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Texts From Last Night

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TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT GENERATOR

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[uncrownedawn]

[ When he and Kaeya go at it, neither of them show their cards. This time though, it’s different. Diluc sees the hurt that flashes across Kaeya’s handsome face and it’s so deeply unexpected that Diluc feels as though he’s the one who’s been slapped. The last time he saw Kaeya show any signs of being emotionally wounded was years ago. He’s unprepared for the way his own heart reacts to seeing Kaeya look at him like that; it twists fiercely in his chest and makes his blood run as cold as the ice of Kaeya’s Vision.

For a moment he just stares back at the other man in shock, his eyes turning that dark blue-violet, then slowly, gray. Diluc can’t hide how shaken he is and he swallows thickly in an attempt to regain his composure. ]

…How long have you been here?

[shadowsincryo]

[He grips the edge of his desk. He shocked him. It takes all of his will not to reach out. Diluc wouldn’t accept. He sighs.] it has been about…two years? Or getting there.

[He leans over his desk and pulls a small journal out. He flips to a marked page.] A year and some months. It will be two years soon.

[He shuts it and drops it back in the drawer, shutting it. There is a brief glimpse of stacks of papers and what looks like grades.]

[uncrownedawn]

[ Two years. Two years. Diluc’s head spins. He feels dizzy. And Kaeya keeps describing the trials as dangerous, traumatic, and he’s different. Changed. And it has nothing to do with his new abilities. Diluc takes a long, shaky breath, trying to steady himself. It takes great effort for him to say what he does, but his voice doesn’t waver. ]

You… are not fine. What happened? And don’t lie to me. Don’t even try it.

[shadowsincryo]

[Don’t lie. His ears lower, he slumps a bit. His mask of captain is proverbially discarded as he gets up and walks around his desk. He drops into his chair and gestures to a seat in front of the desk.]

Sit. A lot has happened, Diluc. I don’t know how to sum it up. Those examples I used are personal experiences. And it’s not all of it.

The best I can put it as? [He taps a claw against his lips and drops his hand back to his desk.] I survived it. I’ll keep investigating.

[He shrugs but his heart isn’t in it. He looks at him, a tired young man that is a little older than he was but that’s…he leans back in his chair.] The last few trials were…more difficult for me. The very last one was the first time we had a choice to refuse it. I did.

[He folds his arms over his chest.] I do have my limits.

[uncrownedawn]

[ Seeing Kaeya look so nearly defeated, so completely exhausted, is hard for Diluc to stomach. He sits when he’s told to, but the grim, worried expression on his face and the blue-gray of his eyes doesn’t change as he listens to the other man talk. Kaeya avoids getting into details again and this time, Diluc considers it’s because it’s too damaging to his mental state to do recount in detail what he’s been through. Diluc decides to ease up on pushing about it and accepts the explanation for what it is: Kaeya’s best right now. After a long moment of sitting there in silence together, Diluc finally speaks again in a quieter, marginally softer voice. ]

…All right. I’ll ask no more about it, but—

[ He clenches his teeth, the joints of his jawbone visibly popping as Diluc scrambles around in the dark of his heart and mind for a way to offer comfort. He wants to reach out to Kaeya, but he feels as though he’s the last person true comfort could come from and worse yet, he isn’t even sure how he would do it. He wouldn’t blame Kaeya for rejecting any offering made. Their brief, private moment in the sun together on Golden Apple Archipelago was a while ago and they’ve never spoken about it since. The closeness Diluc felt to Kaeya then was the closest he’d felt in years, a small sliver of confirmation that their shared childhood of memories wasn’t meaningless to Kaeya as he feared, but now… now it feels as though he’ll only make a worse mess of things for the younger man whose internal light that’s made him so popular in their homeland looks a bit faded. ]

—but… I’ll leave the decision to have further discussions of these events to you.

[ He’s trying, but the words feel awkward in his mouth and he balls his hands into fists on his knees. What else is there to do? What else can he do? The days where he would hold a crying Kaeya to his chest after he misjudged a foothold and fell out of a tree are long, long behind them. ]

[shadowsincryo]

[His fingers twitch but he forces his hands to stay still. For a moment. It hurts in a different way that he can’t just hold his hand. It’s such a subtle way to show things will be alright. He hadn’t realized how much it helped. He pushes up from his desk and motions for Diluc to do the same.]

Let’s go to the kitchen. I haven’t yet had breakfast. [In a small way he could take care of Diluc and allow himself to be taken care of. It’s a subtle shifting of pieces of the board of the game they both play around and around. But he thinks it acceptable.

There’s a pause then he adds,] We will talk further about all of this at a later time.

[He could keep dancing around and around but he adds,] We both could use some time to process. Now, let’s head up.

[uncrownedawn]

[ Diluc nods and gets back on his feet, surprised that Kaeya even reacts positively to his slight offer to listen if he ever wants to talk about the things he’s been through here. It seems more and more, they’re inching their ways closer to one another. Diluc is not dismayed — far from it, in fact — but he does find himself feeling more apprehensive that this sudden peace won’t last long.

He pushes up from the chair on the opposite side of the desk and waits for Kaeya to lead him back outside the office. He follows in silence, mulling everything over carefully. How can he support Kaeya without making it awkward? He supposes he’s already done his best. Maybe Kaeya will ask something of him, like he did on the Archipelago. ]

[shadowsincryo]

[He leads Diluc back up. The personal floor is full of boxes. He hasn’t fully moved into it yet. The boxes are out of the way but, he feels a small pang.

Starting over fresh like he is. It helps, but it also feels difficult at the same time. He leads Diluc up to the kitchen.

The kitchen is fully moved in. His pots and pans hang from easy to reach racks. His knives rest in the magnetic strip on one wall. He pulls off his coat and hangs it on the back of a chair.

He rolls his sleeves up and visibly perks up a bit.] I’m assuming you could use some breakfast too. Yes?

[He looks at him and there is a clack from the living room. He holds up a hand and peers that direction. A brown, curly haired llama that looks hauntingly like Lisa as a llama looks back at him. He sighs and turns away from it.]

Ignore her. She comes and goes. The biggest drawback of this island. That’s a guide and I think a spirit. Even if I lock the door she finds her way in.

[uncrownedawn]

[ There’s that curiosity again for the lower floor and this time, Diluc has a harder time resisting looking down because he feels as though he could glean more of what Kaeya has been through from what’s on that level. He sneaks a peek, sees the boxes, and again wonders why, but he still doesn’t ask. Instead, he follows Kaeya into the kitchen and stumbles on his words when he’s faced with the way Kaeya looks a little excited about the prospect of cooking for him. ]

That’s not neces— Ah, I suppose—

[ He gets out just enough when they’re distracted by the noise. Diluc turns around and…

Well, it’s enough of a shock to change his eye color again. ]

Er… why does it look like…

[ Lisa. It looks like Lisa if she were a llama. It’s absolutely horrifying. And he’s just supposed to ignore it??? ]

[shadowsincryo]

Our fair Lisa? Couldn’t tell you. Better her than Rosaria. [If the ilama looked like Rosaria he would laugh himself sick next time he saw the real one. She would glare. He would keep laughing and pay for it.

Lisa at least would primly ignore it and grill him about how he looked like shit. He waves a hand as the ilama wanders around his living room with seeming purpose. He snags his kettle from the hook above the stove and fills it with water.]

Coffee, tea, milk, or juice?

[The ilama looks over hopefully. He doesn’t look up from setting the kettle on the stove.] Not you.

[uncrownedawn]

[ Diluc keeps staring at the animal — mostly in abject horror, somewhat still in shock — but he does glance back at Kaeya momentarily when he mentions Rosaria, a brief look of irritation crossing his face at the mention. But then he’s back to staring at the llama warily, moving a little closer to Kaeya in the kitchen. He knows Kaeya isn’t the least bit afraid of her, but he has no idea what she’s doing in here and in case the animal decides to charge suddenly or otherwise act up, Diluc wants to be near the younger man to keep him safe while he’s just playing up his domestic side. ]

You have juice?

[shadowsincryo]

[The ilama huffs like an offended Lisa might. Kaeya flicks his right ear. His earring catches the light.]

I do. Lapine has a wonderful market street. Less so right now in the winter but. It was a good autumn.

Shapeshifting requires more energy than people think. [He looks at Diluc as the Ilama continues to wander. He walks to the fridge and opens it.] So, I keep a variety.

[uncrownedawn]

I imagine it would take quite a bit of energy.

[ Diluc notices the earring again. He can’t help wondering where Kaeya’s usual earring went, but he supposes it would be silly to ask, considering Kaeya doesn’t even wear his clothes from Mondstadt anymore often. ]

I didn’t imagine you would take to juice often enough to keep any in your home.

[ His eyes go back on the llama who seems offended much like Lisa would be for not being offered a drink. ]

Whatever juice you have, I’ll have.

[shadowsincryo]

[From Diluc’s vantage point, the hooks by the door are visible. There is a familiar fluffy white cloak hanging from one. Never forgotten. The Ilama drifts towards it. She seems to consider it and turns towards a pillow on the couch instead.

Kaeya gathers things from the fridge.] I don’t drink a lot of juice, that’s true. But some of my students do.

[That is true, but it isn’t the only reason. He grabs the bottle of apple juice and shuts the door to the fridge with his hip. He grabs a mug from the cup rack.]

New familiars underestimate their needs. A lot like apprentice knights don’t account for the weight of real weapons.