DEAR DILUC diluc ragnvindr

grapes.

Dear Diluc,

Here's another letter that I will never send, and you will never see.

One thing that you still don't know about me is that I hate grapes. I absolutely despise them, the texture, the taste and even the colour of them.

I hate them, to this very day, but they tasted so sweet when we secretly picked them from the winery's front. As we sat in between the rows of wine leaves, giggling about the small act that we thought was a big deal, the grapes that I usually avoid were the best things I had eaten.

Everything I did with you was a joy, Diluc.

Sincerely, Y/n.

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"Come with me," Diluc clasped Y/n's hand in his, pushing the door of the winery open. "I want to do something with you."

Y/n whined while being pulled along by the young boy. "You and Kaeya have a habit of dragging me into everything! Then I'm the one who gets in trouble."

"If you come with me, I'll consider forgiving you for the book incident." Diluc smiled at her, very sure of himself. That event had occured a few years ago, but apparently the red head hadn't forgiven them yet.

"Fine, fine." Y/n squeezed his hand, smiling at the back of his crimson coloured hair as the two slowly walked to the bushes.

"Will you join me?" Diluc sat down on the dirt, between the wine leaves.

"To do what?" Y/n sighed but eventually landed beside him. She knew she'd get scolded for dirtying her clothes.

"To eat grapes," Diluc picked the fruit from the bush and chewed, delighted. "These ones taste really nice."

"You know I hate them." The young girl backed away. "Is this your way of getting revenge?"

"I'm not vengeful." He giggled, "What do you think, Y/n? You think I'd force you to eat grapes? You don't have to eat them if you don't want to."

Y/n hesitantly took one into her hands, which she soon planted in her mouth.

Diluc watched her eagerly, waiting for a reaction. He didn't tell her that the grape she plucked was unripe and most likely bitter.

Her face scrunched as she tasted nothing but sour juice on her tongue. She heard him hold in his chuckle. The girl faced away from the young boy, flustered. As she avoided his eyes, she looked at the shooting star above them.

Finally the boy couldn't contain himself any longer, so he laughed and laughed. The sound of his laughter was loud and refreshing, something she didn't hear very often. He looked at her in amusement, and Y/n tried her best to concentrate on wishing on the star, hoping these memorable moments would last forever.