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Who is watching you? 🌕
You tell me. You're the moon damn it. You see everything, don't you? Or am I just losing my mind? I'm not. I know I'm not. Stop trying to trick me...
Is there something watching me?
...... Oh, you— HAHAHAHAHA! IT WAS YOU ALL ALONG. shut up they might hear us. god almighty.
it was you. you were watching me.
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under the indigo hues of mondstadt's twilight, the dawn winery is still - peaceful and quiet in a way that his own family's manor simply never had been with all of the children running around. it is here where childe finds himself tonight - box in hand as knuckles press against the oak door three times, expression no short of elated once the sighting of a phoenix emerges before him. ❝ i won't keep you late- ❞ a promise, one he intends to keep as he holds out the box, carefully wrapped in silver paper. ❝ but ... ❞ it's almost painful to be this open to him of all people, cheeks almost as red as his face as he abruptly places it into his arms. ❝ well, i'm leaving in a few days, and ... just- take this. ❞ ( aka, merry crimis deeluke c: it's a lil dagger with a fancy little handle he got done just 4 u !!!! )
In its lonesome it stood, long panes of glass cast to a subtle glow as the lights flickered on & the world outside descended to dusk. once, a long time ago, this had been a home of similar tumult, where exuberant voices filled the halls & resounded out into the meandering vineyard; now, it was a nigh but silence. fingers rap against the oak, upon the third does the door finally open, shafts of light spilling into the ebbing hues of eventide. diluc had found this man capricious, impossible to anticipate in all his tales of grandeur & his atrocities. yet he is unbothered, something about that company felt a welcome change from the absence of faces in the manor, to the abating voices as the staff fell away into their duties.
He steps back, allowing the door to open further. “ you should come inside.” it was not an offer, more of a commandment, his gaze settled upon the gift that found repose amongst fingers leather adorned. “ then , i will accept your gift.” it was cold outside - and it would be graceless to cast him back out into the cold. He steps back, not waiting for the other to scoop his jaw off the floor before he retreats inside, the sole gestures of his beckoning the flick of long, undulating crimson as he vanished.
