the seawoman ✷ gi

𓇼 a little secret

KAEYA NEVER WANTED HIS brother to die. 

As you gingerly carried Diluc in your arms, Kaeya's head hung silently in the air. An evident tinge of destitution wafted in the atmosphere, thus, a welling of shame grew in the young heart of poor Kaeya. 

Nevertheless, as the sun bid their goodbyes, you continued to amble forward. A gradually growing evening breeze beckons the three of you home. 

Glancing down at Diluc's rising and falling chest, you sigh silkily.  

'Thank the Archons he is alright- just passed out.'

"Are you alright Kaeya?" Name questions tenderly, an air of gravity present in her rhythmic tone of voice. 

There is a prompt pause as Kaeya bites the insides of his cheeks before muttering swiftly, "I'm alright Auntie." 

You nod leisurely, nevertheless, your jaw tightens as your benevolent grip on Diluc tenses slightly. 

'I'm such a damn fool...'

The sun fell over the sky and the stars drew themselves out from their beds. The swaying of Mondstadts grass caressed your boots, the scent of sea salt drifting farther and farther. 

It did not take long for the distinct fragrance of grapes to waft into your nose, the image of Crepus' mansion unveiling itself under twilight. 

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THE MAIDS READILY SWEPT the passed-out figure of Diluc into their arms as they scrambled for medical supplies despite his sleeping disposition. 

 You heaved a lengthy sigh as your hands rub the bridge of your nose in evident weariness. Then, a subtle sniffle emits behind you, your gaze now shifting towards Kaeya: whose downcast expression laid only one word, regret. 

"Why don't we sit down on the couch?" You suggest, your voice gradually softening the edges of your facade. 

Kaeya nods silently, his eyes brimming with plump tears while his head hung low. 

You gingerly pat his back, steadily leading him to the couch as stillness rushed over the manor. 

It did not take long for Kaeya's tears to wash down his face, his eyepatch stained while he murmurs in a tone of forlorn. 

"It was all my fault... I was the one who asked Diluc if he could help me get the seashell." 

Gazing at his fraught figure, each tendon of your finger instinctively tightens: self-disdain crawling up your arm. 

 Your mind could easefully recall those wretched memories that never seemed to erode with the steadfast passage of time. It was like the dolorous sensations of being torn asunder by your own fault: the eyes of the throng scorning you with each step. 

"Shh, it would be foolish of you to blame it all on yourself... your brother will recover."

Your words ferment in the air, blunt yet seemingly tender. You silently cringe at your own words, an air of hesitancy lingering. 

Nevertheless,  Kaeya merely nods as he wipes his tears with his stained sleeves before jumping into your arms. Kaeya nestles his face in your chest while his hands wrap themselves around your waist as if you would abruptly vanish from his sight. 

You remain still for a few moments, your eyes wide as your mind blanks. 

'He really does trust me.'