Chilled Grip (a chaeya fanfiction)

Update/ Final ending

hey so...

i may have lost the plot again.
this fic was a project i started months ago, when my writing style was much different, and i overestimated my abilities a little bit.
the plot was all over the place, and i really didn't have a clear idea of where i was going. i didn't space out the plot like i should've...
so i'm dropping this fic.
it's either i scrap it and start over, or just rewrite you guys a different chaeya fic.
i can understand this is probably really disappointing, and im sorry it had to end this way HAHAHA
but i'll give you guys the ending i had planned, for partial closure, you guys deserve it for all the support you've given me, holy shit. Thank you for sticking with me so far.. LOOK FORWARD TO NEW WORKS I POST!! THIS IS NOT THE END OF MY WRITING PATH!!!!
anyways, here's the ending i had planned.

The crimson leaves of brittle autumn trees had begun to fall. Gentle gusts of chill air sent them spiraling through the air, sending them skittering along the frosted ground. The sky had released the snow that its looming grey clouds had promised, large snowflakes falling softly.

If one listened close enough, they might be able to hear the soft sighs as the snowflakes landed, kissing the ground with their pale embrace.
The dark street was empty, no footprint dared to soil the perfect white, a sheet that fell neatly over stone.

A street light stood tall and strong, illuminating two figures underneath it with an orange glow. Standing underneath, a knight of Favonius, blue hair the color of sapphires, dressed in clothes unfit for the current weather, and a copper haired harbinger, pale nose kissed pink by the biting cold, dressed in a simple coat, which swallowed even his built frame in its warm folds.

Though the weather was frigid, the embrace that was held was not.

The silence, tied by a thin thread, was broken by a soft exhale and the faint rustle of fabric.
Gloved hands reached out to cup a snow kissed face, brushing snowflakes off cerulean lashes, before gifting a kiss of his own. Gently, the hands were removed, reaching into the pocket of the grey coat, removing a slip a of parchment.
Neatly folded paper was then pressed into the palms of the knight, who took it, glancing at the page with a wry smile.

Pulling the bluenette closer, the harbinger whispered softly into the others ear, before meeting their lips in a kiss.
Tears glazed their eyes, yet the perpetual smiles still held, now it was final, Ajax's twelve month sentence was up.

Hands entertained, the pair walked together as far as Mondstadt's bridge, leaving a trail of footprints, which the falling snowflakes had already begun blanketing, hiding the last traces of Ajax, leaving only memories as proof that he'd ever been.

Though they had walked together, only one continued, a single pair of footsteps leaving imprints along the stone.
Kaeya watched the copper head of hair walk amongst the snowflakes, orange standing out against the shimmering ice.

A black carriage stood, starkly contrasting the pale surroundings, the door extending outward.
Inside sat the short boy from before, his hat draped across his lap, as he leaned his cheek against his alabaster hand.
Ajax paused, standing still before turning around, reaching his hand up, and waving vigorously at Kaeya. Though he couldn't see more than a silhouette, Kaeya knew that a grin was present, curving in an all-too-familiar smirk. Tears still stung his eyes, threatening to spill over, and he let them come, warmth spreading as the salty rivulets trailed down his sharp cheekbones, falling gently into the snow underneath him.
The carriage started, the crack of a whip egging the horses onwards, wheels rumbling against the cobblestone.

As soon as the dark carriage was out of sight, Kaeya reached into his pocket, the letter where he had placed it, the pocket of the jacket he had been given. Tears welling in his eyes, he smiled softly, shaking fingers unfolding the parchment.

My dearest Kaeya,
If you're reading this, I've probably been long gone, but knowing your patience, or lack thereof, I've just left.
You and i both understand the importance of work, and I assume you knew that my period of time here is coming to a close.
Of course, I'll always find time for you, as Teucer and Anthon adore you. Send me a letter occasionally, I intend to keep talking to you, as i miss you already.
I hope you enjoyed my company, however short it may have felt. You won't be getting rid of me anytime soon, so don't worry about the distance between us.
I'm perfecting my recipe of that soup you enjoyed, and im sure the lillies won't be as bitter the next time you taste it.
Leave your window unlocked for me.
Forever yours,
~Ajax

Encased below was a small circlet, a ring made of calla lilly stems twisted gently, sealed with a drop of crimson wax. Fresh tears fell from lilac eyes, shaking fingers sliding the ring on. The stems were pale green, but would change brown with time, as fall leaves became orange.

Kaeya held his ringed hand up to the light, knuckles blushed red from the cold, the makeshift ring wrapped around his thumb.
Blinking the tears out of his eyes, Kaeya shoved his freezing hands into the pockets of his coat, attempting to warm up his fingers.

Though his lover had left him, a feeling of content warmed his whole body, his heart thawing, the thickly swirled tension in his chest melting away.
His nose was red with cold, his eyes puffy from crying, and his breathing consisted of faint sniffles, yet he still wanted to kick his legs like a schoolgirl, joy overflowing, the flood gate crumbled,

A red haired man waited for him in the square, shoulders squared, hands shoved deep into pockets, his nose flushed pink from the cold. A disgruntled expression was evident on his face, but his poorly hidden smile caused his red eyes to glitter, a sign of obvious happiness for his brother.

Playfully shoving each other as they walked through the snow, they headed towards Angel's share, the windows illuminated with warm light promising well needed food, and warm beverages.

Almost as if they had aged in reverse, they were closer now than they had ever been, as memories from when they were small boys flooded back, of snowy days, and the warm feeling of family.

A door of heavy oak slammed shut behind them, giving a faint squeak as it did so. The sliver of light from inside faded abruptly, leaving the snow coated street dark, their footsteps being blanketed by snow once again.
—End—