[That little laugh cuts deep. When is the last time he heard that? Six years ago. Six long, lonely, aching years--
But it warms Kaeya through, head to toe, and he doesn't deserve it but he can't stop himself from pursuing it. No matter how much he'd say he hates it. In the little hollow where he's hidden himself he leans against the wall, wiping away the remainder of his tears and smiling to himself, bittersweet.]
Oh, no. You'd just get confused if you tried that. None of them are as pretty as me, including the other me.
[The worst thing here is that Kaeya kind of wishes he hadn't run off. The lonely part of himself that he tries to suppress really misses that warmth. He misses rough-housing on the riverbank, lying in the grass and watching the stars, and the faces his Diluc would make when Kaeya played a silly prank. It would be easy to fish for that nostalgic feeling from this new Diluc.
But he can't. Kindness burns and affection strangles, and Kaeya doesn't think he could stop himself from mixing up what's right and wrong between them. After all, he's also missing the bruises.
But... it's not so bad, from a distance like this. He's letting a little bit of tenderness into his voice.]
But thank you for stroking my ego. Perhaps I'll refrain from covering it up after all.
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But it warms Kaeya through, head to toe, and he doesn't deserve it but he can't stop himself from pursuing it. No matter how much he'd say he hates it. In the little hollow where he's hidden himself he leans against the wall, wiping away the remainder of his tears and smiling to himself, bittersweet.]
Oh, no. You'd just get confused if you tried that. None of them are as pretty as me, including the other me.
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Oh? Not just because I'm "spooky"?
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You make it look stylish.
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[The worst thing here is that Kaeya kind of wishes he hadn't run off. The lonely part of himself that he tries to suppress really misses that warmth. He misses rough-housing on the riverbank, lying in the grass and watching the stars, and the faces his Diluc would make when Kaeya played a silly prank. It would be easy to fish for that nostalgic feeling from this new Diluc.
But he can't. Kindness burns and affection strangles, and Kaeya doesn't think he could stop himself from mixing up what's right and wrong between them. After all, he's also missing the bruises.
But... it's not so bad, from a distance like this. He's letting a little bit of tenderness into his voice.]
But thank you for stroking my ego. Perhaps I'll refrain from covering it up after all.
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If you change your mind about distance, tell me.
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[He has a feeling he'll fold eventually. But right now, he's got to hang on to the safety of being apart.]
For now, I think it's time I say goodnight, Diluc.
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