Diluc realizes he's been waiting for it - that despite the fact that Kaeya thought twice about trying to make for the door a moment ago, he still will do it, because he doesn't want to face Diluc. He will refuse to face him, like he has ever since that night, when the ugly truth came out and their blades crossed. Diluc's gaze flickers up to the eyepatch Kaeya wears, and the scar he knows lingers beneath, before dropping away once more.
Maybe this night is not so different. Kaeya had seized an opportunity with Diluc while he was vulnerable, and Diluc doesn't know just how the ground beneath him has crumbled away, only that is has. Kaeya had hurt him, unintentionally or not, and it had earned his righteous fury. That night, he had wanted to hurt Kaeya in return for hurting him. He wanted to lash out in a rage, built from the seething anguish inside him. Tonight, resisting when Kaeya reaches out now seems almost lethal.
Please.
He swallows against a lump in his throat. He hates that it's there. ]
...What do you want me to say?
[ He's never had the silver tongue that Kaeya has. It's why expressing himself had seemed so much easier a few moments ago, with raw physicality, instead of words. Now that he must try to speak to what is in his heart, what he wants, the tangled mess inside him seems...insurmountable. ]
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Diluc realizes he's been waiting for it - that despite the fact that Kaeya thought twice about trying to make for the door a moment ago, he still will do it, because he doesn't want to face Diluc. He will refuse to face him, like he has ever since that night, when the ugly truth came out and their blades crossed. Diluc's gaze flickers up to the eyepatch Kaeya wears, and the scar he knows lingers beneath, before dropping away once more.
Maybe this night is not so different. Kaeya had seized an opportunity with Diluc while he was vulnerable, and Diluc doesn't know just how the ground beneath him has crumbled away, only that is has. Kaeya had hurt him, unintentionally or not, and it had earned his righteous fury. That night, he had wanted to hurt Kaeya in return for hurting him. He wanted to lash out in a rage, built from the seething anguish inside him. Tonight, resisting when Kaeya reaches out now seems almost lethal.
Please.
He swallows against a lump in his throat. He hates that it's there. ]
...What do you want me to say?
[ He's never had the silver tongue that Kaeya has. It's why expressing himself had seemed so much easier a few moments ago, with raw physicality, instead of words. Now that he must try to speak to what is in his heart, what he wants, the tangled mess inside him seems...insurmountable. ]