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[way of the househusband] thoma ([personal profile] kenin) wrote2022-07-08 10:55 pm
searingwing: (And every word is calculated)

[personal profile] searingwing 2022-07-11 02:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[Diluc leans in as well, seemingly not bothered by the closeness. His voice is just as low, in a practiced way.] I don’t. I don’t like how it feels or what it does to my senses. I can’t afford it.

There is too much work that needs doing.
searingwing: (One more confession)

[personal profile] searingwing 2022-07-13 07:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[Diluc stands up and offers his arm. He is wobbling a bit on his own feet. But he braces himself with the training of a knight ready to withstand a charge.]

Yes, it does. Hangovers are awful. I don’t understand why anyone inflicts it on themselves.

[He tsks as he glances around once, locating the apple cider. He could pour it for Thoma.]
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[personal profile] searingwing 2022-07-15 08:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[His head feels funny. He recognizes something is off.] ...Taking this somewhere else would be a good idea.

[He draws himself up and shoves aside his worries. Diluc is replaced with Lord Ragvindr. He gestures with one hand to a knight on watch.] Inform the Acting Grand Master I'm escorting one of the dignitaries to a sitting room. Inform Elzer, he speaks for the Winery while I'm not present.

[The knight has to stop themselves from saluting as Diluc gently draws Thoma away towards the back of the building.] Let's go get some fresh air. I know which room has the best breeze. I'll introduce you to the cider later.

[Out of sight, he doesn't notice the concerned looks tossed at his back.]
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[personal profile] searingwing 2022-07-29 01:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[Diluc focuses on getting them to the sitting room. The halls are quiet. Everyone is at the party. He hears a knight at the door to where the party is being held and a smooth voice answer.

Kaeya. The party will be fine. Kaeya has too many threads around his fingers to allow it to fail. Back to business. He finds the door and fumbles with it.]
Lean on me.

[He is used to doing things himself. He is the lord who is ahead of all the people. Riding forward. Fighting groups of foes. He takes a moment to pull open the door.]
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[personal profile] searingwing 2022-08-06 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
[The remark catches Diluc off guard. He looks at him in surprise. He misses Kaeya leaning out of the door to stare at both of them before he resumes his conversation with the knight on door duty.

Diluc's addled mind says the first thing that comes to mind.]
I don't relax. I've never relaxed even when I was heir.

[Well, the later was half true. Kaeya kept dragging him off to things. The fact of the matter is he doesn't relax. He barely has downtime as it is.]
searingwing: (And I just need a minute)

[personal profile] searingwing 2022-08-14 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)
So would you. [Diluc says but his mind is working. Thoma isn’t the first to say it. Kaeya keeps telling him the same thing. Grand Master Varka said it in his own way.

He could explain away their concern. But Thoma hasn’t seen him since he was younger. He sits on the sofa.]
If you ask the knight they can point you to what you need. Jean and Kaeya are making sure guests are well tended to.
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[personal profile] searingwing 2022-08-31 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Milk. [He has given up on correcting Thoma. And he's too foggy-minded to say why he tried at all. His father...

Diluc works his coat off and folds it, laying it at his side. It's too warm in this room. Or maybe it's just him. He hadn't relaxed in years. He won't after this day if he has anything to say about it.

It's easy to survive as a lone man. He rolls his shoulders and settles in like a bartender about to mix a drink.]
What about you?
searingwing: (I wonder if you doubt it)

[personal profile] searingwing 2022-09-24 05:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[Diluc looks at their cups. He reaches out to gently take the cup of milk. It feels like electricity runs through him when their hands brush. He almost pulls away.

But determined he takes the cup and moves like a bartender. He remembers however vaguely how much milk to add to thoma’s tea.

He sets the cup down and watches him like an owl perched in a tree. As if he were to take flight at any time.

He takes a spoon and gently stirs his own tea and offers another spoon to Thoma.]