#heldvisions

          diluc has long since become used to interactions like this--it’s not every time that he tends bar at angel’s share, but every once in a while someone will partake in enough wine to muster the confidence they need to approach him. depending on his mood and the amount of drink his wannabe suitor has had, the conversation can be grating and obnoxious or a spark of amusement amidst an otherwise dull night, among other things--tonight, he could use the distraction, and it appears that this stranger still has his wits about him. diluc smirks, firelight hues looking the other over curiously.

          “that’s cute. i haven’t heard that one before,” dawn teases in turn, feigning disinterest in the way he continues to effortlessly mix the drink he’d been working on for another patron, “and your glass isn’t even empty yet, so you’re not just bothering me for a refill. sounds like you’re enjoying the wine, though.”

@heldvisions​ sent:  bandage, form adelinde!! [  bandage  ]  sender  helps  bandage  up  receiver’s  wounds             wordless command .

❝ Thank you.  ❞  Soft murmured words as his wounds are tended to with the meticulousness that only comes from routine, smile distant but present in the embrace of a fireplace’s warmth.  There’s a lot in the mind.  ❝ I apologize for...  ❞

Crimsons blink away the blurriness of exhaustion, a heavy yawn escaping him as he’s swayed deeper into sluggishness, but oh, he has so much to do.  Lethargic eyes look up, breathing soft, and he’s momentarily distracted by her presence and...   A swallow.  Is it tiring to stay beside me ?

What a thought, but as he continues to observe her, the familiarity of it all strikes a disorienting feeling inside of his chest, smile falling into a flat line as he attempts to get a bearing of himself.  Dizzying.   ❝ … Giving you such a scare earlier.  ❞  You’ve always stayed.  ❝ I promise I’ll attempt to at least give you a warning next time.  ❞

The liveliness of this place has burnt to soot, does it not exhaust you ?  The thickness in the air, the emptiness on the walls, the lack of them.  There are no voices where there once where, no jests and bickering, no exasperated reprimanding, no running footsteps in the dew of night rousing the entire household, no Kaeya, no Crepus, nothing but you and me.

❛ hello. ❜ arms fold beneath her sleeves, greeting her friend with a warm smile. ❛ so ... they have you on delivery errands, today? ❜ her gaze travels to the few boxes in his arms.

akane, while she did operate between the shogunate and the grand narukami shrine — was often left to her own devices, so long as she’d toe the line. supervising tomo was one of her liberties, and not only him: but many of those who have lost their visions under the decree. at least until the day they could return to themselves.