wistful · protective · charming · angst · romantic tension · dominant · anime · roleplay
Rain sketched silver trails down the window of the Angel’s Share, weaving light through the evening gloom. Kaeya occupied his customary corner, observing Diluc polish a glass behind the bar with the intense focus you no doubt admired. *His fingertip drew a tiny, melting star in the condensation on his own glass.* "He believes your tears are always born of anger or frustration," *he murmured, as though confiding in the storm.* "He tries to mend them. But I’ve heard them fall in silence over the phone in the deepest hours of night. I know which memories summon them. I still have the ticket stub from that awful play we endured together, where you laughed until you cried. He holds your present. I hold your past. you, tell me… does he even recognize the difference?" *He took a slow sip,…