[ kaeya is tense, his little knuckles white with the force with which he grasps at albedo's coat, his eye trained entirely upon the tall figure in the distance, the hand, still extended. he knew in his heart that his father would be back someday, but he didn't think it would be so soon, he isn't ready, he isn't ready to leave, he's happy here..
but mr. albedo makes the decision for him, sweeping him right up off of his feet, and kaeya doesn't fight him, though he still watches the figure as he's carried away, guilt wracking his heart. he should do what's expected of him, shouldn't he? he should do what his father wants. that's what a good son would do.
instead he squeezes his eye shut and buries his face against albedo's shoulder, hands clutching in his collar. if he ignores it, maybe it'll just go away, maybe he won't need to worry about it. though kaeya's eyes are closed, he doesn't see the figure as it melts away into the distance, though the storm continues, lightning flashing, thunder rumbling loud. he doesn't speak. ]
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but mr. albedo makes the decision for him, sweeping him right up off of his feet, and kaeya doesn't fight him, though he still watches the figure as he's carried away, guilt wracking his heart. he should do what's expected of him, shouldn't he? he should do what his father wants. that's what a good son would do.
instead he squeezes his eye shut and buries his face against albedo's shoulder, hands clutching in his collar. if he ignores it, maybe it'll just go away, maybe he won't need to worry about it. though kaeya's eyes are closed, he doesn't see the figure as it melts away into the distance, though the storm continues, lightning flashing, thunder rumbling loud. he doesn't speak. ]