21.01.XX
it was the witches hour. late at night, and not a single person awake. sir kaeya and sir diluc had given me a place to stay for the time being, and as soon as I arrived I collapsed onto the bed, exhausted from the travelling and conversation. I stared at the plaster ceiling blankly. there was one thing that I couldn't get out of my head.
her face.
it had changed over the years. her features were more... defined? it was the same girl I knew from years ago, but seeing her bloom and mature from afar was so satisfying to me. from a naive young girl to a beautiful lady. I watched her features slowly fit her face more. but there was one thing that I am certain never changed.
her voice
I do admit, I only heard the tiniest bit of it yesterday, but I could recognize it from miles away. in my memory, she had a melodious voice. smooth like honey, and sweet like sugar. it was like the euphonious strums of the holy lyre der himmel. or perhaps the dihua flute's calming tunes. it hasn't changed one bit, even after all this while.
a knock on the door startled me. I snapped out of my daze, yet I refused to open the door.
knock. knock. knock.
who would be so persistent?
groaning in annoyance, I got up from the bed, my sense of comfort gone. I sauntered to the door groggily, ready to tell the person to leave. I twisted the handle and pulled it open.
" kaeya, hurry up and open the door."
and there it was. I froze in my place. I looked down slightly.
no fucking way.
it was her. no mistake.
why now?
instantaneously, I shut the door in a panic before she could recognize me. shit. I had to come up with an excuse without it being too fishy. I opened the door already. so now I can't pretend I was asleep.
fuckkkkkk.
okay ajax. okay. we can't do much. okay. there's a window there. could I jump out and leave? nonono. that would be stupid. fuck. okay, let's try breaking something to distract her. i never prepared for this.
"apologies comrade! you have the wrong house."
I said, my voice cracking mid-sentence. would she recognize it? I said comrade. oh no. does anyone in Mondstadt say that? I hope not. I don't want us to reunite like this. this wasn't the plan. did I really have to stay here out of all places?! oh dear archons.
I heard the sound of footsteps shuffling .
would she say anything?
and alas, there it was.
"um, pardon my intrusion then. I'll be leaving now."
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"tartaglia"
Fanfic" if we met again just slightly earlier, would things change? " in which a cold winter's night in mondstadt fatefully intertwines two lost souls back together. could things still stay the same?
