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Characters: Diluc, Kaeya

DILUC

Ah the young Master, ever hard at work.

Eyebrows furrowed close together, scrutinising the document currently held in his un gloved hands. Red locks tied tightly back, giving you a clear view of his disgruntled visage. Desk work was certainly not his preferred activity. How he wished the pen in hand was his trusty claymore, and the paper not a maddeningly inept response from a supplier that had to be rectified, but an enemy to take down.

It was nearing midday and yet he soldiers on without so much as a break, despite your best attempts. Never one to deny you anything, this particular days lack of attention left you feeling rather needy. He’d rather do paperwork spend time with me? Hmph! We’ll see about that!

Slowly meandering over to the desk, he thankfully doesn’t notice your approach, too engrossed in the document. Making you way round the desk, you crouch down to his level, before whispering near his ear, “Diluc~”, startled, the red head whips his head round to attention, just time for you to plant a quick kiss on his lips. Your plan certainly worked, the man looking both flushed and shocked, throughly broken out of the trance that pesky document had placed on him. You giggle, his red face was certainly a sight to behold. His own face melts into a soft smile, “What did I ever do to deserve you?” He murmurs, shaking his head gently.

“Hmm, is that a compliment or an insult?” A teasing smile now present on your face. He chuckles, eyes raising to meet yours, “I can only ever utter nothing but the highest praise for you.”

KAEYA

The highly esteemed cavalry captain, despite the beliefs of his brother, did contribute to keeping Monstadt safe, often spending nights outside the city’s walls, valiantly hunting down those who pose a threat.

Perhaps there was something in the water, but as of late, many more young scoundrels had malice in their hearts, and a certain captain was ever on call to deal with them.

Rain pelted off the window, bouncing off of the ground bellow. The sky thick with dark grey clouds, obscuring any moonlight. A pair of toned arms wrap themselves around you from behind, warm lips settling in the side of your neck. You reach up to stroke the soft blue hair, treasuring what little time you’ve managed to get together.

A soft sigh against your neck, the man’s murmurs almost too quiet to be heard, “Unfortunately... I cannot stay for long. It seems even this storm isn’t quite enough to discourage uncouth behaviour.”

TW: death mention, blood, injury, grief, angst

Characters: Diluc, Xiao, Zhongli and Childe

Synopsis: the different ways that they deal with your death

Notes: heavy angst and death mentions so please be wary if you’re easily upset. also mentions of injury, general grief so please be warned

DILUC

Cool sun rays cast little light into the darkened room, barely illuminating a certain place at the table. A mug, a plate, a set of cutlery, all left untouched. The sight still causes him pain. But he cannot bring himself to remove them, to admit that you’re forever gone-

His own meal tastes ever bland. Flavours gone along with you. The very burning core inside him that kept him going forward, his fire, cruelly torn out never to return.

What had he done to deserve this? no, what had you done to deserve such a cruel fate? it shoulve been him. Why was it never him?

memories of blood as red as roses flash unwanted through his mind, it’s sickening warmth seeping into his soul, staining his already damned soul forever more. he failed. he was a failure. a mockery of a hero.

eyes scrunch up, dark bags on full display, but no tears can fall. no tears are left to fall. where had it all gone wrong? happiness was finally within his grasp. was he too damned to deserve it? after all his efforts, all his love, was it still not enough?

shoulders shaking and heaving, he buries his head in his arms, the dawns rays unable to reignite his fire.

XIAO

he was a fool. he knew it as soon as his heart skipped a beat at your smile, relishing the way the sun danced upon your pretty face. the face that kept growing older, laugh lines turning into deep wrinkles and cracks upon your skin. Body soon too old and stiff to try and pull him up to dance and sway.

he was a fool. he knew this would be how it ended, your painfully short mortal life but a blip in his eternal one. he knew that one day, despite how much dread the mere thought caused him, he’d hold your hand, so lifeless and still. heavy gaze falling upon your once vibrant eyes, now empty and unfocused. an empty husk in the shape of the person he once loved, adored and treasured with every fibre of his cursed being.

it was inevitable, he knew that. knew he should have turned away, closed his heart off before you crawled your way inside, to show him all the happiness and joy that he didn’t believe his life could possibly hold. All that happiness that you had cruelly taken with you. the eons of suffering under his karmic debt could not compare to this. this was personal. this was his pain, not the wrath of gods and demons. his own anguish. anguish that he foolishly welcomed into his life, arms upon wide for the privilege of wrapping themselves around you. a luxury he in no way deserved.

he was a fool.

ZHONGLI

the gentle breeze barely ruffled the flowers, the spot he had created perfectly isolated from any malicious forces. removing the old and replacing them with the new, this time the flowers a vibrant pink. how he wished glaze lilies would come back into season early.

that was how he’d met you, all those years ago on a melancholy night in guili plains, moon hanging high in the sky. Feelings of sadness that he rarely allowed to bubble to the surface over came, waves of grief and loneliness washing over him, not weakened by time.

But he heard a voice, a voice oh so soft it soothed his heart. There you were, crouched down in front of several glaze lilies, coming into bloom at the angelic tones. The moonlight shone an ethereal glow upon your face, as if made only for you. You looked up and into his eyes, and he swears he could see all the stars in the sky inside of yours. He was smitten.

Loss seemed to be the ever present theme in his life, stuck an a never ending cycle, such was the fate of an immortal. The news reached him second hand, talk of a wandering spirit beloved by all who had wandered too far, too far in order to satiate their love of exploring. News that struck a sickeningly familiar cord within him. a sickening cold spreading throughout his body, immobilising his very soul.

And here he remains, silently taking in the atmosphere, overlooking the plains he’s far too familiar with, all the grief inside him merging into an indistinguishable blur, wetness gathering in the corner of his eyes. But he will carry on. He has no choice.

The life of an immortal is certainly a lonely one.

CHILDE

He was a warrior. You were both warriors. Endless days and nights spent sparring, tackling monster camps, pummelling treasure hoarders. Not a single day spent static, all of them filled to the brim with adventure.

The days never ceased, but you did. He continued as he always did, craving that thrill of battle. But that crave was proving impossible to satisfy. Battle after battle, bruise after bruise, break after break. Nothing. Nothing could fill the gaping wound that you had left. Days not ending even after the sun set, his clothes and body soaked in blood. Others? His? He couldn’t tell anymore. Didn’t care anymore.

You weren’t supposed to die. Weren’t you strong? How could this happen? He didn’t believe them, the guards who came to tell him. They were idiots, how could that possibly be the truth? He laughed in their faces, mania overtaking him.

Even now, weeks later, he still refused to believe it. You were playing a prank, you’d be back. You had to be back. He was convinced. Even the sickening sight of your battered body couldn’t convince him otherwise.

He’d seen stranger, things thought to be impossible only to happen before his very eyes. You were just trying to catch him off guard, that was it. He had to be on guard for a sneak attack, so that he could catch you, see you laugh at how you got him, how you got him so bad. He would laugh too, and hold you tight. Tighter than he’s ever held anything before.

Kick his ass in a fight? Well fought comrade

Beat him in an arm wrestling contest? He better work on his muscles

But if you beat him in a board game... the rage that the man unleashes.

Huffing, snarky comments, storming off in a badly disguised rage, slamming doors. Expect to see him sitting pouting, face to the wall refusing to look you in the eye. Sits and broods in silence until the sting of defeat fades. Will vow to get his revenge one day by hiding your favourite cereal this transgression must be avenged.