Foiled Plots... Childe x Male Reader

ACT ONE. PART TWO. SNEZHNAYAH.

I enter the tavern, following closely behind Y/n. His dark blue coat fluttered behind him, slightly revealing the second vision higher on his shoulder. He quickly pulled his coat down to cover it. We sat at the bar, the red-haired bartender wiping glasses.

"Y/n, welcome back." The bartender said in his silky smooth voice, setting down the glass gently with his pinky to quiet the noise. His proper etiquette indicating he was probably part of a more strict and wealthy upbringing.

"I'm guessing the same for you, y/n, and what would you like, newcomer?" The bartender asked, turning to me.

"Just a water, please. I don't drink." I replied, hoping he wouldn't press on the reasons. He simply nodded, handing me a cup of cold water that came from the tap. He handed Y/n a clear wine glass, filled with a dark red liquid.

"What is that, Y/n?" I asked him, looking from the cup to him. His side profile was truly majestic, his face was stern and masculine, but his eyes were so feminine. His long hair flowed onto his shoulders, past the visions on his shoulders.
"Dandelion wine. It's Diluc's specialty. It's quite delicious." Y/n spoke in his loose tone, picking up the glass with every finger but his pinky, letting his hang close to the glass but never touching the stem. He took a sip, his lips kissing the glass lightly before he used his pinky to release the glass back down onto the table.
Who is Diluc?
I looked at the bartender, who seemed to watch Y/n drink the wine intently.
"I presume you are Diluc?" I asked, looking at the red haired man.
He seemed to snap out of a trance, looking over at me.

"Yes sir I am. Pleased to make your acquaintance." He did a small bow, before resuming his job and wiping glasses on the towel draped over his hand.
Though he was a bartender, his outfit didn't seem to match his job. He wore a black coat, adorned with many accessories and such. He seemed very fancy. I tried not to pay attention to all the little looks he gave Y/n, the glances. I rolled my eyes, choosing to drink my water instead. I watched Y/n, twirling the stem of the glass between his fingers. The wine sloshed back and forth.

"This is supposed to be a joyous occasion, why do you seem so down?" I asked him, noting his small fidgeting habits. He always twirled something between his fingers wether it was this glass or a piece of cloth. He also chewed the skin on his lip. You could always tell he was stressed when his bottom lip was cracked and sometimes bloody. One time, he chewed it so much there was a literal hole in his lip. Not all the way through but still- a hole. (true story for me)

"Can you go back to Snezhnayah and just tell them i can't make it? I don't want to go." He said, sighing. I didn't like how whenever he sighed his posture fell, along with his face and made him seem sadder. I watched him pick at the seams of his cape, pulling the strings up.
Instinctively, i reached for his hand. I pulled his fingers away from his cape, placing my hand on top of his and intertwining our fingers.
He looked at me, a confused look on his face. I realized what i did, pulling away my hand. I was so thankful for the dim lighting in the bar, so Y/n couldn't see me blushing.

"You were about to break the seam- i didn't want you to damage your cape. You do that a lot when you are stressed. I- Sorry." I said, embarrassed. I looked away, staring into my cup. I wish i could read his mind. Know what he was thinking. I looked at the clock, seeing it wasn't really late, but it still seemed like a good time to spare myself anymore embarrassment and leave.
"Oh man, it's late. If you want me to go to Snezhnayah for you, i've gotta get to get an early start." I stood, earning a look from both Y/n and Diluc, the bartender. I ran out the door, feeling Y/n's hand graze my sleeve, but i kept walking.
God that was stupid. Why did i react like that?