𝙸 𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚈𝚘𝚞 || D. Ragnvindr x Reader

∬Delusional Dreams.∬

His mellow, immense hands emitted a gentle warmth, they are much bigger than my own, that warmth transferred from once my own cold, body to the entrance infront of us; he slowly caressed the handle, hypnotising it to do his bidding: the ancient wooden arch opened itself onto us, revealing a cozy little bar. As he carried me through it, the faint smell of booze and spirits lingered onto me, the scent drove me insane, craving more, but the faint smell drifted away whilst we ascended onward, each footstep creating a small creak as we travelled up the spiralling staircase.

"Here," he said to me, in a stern manner. "This is the guest bedroom in the tavern, you will spend the night here. Understood?"

"Howwww about I say noooo?"

He gave me a blank stare which summed up his answer as a whole. His face was just too easy to read, and it read, I am most certainly not impressed.

"Okayyy Mr Bossy Boots, I suppose that I have noooo choice,"

"Well then, in the third draw along to your left when you enter the room, there are a select few options of night attire, they are usually for myself when I need to do night shifts here, which is not often, but," He had realised that I had stopped paying attention, but continued with his sentence quickly, "as you're practically 'drunken' and won't remember any of this, you can borrow one of them. Just remember to fold the pair you've worn onto your bed in the morning so I can wash them."

My mouth let out a somewhat low gurgle in response.

"Also," Diluc spoke yet again, this time his tone had changed to a more disgusted way of talk, "Kaeya said that in the morning- you must report to the Knights," he took a breather, "of Favonious."

He placed me down with ease, no signs of struggle on his end. But for me, well I hobbled to my temporary abode and fell onto the bed. Let out a big sigh and rolled over onto my back, staring at the ceiling blankly. The door wasn't closed so he just stood there, waiting for me to say something, I suppose. Though I had no sense of reality at this moment in time, so, I began to unbutton my shirt, I got to perhaps the fourth button I didn't count, and as a result of that the sudden slam of the door echoed back into my room, ricocheting around the confinement keeping me safe, currently.

"PLEASE," a small voice crack vibrated from his lips, "have some decency and close the door next time!" You heard Diluc's concerned shout echo down the hall, bouncing along the walls, followed by his disappearing footsteps as he travelled downstairs.

"He didn't have to look now did he," I continued to mutter to myself as I got undressed. There must've been a draft inside this room, as a cold breeze soon hit my body: causing goosebumps to erupt from nowhere and swallow me whole, like that fire I recently found myself trapped in.

I made my way over to the bed-side cabinet he had previously mentioned, opened the third draw and there they were, a few sets of pristine clothes, which recently had been flat-ironed, so the smell of soap and his home made remedy's filled the empty space between us, I quickly began buttoning it up and of course I knew it was going to be big, I couldn't have given two shits about that. He had a matching set of pyjama trousers with that too, so I put them on also. They were not the most warm things I had ever worn, the draft didn't make this any better, nor the most flattering.

Folded clothes resided where I had sloppily placed them, on the end of the bed, the duvet caressed the curvature of my folded-self, who had already started to fall asleep, I faintly heard a knocking sound from the door infront of me. "[Y/n], are you decent? May I enter?" He spoke no other words and waited for a response. A long sigh could be heard through the insulation of the room, "[Y/n], I can't come in unless I hear at least a word from you,"