Diluc had reacted with anger towards a traitor all those years ago; it's hardly something that Kaeya can blame him for. He can't change what he was, what he is, no matter how much he might wish that he could. Better that Diluc knows, better that Diluc wouldn't hesitate to raise his sword, which is why Kaeya looks startled at those words.
If his thoughts were less storm-tossed, if he could think clearer about what Diluc is actually saying rather than the soothing sound of his voice, he'd have a better response than staring at him in confusion. What is this, Diluc? His heart, poor confused thing, doesn't know whether it should allow the little seed of hope that wants to bloom.
"Or maybe you shouldn't have lowered it," he sighs even as he steps in closer, despite the blankets and cushions the other man is holding, more or less molding himself up to his side, nuzzling his way into his hair. Gods but he smells good. Like smoke and sun-drenched grass. Kaeya hears himself whimper before he realizes he's the one who made the sound.
Embarrassing. How do Omegas live through this?
But Diluc trusts him? Even now? It makes his throat feel tight, voice strained as he speaks. "I like your house. It feels like you."
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Date: 2021-06-10 05:29 pm (UTC)If his thoughts were less storm-tossed, if he could think clearer about what Diluc is actually saying rather than the soothing sound of his voice, he'd have a better response than staring at him in confusion. What is this, Diluc? His heart, poor confused thing, doesn't know whether it should allow the little seed of hope that wants to bloom.
"Or maybe you shouldn't have lowered it," he sighs even as he steps in closer, despite the blankets and cushions the other man is holding, more or less molding himself up to his side, nuzzling his way into his hair. Gods but he smells good. Like smoke and sun-drenched grass. Kaeya hears himself whimper before he realizes he's the one who made the sound.
Embarrassing. How do Omegas live through this?
But Diluc trusts him? Even now? It makes his throat feel tight, voice strained as he speaks. "I like your house. It feels like you."