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Diluc sulked the whole time in the tavern, it was the first time this year he had a drink from Angel's share, let alone know it was alchohol.
One of his bartenders found it ods for him to do that; but they ignored him instead of saying something about it.
Diluc was worried sick due to the 'Trauma' that happened during your teenage years, the three of you lost everyone including each other.
It felt like the longest afternoon for him, he had the urge to come back and actually fix it, but a part of him knew how to give space.
He wanted to apologize, to hug you. To actually tall what's been happening. It's been years since anyone comforted Diluc; He pushed away kaeya because Diluc knows what his sins were.
He felt bad about the scar, that Kaeya had to get his vision that way. He went for a walk that night in the stoney city of mondstadt where he could feel a specific girls eye on him.
Donna. A beautiful girl he saved alot of times as the Dark knight hero. It was near night, and he wanted to know so badly if you came home or not.
He skipped dinner and closed the tavern up fast and early so he could ensure your safety; he sprinted and took the quickest way to the Dawn Winery where three maids were waiting outside and two were gossiping.
he approached the vineyard and entered the premises with the three maids escorting him in like a prince; "[y/n] still isn't here?" The three shooks their heads in worry.
Diluc tried to reassure himself and sat down the dining table with books splattered across and ontop of each other; he was currently researching medical beverages for an upcoming event where the insdustry will support citizens that needs help or suffers severe sickness.
it was past an hour, the maids entered the room with the girl carrying a pouch in hand and her notebook, she looked casual, not hiding or showing any emotions.
She pushed the lunch box down towards him; diluc looked up at her and his eyes continued to follow her as sge sat down just infront him.
"Good evening." Her voice was now calm; she was no longer in the hear of the moment. "I thought i'd bring you dinner." She knew. He almost cracked a smile.
The both of them ate unproperly; it was only the two of them. The table wasn't set up, the attire was only pajamas and the both of them didn't sit properly.
it was quiet and comfortable; none of them dared to interrupt. Diluc has already forgotten about their argument earlier, he was now admiring her presence.
It came to the point all the maids went to bed gossiping about the unusual ettiquete of the young master, the Dining tables was no longer fileed with only one person but two.
The argument thought came at last when the both of them entered their rooms; Diluc slapped his forehead and grit his teeth, dissapointed in himself for forgetting such a big matter.. for him.
Sincerely, he was happy she actually came home, after the fight they had, they returned home on the same table eating at the same time comfortably and at peace.
the thing was; he knew he wasn't supposed to disturb his guests, especialy because he knew you were tired from walking around and researching windrise. He wasn't well aware of her occupation and how come she held alot of money.
It made him smile, knowing that she was all alone at the age of fifteen, she was capable of raising herself after carrying the whole of mondstadt in her shoulders.
But he didn't like it either, the way he knew the struggles and challanges she had to face, travelling from Mondstadt to snezhnaya without any vehicles or not being able to contact anyone she knew for six years.
he threw himself on his bed, gripping his hair out of rage and anger. he wanted to sleep so bad, knowing he needed enough rest for tomorrow morning.
But a part of him doesn't want to, knowing the talk will never happen if he keeps on forgetting. He kept on think and thinking, trying to fall asleep, lying down in bed turning and changing his position every five minutes not feeling the comfort of his bed.
it was until he heard a door from outside unlock, no footsteps heard right after before the door quietly creaked shut. His right eyebrow raised, he sat up.
Quiet footsteps and creaking floors of the stairs, he quietly exit his room and leaned over the rails of the second floor, looking at the girl who wore the guest night dresses.
A white long shirt that resembled a dress nearly like the ones from hospitals, lengthing to her upper thighs. Her hair was down showing her silky platinum blonde hair, she looked around to be sure no one saw her.
"Where do you think you're going?" He looked down at her with a smug frown on his face. The girl looked down to her feet, a bit flustered that she got caught sneaking out.
"I'm just... getting some fresh air." She awkwardly smiled. "I can smell your lies all the way here." He marched down the stairs, "You have a huge bow window." He walked infront of her with crossed arms.
"Where?" She gulped. A lump of saliva built up on her throat. "Our spot."
