@turbulenxe [ i was bored LOLOL ]

@lepaute 
            
            "well,  i certainly won't push the matter."   ...   "but,  should you need anything more in the future,  you know where to come."   the man offered the briefest of smiles.

⋆  it is night. it is night and it is dark and the room is cast in a wash of dark shadow. in his terror lucien does not see his father, he only sees a /figure/ making its way towards him and it is dark and he can't make out their face and a hand grips his and his mind is sent into overdrive. he struggles, heart beating fast and hard against his ribcage, eyes blown wide yet unseeing, and it's a while before the ringing in his ears subsides and he takes notice of that warm voice that drags him back to reality. it's familiar and grounds him, and gradually his panic begins to subside. his eyes adjust to the darkness and he could now make out the shape of his father, of his crimson gaze, concerned and loving, alive and breathing and /here/, and he instinctively wraps his arms tight around the elder.  ⋆             .. father. you're here  — -         you're o͟k͟a͟y͟ .. ?          ⋆  while he may be legally an adult, here he is still a boy. just a boy with his father, free of danger, relieved and apologetic and so, so s͟o͟r͟r͟y͟, and he feels like a small child again as he's enveloped in the steady warmth that is /father/.  ⋆

@coquere 
            
            diluc could not bring himself to leave the boy's side.  he did not want to leave him alone.  too paranoid that he might vanish again.  too worried that something might happen while his back is turned.  too scared lucien may need him when he is not there.  so he stays.  and now,  it is night again.  it is dark outside and it is dark in the room,  as well.  there's a chair in the corner and that is where diluc is.  arms crossed.  head hanging.  his own sleep is dreamless and light.  it is hard to dream when you are drifting in and out of consciousness,  after all.  at least that worked in his favor when panicked breathing soon filled the silence of the bedroom.  diluc awoke and rose to his feet quickly,  eyes squinting in the darkness.  "lucien?"  he would call out as he carefully approached his son's bed,  reaching to hold one of his hands in his own.  "lucien...  hey,  it's alright-  everything is alright...  shh...  it's okay."  diluc did what he could,  attempting to soothe the younger man. 

⋆  lucien startled at that, very much unexpecting such a request. though after standing there awkwardly for a few seconds he would eventually move closer.  ⋆           .. yes, father. i'm coming.

@coquere 
            
            oh,  lucien...  this is very thoughtful.  thank you.  i really appreciate this.   [   after turning the bookmark over in his hands,  he offered a little smile.   ]   come here.

.. yes. it's april 30th, isn't it? this is.. a bookmark. there's a pressed lamp grass there.. i noticed how you've been reading more, so i thought it might be a fitting gift.

@vanescere 
            
            (   ah!   )   [   diluc had forgotten about the wound,  despite the pain.  with a slightly out of focus gaze,  he looked down to where the injury was.  he was still sitting up.   ]   it'll-  be fine.  i've hardly even moved.

you’re not fine /at all/, father.. ! please just — -        please just listen to me and lie down. your wound’s going to reopen again..

@vanescere 
            
            mm...?  that must be an exaggeration..  i feel completely fine,  i assure you-...   [   this is a lie   ]

@palefIame 
            
            maybe they do.  regardless,  i'm still not going to unload all of my troubles onto you.  such a thing would hardly be fair...  even to a man of the fatui,  like yourself. 

except you /would/ gain something. don't they always say if there's something on your mind, it's better to tell someone about it?

@palefIame 
            
            you would gain nothing from hearing my troubles.  and,  i would gain nothing from telling them to you.

@palefIame 
            
            what would i have to say to you...?   [   rather than walk away,  diluc stopped where he was and folded his arms across his chest.  he gave luka a glance from the corner of an eye.   ]   that is the issue...  that you are always here and you always–..  always do and say such...  nevermind.   [   he waved dismissively as his eyes fell shut.   ]

⋆  luka only chuckled softly, quite amused at the tycoon's actions. and then he'd shrug, almost dismissively.  ⋆            well, i won't press it.. you don't have to tell me. but if there's something you want to say, you know i'm always here.

@palefIame 
            
            [   diluc put a gloved hand up to his face,  even further shielding it from luka's lingering gaze.  his teeth grit together...  out of frustration that this matter was being pressed.   ]   nothing!  it–   nothing at all...   [   he tried to walk away from the other man after that,  ignoring the insufferable pounding in his chest.   ]

[   ^_^   ]

/        it's ok heh

@palefIame [ OH YEAH OMG I FORGOT ]

[ there, there... pat pat.. ] 

ugh im braindead

head* hang