[ HIDDEN ] : in order to hide their identities, our muses are forced to share a kiss.
nightclubs, pleasure houses, the likes of which no self - respecting knight would find themselves in, and all for the sake of information. well, that’s why kaeya’s eccentric ways and stupidly determined mindset managed to get him results while others could not. there is no captain of ordo in his persona this night, only him and his informant. but enemy eyes had always been difficult to avoid, previous relations with the fatui, treasure hoarders, criminals of the like swarming the walls would mean he needed a distraction of some kind, especially if his disguise was to be undermined by prying eyes. kaeya was being followed, he could feel it.
‘ i’ve missed you ! ’ the frostblade slipped into one of the sheer curtain - lined, private booths, voice on the edge of too saccharine, too tipsy with his words. into the lap of his unfortunately informant, a breathy whisper lined their neck as he sighed out, ‘ relax. ’ two fingertips pressed to his informants mouth as kaeya tilted his head to press his lips against his own digits. the footsteps behind kaeya lingered in front of the private booth, most likely saw their silhouettes, and then continued to move on, unwilling to deal with the private affairs of two hormonal men. only then did kaeya pull away.
‘ sorry. ’ the frostblade apologised curtly, removing himself from the informant’s lap, and taking out his own stashed information from his coat. luckily this was storm, but kaeya wasn’t sure the familiarity of one or two previous meetings was enough to compromise the professionalism of this relationship. oh well, it was the only thing he could think of at the time. besides, it didn’t really count as a kiss, did it ? they were both in the business of dealing shady information in even shadier ways, and no one expected any kind of faux lewd behaviour to be the actual rendezvous of vital information. ‘ you know how relentless fatui are. ’
@oarashi, kissing prompts ( still accepting. )
