Of course not. I'd rather not drag any patron home. You are an exemption for the night. [He's gruff as he speaks, occasionally adjusting his arms so Kaeya is secure in his arms. Diluc finds himself wandering; mind at least, in how his childhood and adolescent memories littered around the street.
Diluc and Kaeya peeking over at the Good Hunter stove, watching the sweet flowers melt into the pot. Participating in their first Windblume festival. Crepus holding them high in his arms to watch a travelling troupe perform in the square. Then, training for the knights, training with Kaeya, doing the tryouts, and shooting to captaincy.
Diluc pauses as he looks up, now facing the housing block where he knows Kaeya lives in. He opens his mouth then.]
Kaeya.
[The short pause he takes unfortunately prolongs. He schools his expression into stoicism, but a longing holds and persists. Many questions formed but not enough to settle in the moment.]
bridal style spontaneity
Of course not. I'd rather not drag any patron home. You are an exemption for the night. [He's gruff as he speaks, occasionally adjusting his arms so Kaeya is secure in his arms. Diluc finds himself wandering; mind at least, in how his childhood and adolescent memories littered around the street.
Diluc and Kaeya peeking over at the Good Hunter stove, watching the sweet flowers melt into the pot. Participating in their first Windblume festival. Crepus holding them high in his arms to watch a travelling troupe perform in the square. Then, training for the knights, training with Kaeya, doing the tryouts, and shooting to captaincy.
Diluc pauses as he looks up, now facing the housing block where he knows Kaeya lives in. He opens his mouth then.]
Kaeya.
[The short pause he takes unfortunately prolongs. He schools his expression into stoicism, but a longing holds and persists. Many questions formed but not enough to settle in the moment.]
Keys?