|𝙈𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙂𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨|

𝙁𝙊𝙐𝙍

kazuha held her, their breathes becoming one on the same pace. he hadn't felt so relaxed in a while, and he seemed to adore that. he seemed to enjoy what she gave him, and he held her close, taking in the scent that she gave off, and gently playing with a strand of hair.

he was lucky she had taken a close look at him, and softly fell in love with him. he was rather... proud he had landed himself a woman that was powerful, yet could be fragile it wanted.

he was proud.

the quiet nights in mondstadt seemed so surreal. and it created an atmosphere of stillness, maybe it was the fact that the lively people had gone home to rest. but was still like that either way.

but with her. the very woman that made him feel quite different than he knew, he felt just okay with her. he cherished her in so many ways, and she adored all that he did, truly... he loved her more than the entire world.

and a redheaded man seemed to understand that.

he seemed to know that the very woman in front of him was taken, loyal to a man already. that's what made him feel so... sickly towards her. he blamed her for being so nice to him, so talkative, so... there. he wanted to know what was behind her kind and calming aura, but first he had to understand her mind.

"master diluc, i've noticed many women looking at you. have you ever thought of being loyal towards one?" her curiosity was something, but nothing. so he inwardly smirked, and spoke.

"i haven't the slightest clue women looked at me. I rather focus on my work than other things." he poured her some more liquid in her cup. watching as she just leaned her head against the bar.

"oh! i see.... I suppose she was right, you haven't the necessity for women, I suppose. but still, what is your ideal type?" she stared at his crimson eyes, a soft sigh left her.

"hmm, how about a compromise? I'll tell you, if..." he paused, feeling proud when he made her slightly cower from the pause itself. "if you tell me your ideal type."

"i guess so." she cleared her throat and sat up straight. "my ideal type... hmm, happens to be a man that can fend for himself, and for me. can show emotions without feeling the slightest of embarrassment from doing so, if he can make me feel special- to the point that I only want him to simply give me those butterflies. then again, maybe one that can show me just how much he loves me.... and i've found exactly who that is." she smiled, staring at diluc before staring at her glass.

all diluc did was simply nod, and then he spoke of his ideal type. he spoke with false words. truthfully, he tried making her feel jealous, but in the end all he got from her was encouragement to ask the special lady out. of course, it was far from what he wanted her to do.

and when she finally left, he stared at the empty cup she drank from. he hadn't known she would drink it, it was on a whim. but now, now he had the results he wanted.

she trusted him.

she trusted him enough to drink anything he poured her, and would eat anything he served her. so, it proved that she wasn't as shy as she had been before. but, he also knew she would simply talk of anything, if he gave her the encouragement to speak.

"a red sparrow never lies now? truthfully, no they don't. nor do lilies wither, but she's exactly the cup of wine that'd be perfect to age over time." he turned off the light to the tavern, a small dark glint seemed to reflect in his crimson eyes.

the glint seemed to be the deeper and darker affection he had towards her. and it seems that little thing would become the ultimate thing that would make her his. and he couldn't help but feel as though the perfect plan was created.

but that plan seemed to be proven right every time. but now he knew she trusted him, all he had to do was strengthen that trust until the final night. and he didn't seemed to mind this either, he was quite alright with waiting until the right time.