[ it wasn't often that his father now called him to man the bar, much less invited him to spend the night in his childhood home. he was a knight now, after all. duty bound to the city his father before him wished to serve, he was a fixture within the system of their governing as much as kaeya himself was. and what a relief that was, to know that no matter where it was he roamed, that kaeya would be the first to be at his shoulder. he'd be the first to hand him missives, to sling an arm about his shoulder — to tuck himself close under the tarpaulin tent when the others settled in for the night.
he couldn't quite imagine falling asleep without kaeya's weight beside him. it had been an arduous handful of weeks before they were reassigned to bunk together once his position was solidified. and for those long nights, he'd spent it hating it. he'd spent it sneaking into the spaces that kaeya remained and often, he recalled, kaeya crawled into his. it became useless, he thought then, to ever attempt to separate them.
it was a blessing the knights no longer bothered with it.
he suspects it will not be dissimilar this evening, even when kaeya had found himself on patrol until the small hours to cover diluc's typical shift. diluc had told him he'd leave the side-door open once he'd closed up for the night, but still he kept himself busy in the subsequent stretch without him. he knew there was never a firm "time" they would finish up, but— ]
Kae? [ it's a feeling, more than it is the senses. he could always find kaeya no matter the reason, no matter the environment. now, he finds himself turning his head from the idle game of pool he had been playing to occupy himself once he'd straightened the tavern for when the afternoon shift eventually arrived.
leaning the cue against the table, he treads to the edge of the mezzanine and peers into the wide foyer. ] Did you want to join in?
[ there is no visual confirmation yet, but he assumes kaeya paused at the stock room to ascertain that diluc had counted the remaining bottles right. or, maybe, to take a glass himself. kaeya always did like wine more than he did, no matter how he tried it. a shame, everyone told him.
his father once told him he'd come to enjoy it in time. ]
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he couldn't quite imagine falling asleep without kaeya's weight beside him. it had been an arduous handful of weeks before they were reassigned to bunk together once his position was solidified. and for those long nights, he'd spent it hating it. he'd spent it sneaking into the spaces that kaeya remained and often, he recalled, kaeya crawled into his. it became useless, he thought then, to ever attempt to separate them.
it was a blessing the knights no longer bothered with it.
he suspects it will not be dissimilar this evening, even when kaeya had found himself on patrol until the small hours to cover diluc's typical shift. diluc had told him he'd leave the side-door open once he'd closed up for the night, but still he kept himself busy in the subsequent stretch without him. he knew there was never a firm "time" they would finish up, but— ]
Kae? [ it's a feeling, more than it is the senses. he could always find kaeya no matter the reason, no matter the environment. now, he finds himself turning his head from the idle game of pool he had been playing to occupy himself once he'd straightened the tavern for when the afternoon shift eventually arrived.
leaning the cue against the table, he treads to the edge of the mezzanine and peers into the wide foyer. ] Did you want to join in?
[ there is no visual confirmation yet, but he assumes kaeya paused at the stock room to ascertain that diluc had counted the remaining bottles right. or, maybe, to take a glass himself. kaeya always did like wine more than he did, no matter how he tried it. a shame, everyone told him.
his father once told him he'd come to enjoy it in time. ]