearing a banner with an oddly shaped star. just a rumor, or a sign of a massive storm to come? diluc's weight on his arm, his face slack in a far too trusting sleep, his chest rising and falling as each slow breath puffs against the sensitive hairs of his nape - how long can he keep this before it too dissipates into the realm of dreams? how long can this last?
moods like these, there's really only a few methods of dealing with them. one, wine enough to drown out the singing in his blood. two, lying perfectly still and watching the walls slowly bleed red with sunrise until he can drag himself to work with the bags under his eye expertly covered by concealer. or three, inflicting his misery on someone else. tonight, he goes with option three. ]
( darling i was born to press my head between your shoulder blades )
alcohol had helped. multiple rounds of mind-blowing sex with the other half of his soul helped more. but he's known from the start there's no fixing this, this everpresent buzzing of a thousand bees in his brain. he inhales and exhales slowly, trying to go through the breathing exercises jean so helpfully imparted on him, but emptying his mind has always been a completely unfathomable process to him; rather than going calm as still water, his thoughts seem far more like moonlight scattering across a rippling stream, glittering and flickering in a dozen places at once, never settling for long.
he needs to read through fischl's report tomorrow, a task as arduous as it is entertaining. there's an inazuman tourist in town asking slightly too many questions who could use a round of drinks to loosen her tongue. one of the fatui diplomats has a birthday coming up, he'll need to figure out a gift that sends the right message between polite and threatening. lisa's birthday is also coming up, he'll need to figure out the much more difficult gift that conveys sincerity without going over the top. should he get diluc something too? a bracelet of noctilious jade from liyue, perhaps, that'll glitter starlight blue every time he raises his hand to pour another drink. starlight, night, liyue, that's right - there's been rumors of suits of armor walking around a certain area in liyue, ghostly knights bearing a banner with an oddly shaped star. just a rumor, or a sign of a massive storm to come? diluc's weight on his arm, his face slack in a far too trusting sleep, his chest rising and falling as each slow breath puffs against the sensitive hairs of his nape - how long can he keep this before it too dissipates into the realm of dreams? how long can this last?
moods like these, there's really only a few methods of dealing with them. one, wine enough to drown out the singing in his blood. two, lying perfectly still and watching the walls slowly bleed red with sunrise until he can drag himself to work with the bags under his eye expertly covered by concealer. or three, inflicting his misery on someone else. tonight, he goes with option three. ]
'Luc. Hey, 'Luc. Diiiiiiluc.