#dawnslaught

it was late, long past the time that the pair should both be asleep, though it seemed that only the bard thought anything of that. waking up alone with the other side of the bed cold, more than enough proof that diluc had abandoned him a while ago. there was only one place that he could really be, and his office was exactly where he was found.

Walking into the bar, he can’t help but take note of the decor as he leans on his cane. Eddie finally letting him explore as he the brunette finally gets his rest.

It’s obvious he’s not from around here, mainly by just his looks alone. Fontaine is where they both reside according to his vision. Coming up to the counter he kind of wishes he brought Eddie along, he’d like the way this place looks. Suits him well. But glancing up at the redhead behind the counter he can’t help but give a polite smile.

@dawnslaught sent : " you look wonderful today , my dear ~ " diluc leans in for a kiss ~ // uwu ⸺ unprompted ⸺ hehe

"Oh?" Is the simple yet questioning response. Was he? He was in his simple priestly attire as usual. Nothing more nothing less. [it wasn't considered proper]

"No Diluc you are not going to go with me to Snezhnaya. Dawn Winery needs you. I will be fine."

¸.☆.¸ strangers beneath the same sky starters.

dialogue starters for first time meetings in historical or fantasy settings.

¸.☆.¸ "Hm?" Elliott looks up from where he has been resting along the shoreline, a journal with only a few words written sitting in his lap and a pen tapping against its pages. He is lost in thought until the sound of sand crunching beneath one's feet draws his attention away from the ocean.

When he sees the other who asks if they had met each other, his gaze scans from head to toe, and then toe to head, wondering if, perhaps, they had indeed crossed paths at one time.

Try as he might, however, he does not recollect a time when they might have met long enough to remember one another. Though he does notice the distinctive shade of red hair that the other possesses.

A coy smile displays across his handsome face as he tilts his head to the side, his own long ginger locks fluttering in the ocean breeze.

Now where was he; his head was hurting worse than it ever had what lower being dragged him into a war thi-no..the air felt different was he not summoned by alaya or any master, well then not having to listen to any lesser beings or low grade masters was a win-win for him. The blonde took a second; and started laughing..

this was cruel; even by the holy grail's standards it was as if he had just been ejected from a system. "Well then i suppose i should find something worth my time." he caught a nostalgic scent, one he knew well; but this had a different aroma, wine? in the forest; odd place for a winery but..perhaps this backwater world was truly worth it..