halos are fun but tbh realistically i think that saints would just have heads burning up with holy fire from the inside out. they'd be uncomfortable to look at, not only because they burn so bright and billow with smoke and flame, but because of the abjectly contradictory, miraculously terrible nature of it. headless but whole. dead yet alive.
cw: gn!reader, SFW, mention of reader being drunk but can be synonymous with being drunk of sleep deprivation since no explicit alcohol mention, pure love âĄ
chauffeur!yuuta who tries as much as possible to have a professional front: heâs all courteous etiquette and chivalrous assistance, as expected of a luxury service. but those sweet iridescent bambi eyes and his way of unreserved darling anxious altruism enchants you.
chauffeur!yuuta who wears the most adorable and eye ogling white uniform (resemblant more to a pilotâs attire than a chauffeur, but heâs the most beautiful thing nonetheless). after the first few weeks working for you, he asks whether he should ditch the little black chauffeur hat or not (he worries itâs a bit overkill but the choice is yours anyway <3).
chauffeur!yuuta who always steadies out the car to open the door for you, one hand holding the car handle and the other open palm extended towards your entrance, gesturing you inside. he never knows whether to stand tall and straight or slightly bent over to meet you at your height. he tries anyway, for you.
chauffeur!yuuta who walks you to your destination (whether that be your front entrance or any other place, especially at night) although heâs sort of really only supposed to open the door for you, help you out, and wave you off; but the loyal dog inside him just wonât let him.
chauffeur!yuuta who when stopped at a red light, looks at the car mirror, looks at you, with a delighted grin and affectionate eyes, whether youâre perched up with full posture and already looking at him, or lolled drowsily and sleeping.
chauffeur!yuuta who constantly checks up on you via the car mirror to confirm youâre happy and content. if not, he asks âcan I do something for you?â, making eye contact through the mirror with a sweet smile and docile eyes. if youâre thirsty, heâll get you your choice of drink from the beverage fridge hidden in the centre console. if youâre hungry, heâll ask you âwhat is it that I can you?â then make a stop at your place of choice. if youâre sad, heâll ask if youâd like him to park the car and yuuta will take you on a stroll with open ears and his undivided attention (in the early days during these walks, he would hold his little hat in front of him with both hands like a true gentleman).
chauffeur!yuuta who realises soon enough, sleeplessly staring at the ceiling from his bed after a day of no reservations to pick you up, that itâs not enough. that by not asserting himself beyond a chauffeur to you as a means to not offend you, his patron, he actually does an injustice to you: the most addictive angel he ever met. well, as if his sweet face and endearing jumpy fussiness about you could ever offend you.
chauffeur!yuuta who involuntary incites your rambles with his receptive eyes and open-book facial expressions. but youâre just the same, giving old yuuta the heart eyes and being on the edge of your seat when the man starts opening up. and soon enough, it seems that youâve both unraveled each other, become too fond of each other, exchanging soft giggles and the crinkles of eyes. when itâs you two, the ostentatiously costly and luxurious the little old car sure becomes chatty and filled with inoffensively banter, the dopey and syrupy chemistry leaving you both with misty eyes.
chauffeur!yuuta who remembers vividly the last time he picked you up from a night out. cue to drunk you from the backseat, saying youâll marry him! âwhen weâre married yuutaâŚâ and an entire rant, flirting with him, throughout the whole journey taking you home. he just stayed quiet with a blushed face and lips drawn in, eyes not meeting yours in the mirror (yet occasionally diverging that way). but heâll smile after a while and make that long sacred mirror eye-contact with you again; âwhen weâre married y/nâŚâ please donât distract the driver!!!
chauffeur!yuuta who absolutely refuses (in the most possible calm, cooed, gentle, quiet screaming âiâm sorry but you canât!â) to let you sit at the front with him. and quite rightfully so: youâre his patron! the cars ahead will distract you from a having a good lounge! please just luxuriate in your backseat ride! youâll just stare at him with heart eyes if you sit at the front⌠heâll be so flustered he might crash the whole damn car. heâll be fired and wonât be able to drive you anymore!!!
chauffeur!yuuta who involuntary makes you contemplate for 5 minutes straight before his arrival time (which is actually 10 minutes before the set arrival time since heâs always at least 5 minutes early) on whether youâll sit directly behind him or in the next seat over. the latter gives you a good view of his divinely entrancing side profile, yetâŚ
chauffeur!yuuta who obliges with a happy sigh as he slides his hand behind his seat as the driver for you to grasp to. now left to your own devices, youâre just counting his knuckles with the taps of your finger (as if you havenât counted them countless times already) whilst your other hand keeps hold. then you go in with your final blow: a firm but delicate hold with the tappy hand whilst you retire the other; a dazed smile and misty eye contact reciprocated in the mirror, as you give him occasional squeezes on the supple palm. thankfully, heâs cruising a straight unbusy road so your antics wonât require his brain to work double-time.
chauffeur-and-boyfriend!yuuta who kisses the sweet spot at the back of your fingers of your held out hand as helps he you out of car with his own. you and your loverâs hands continue intertwined as he walks you to your front door <333
Hear me out. Boothill is absolutely obsessed with physical touch and WILL always have an arm around your waist. He will shamelessly kiss you in front of others if anyone dares to flirt with you in his presence (he promised not to shoot anyone anymore). He WILL slap your ass if you walk past him and smirk with his arms crossed when you look back at him. Why? He knows you can't really slap his ass back (this one might hurt), but you're very welcome to try, he won't stop you. Will pull your chin up with his fingers and kiss you whenever he wants. Boothill will bite you on purpose with his sharp teeth to mark you, only to kiss the purple spots better, so you can melt under his touch. Boothill thinks the sidewalk rule is very important - that's why he pushes other people on the road, so you can have more space to walk, while holding your hand. He pulls you towards him so you hit his firm, metal chest with yours while he laughs, cupping your face roughly and gently kissing your cheek. He wants you to pull on his hair when you kiss, so you can get goosebumps when he groans into your mouth and feel his cold fingers caress your soft skin further down.
PSST! boothill relationship headcanons and more thirst here!
THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE TO THE BOOTHILL COMMUNITY I'm eating very well this week salute for your contribution đŤĄđŤĄđŤĄ I also like the idea of sappy boothill he's the type to say "my girlfriend hates me I hope I die" and the Jessica and Roger rabbit dynamic is so!!!
heâs your ride or die. itâs most definitely a case of somebody asking âwhat do you see in him?â to which you reply âhe makes me laugh.â
heâs so whipped to the point heâll be in a serious debacle with somebody, guns drawn, throwing threats, but as soon as he hears the custom ringtone heâs set up that indicates that itâs you calling, he holds up a finger to his opponent and answers the call.
example: âoh, keep talking.â his gun is aimed directly in the centre of his opponentâs forehead. âone more word and iâll blow a nice hole through yoââ
his pocket vibrates and chimes a ridiculous tune.
gun disappears back in its holster, the red targets in his irides fade and he turns his body away to answer the phone. âhey sweetie!â
his opponent is stunned. âwhââ
boothill holds up a finger. âof course i can buy dinner on the way home! what do you want to eat?â his opponent just barely hears a voice speaking on the other side of the phone. âmhm⌠i can get that⌠no problem⌠hey, youâre not working on friday, right? iâll take ya out for dinner. thereâs a nice little restaurant on the xianzhou luofu i think youâd like⌠sound good? iâll see you tonight⌠love ya lots.â
probably makes kissy noises before he hangs up.
âseriously? are youââ
whoops. trigger fingerâs a bit too itchy today.
adding onto what you said, heâs so sad when youâre upset with him. to me, he seems very disorganised and more of a risk taker. heâs got a body of steel; lots of risks wonât even leave a dent on him. heâs constantly running late to things, constantly leaving tasks unfinished to start something he finds more interesting. heâs in for the thrill of the ride.
one time, he forgot a date he himself had set up.
not only did he come home to find you clearly upset over it, but he was absolutely fuming at himself. apologised one million times to you, two million kisses, probably got on his knees, and he canât ever forgive himself.
even if youâve already forgiven him, youâre laughing and trying to get him to stand up because âyouâre a grown man acting like this.â he latches onto you like a koala bear.
itâs not even that deep either. itâs just a lunch. itâs not like it was a special occasion. speaking of which, heâd never forget a birthday, valentineâs day, whatever traditional holidays you celebrate. never ever.
heâs actually such a sappy gooey loser itâs so sweet. his favourite thing to do is bury his face in your neck or your chest or your lap. heâs all over you like sticky sweet honey, and you canât get rid of him that easily.
do u think boothill would be obsessed w readers waist . literally holding it pinching it using it to move them around etc he makes me a little crazy
yup.
always has an arm around your waist. and he always has to call you my man/my lady, otherwise itâs âhoneyâ and iâm not elaborating. he thinks heâs so smooth (dont tell him you can hear the fans whirring below his body). youâre, what, 2 years into this relationship and heâs still blushing at the ears and stuttering when you smile at him.
he can be smooth, sometimes. itâs all in the southern drawl, and also just him being quite touchy in general. has also like, 100% said, âwell, hello, nurseâ once or twice with a whistle when you walked in the room.
heâs not the biggest hand holderâhe doesnât like his hands at allâso heâd rather just squash you in tight next to him as much as he can.
heâs basically your guard dog. heâs always attached to you somehow, will bark and bite at anything that he doesnât like coming close to you, and he feels like the king of the world knowing that he, some stupid hunk of scrap metal and junk, bagged you. nobody knows how he did it. he doesnât even know. sometimes he thinks heâs dreaming.
heâs feel like an absolute gentleman as well, so thereâs that too. heâs going to tickle you at any given opportunity, as well as give you a little squeeze. heâs got that sort of cuteness aggression inside him i think. if your back is turned, heâll pinch your sides and nip at your neck like a puppy. heâs like that.
speaking of your back, somebodyâs gotta call the mechanic if youâre wearing a top with a low or exposed back, or if you just take the damn shirt off entirely. heâs like a victorian man seeing ankles for the first time if he sees even an inch of your spine. why are you seducing him like this. please stop staring at him with heart eyes when heâs stumbling over his words.
he canât join you on beach days unfortunatelyâsand and water not great for the robo-bodyâbut he will be reluctant to let you leave, considering youâve got basically nothing on and he wants you all to himself.
he also loves your legs. please swing them on his lap and use his as a foot stool. he wonât even complain. donât get him wrong, he loves you in formal wear; suit, dress, whatever you want, but by the gods when you wear shorts or a skirt his brain melts.
appreciates nice shoes as well. fancy formal wear sort of stuff. heâs a total sucker for it.
if you wear heels, he loves those too (makes you look taller so rawr) (he will do that cat purr rolling tongue noise i have no clue what itâs called) (also he knows any sort of fancy shoes hurt your feet so YAY he gets to carry you home!!!!!! he wins!!!!!!!!!) (heâll hold your shoes in one hand and carry you like youâre made of glass. doesnât matter if youâre embarrassed. to be fair, he thinks you deserve to be carried everywhere. youâre way too ethereal to be touching the floor in any sort of way).
i just like the idea that heâs the biggest most loserish simp in the world. loves his partner more than anything in the world. whipped to all hell. will put a bullet in his head if it would make you smile.
Kavehâs the type to look at you with so much love and adoration in his eyes. Your beauty has no equal. Itâs so individual and separate and embodies your soul so completely. He canât help but fall in love with you over again.
Kaveh is the type to wake up before you to capture sunlight kissing your body. He pays attention to all the details. That is even to the way the covers are draped over your body. He makes sure to engrave the sight before him into his memory.
Kaveh is the type to sit by your legs, wrap his arms around your waist and look up at you. Nothing but love in his gaze. He continues to say how much he loves you. He always manages to find another way to compliment you. Every other day is a chance to give the rightful praise to another part of you. Whether it be visible or invisible. Whether it be your personality, behavior, the way your eyes light up when you laugh, or how your voice picks up the pace when you are engrossed in something. He canât help but adore it all.
Kaveh is the type to try to engrave statues of you. From finest marbles. He wants the memory for you to last for centuries after, for all generations to see your beauty. But even his skilled hand can never capture the essence of your being.
You are his diety. His soulmate. He gave his heart and soul to you. Even if you break his trust. Even if you leave him. If you leave this universe. If you turn out to be just a fragment of his imagination. You will continue to exist in his heart.
cw: suggestive chatter, long as fuck because idk how to stop, lots of baby pet name, afab reader
arataki itto is a very loud lover. always telling you how much he loves you in rooms full of people, always kissing your cheeks, talks to strangers about you and his gang is so close with you. you could never be confused or in the dark with itto because his love for you literally shines out of him.
but before you were together, i fully believe it was one sided at first. he fell for you immediately and whenever he saw you running errands in inazuma he tried hard to get your attention. âhey!! hey!!â and heâd be trying to match your speed, âwhaddayah up to? i can help you out if you want, iâve got all these muscles just for you, sunshine. yâknow if you were my girl youâd never have to do anything yourself!â it would be mostly you laughing at his over confidence and falling for it time after time. also helped that heâs insanely attractive.
your favourite encounter with him was when the tenyrou commission was chasing after him and he saw you walking by so he stops mid chase to compliment you, âhey baby, you look beautiful today! that shade looks great with your complexion and wait⌠are those your new shoes you were talking about?â and when you ask why heâs so out of breath, his hands on his knees panting, he says âjust on a run, stayinâ healthy!â then when you see the soldiers coming up around the bend he shouts, âgotta go, pretty! catch you later !!!â
then when you get together you find heâs very heavy handed. always forgetting his strength when he hugs you, making you think youâre about to lose a lung because heâs squeezing so tightly and pressing kisses all over your face. also the type to fall off his chair or into you when he laughs.
always touching you, mostly an arm over the shoulder type of guy or hugging you to his chest, back hugs when youâre standing, always yanking you to him. sitting on his lap and playing with your hands.
happy imbalanced drunk. like when he laughs heâs all over you, sloppy kisses and slams his glass on the table after every comment. gets even more cocky and very inappropriate, âyou love me donât you baby?â and then he leans into you, thinking heâs whispering but now itâs just talking voice volume, âi love you too, especially when you forget my name and your eyes roll back all fuckinâ pretty-â and heâs about to sound like a smutty audiobook so you have to drag him out with his body weight completely on you.
besties with his gang. they all keep you safe and treat you how they treat each other. they already know that if something happens to you itto would have their head on a platter. if itto promises to pick you up but gets hold up somewhere he always has one of them meeting you to walk you home. (always apologises relentlessly whenever it happens lmao) âso so so sorry sunshine, please forgive me.â and heâs whining, pouting, looking like heâs about to start weeping. heâs just a big baby because you werenât mad in the first place.
gets jealous when you hang around with his gang for too long without him and he thinks heâs being sneaky and smart with it when heâs so very obvious. when youâre walking up to meet him he turns his head when you reach up to kiss him, âwhatâs wrong itto?â ânothinâ.â and itâs not even a second and heâs asking, âso what took you so long? what were you talking about with them?â and when you ask if heâs jealous with a smirk heâs like, âaha thatâs funny. thatâs funny. iâm not jealous, trust me. but seriously, you donât like them more than me, right?â
when heâs saving up to get you a pretty necklace or sword from the inazuma wagner (bro idk his name), you donât see him for a week because heâs doing random odd jobs to make money. heâs always got such pure intentions and itto is the definition of sweet. you see him fishing one time when youâre out. heâs fuming, eyebrows furrowed and heâs about to go in the ocean and grab a fish with his bare hands. you go up to him asking âitto baby? whatâs wrong? what are you doing?â and his anger dies down immediately and heâs switching to a pouty baby again, spilling his secret, âoh baby. my baby love, i was⌠iâm tryinâ to get you a gift -iâm not tellinâ you what yet, itâs a surprise!â but who knew fishinâ was so hard!â
type to haggle for better prices at shops. when youâre looking at a pretty dress at one of the shops heâs tryna get it for you, knowing he doesnât have enough mora on him. âlook at my girl. look how pretty she is. wouldnât she look good in that dress huh?â and heâs crossed arms, nudging the man running the stall. and itto looks intimidating so even if you werenât the prettiest ever, heâd still be agreeing with him. âhow about you let her try it on and we make a deal??â itto is shit at maths so none of his deals make sense and while youâre trying it on you hear him whining outside, âplease man, iâll do some advertisinâ for you, any random job i can do it!! iâm great at anythinâ , just look at me! just wanna make my girl happy!!â
for everyone it looks like youâre the smarter of the two but when youâre both left to your own devices youâre both as silly and dumb as each other. in a restaurant youâre the loud flirty couple and everyone can hear your conversation. itto trying to airplane feed you food and youâre slapping his hand away, âiâm not a baby itto, be cute with it!â âyeah you are, youâre my baby. say youâre my baby.â and youre looking at him with lidded eyes and so is he and you both just seem to be leaning in closer and closer, âiâm your baby, baby.â and ittoâs about to kiss you before he drops the spoon of soup all over your lap. heâs chuckling deep from his throat, âoh my archons, aha sorry, you know how i get when you look so pretty.â and heâs roughly patting your lap with napkins.
lots of elbowing him to tell him shut up when heâs not helping a situation. and always he pouts and shuts up. when heâs arguing with a shop owner or a random tenyrou solider, you always step inbetween them, patting ittoâs chest, a warning that you will handle it. always your job to talk to kujou sara and she likes you so she backs down a little. just a little.
would do everything to keep you safe. if heâs about to do something dangerous his first thought is to have you as far away as possible.
youâre low-key a seasoned liar with the commission. they find you often to ask where itto is and you lie out your ass. lots of who ? oh i know that guy !! dating ?? who said that ?? whole time heâs hiding under your bed coughing with his feet sticking out.
loves loves loves when you brush his hair or wash his hair and especially when you put it in a long braid for him. tell his gang you did it. if he sees anybody looking at him he always assumes theyâre looking at his hair and heâs âyeah sick, right? my girl did it for me this mornin, sheâs good at everythinâ she is. makes me look even better than usualâ.â
such a sweetie so so so kind always always listens to you and remembers minor details. if you donât see him for a few days heâs always bringing you back something. if itâs a shell that he finds beautiful, a shiny pearl he loops on a string as a necklace or a new recipe he promises he will make you.
lots of sitting on the beach in his arms while he talks about growing up as an oni. stories about meeting his friends, his granny and what he thought when he first saw you.
you both always get caught making out or inappropriately touching. you keep forgetting you shouldnât trust itto when heâs completely love drunk on you because he loses all concept of time and just starts begging for a kiss. âplease, sunshine, please.â a whiner, would literally get down on his knees for you whenever you deny him, âtrust me baby -wait no trust me- nobodyâs cominâ they said theyâd be back later.â whole time granny oni is a few minutes away and he promised the gang earlier to meet in five minutes.
his personal cheerleader. when heâs beetle fighting or card games or even just playing with the kids youâre always cheering him on and kissing his cheeks when he loses. says it lessens the pain when you do. âyouâll win next time baby, i promise!!â âyeah! iâll win for you, get you anythinâ you ask for if i do. anythinâ!â he never wins but itâs the thought that counts :)
sits on a rock and tickles you and kisses you when he asks you to his red eye and body makeup. youâre outside by the sea and you look so pretty and carefree. âmake it extra scary baby, yeah?? let everyone know the oni is cominâ!â
you tell him how this guy is pissing you off and his gang is now threatening him behind a building. itto becomes a completely different person than usual and you see his pupils buzzing with anger, his vision gleaming with threat on his chest. heâs even holding his claymore behind him like heâs ready to swing at any moment. âso what iâve heard little man is you⌠yeah you, how stupid is that⌠have been botherinâ my girlfriend and i donât like that. if i hear or see, anythinâ from you again iâll be back and it wonât be nice.â and he jumps at the guy just to see him flinch.
in conclusion arataki itto is the sweetest, poutiest, cutest, big oni boyfriend who would do anything for you and protect you with his life.
AU where Kaeya is a pirate and Aether is a merman whose been obsessed with the eye-patch wearer ever since he caught a glimpse of him in a harbor. He watches as the man talks and laugh with other people, secretly wishing he had legs so he could accompany the pirate on his journeys. Aether starts following the ship he saw Kaeya board, always peeking out of the water and staying just a little too close. Heâs almost been caught by the crew multiple times when they look over the water but he doesnât care, nor does he wonder why theyâre always looking over the shipâs railing. All he wants is to stay close to the man thatâs stolen his heart and ensure that heâs safe.
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Kaeya spotted the little merman right before he boarded his ship, the sun reflecting off the golden hair floating in the water. Amber eyes, which peered over the waterâs surface, completely bewitched the pirate, and he found himself always looking for the merman outside his window. He also told his men to alert him if they ever saw the boy in the water, wanting desperately to catch him so they could talk.
After returning from the âtreasure huntâ, Aether feel down for no apparent reason. Kaeya takes it upon himself to cheer him up
NOTE: Hello hello! I had this thought about Genshin Impact today in class and I just decided to make it todayâs fic lol. Iâm still new (but already addicted) to the game, so Iâll add more characters with a bit of time. Support and feedback are always appreciated. Un grande abbraccio a tutti! (A big hug to everyone!)  đđ¤â¤ď¸ (btw I think I need a Kaeya in my life)
DISCLAIMER: This is a tickle fic, if itâs not to your taste I donât suggest you read it
This ship is platonic
After returning from the âtreasure huntâ he was asked to complete by Kaeya, Aether didnât feel quite alright but couldnât figure out why at the same time.
Actually he could, but he didnât want to admit it. He was a little hurt when the knight insinuated that he wanted the sword for himself. He felt a bit judged, when in reality all he wanted to do was finish the job as fast as he could to return the object as soon as possible.
He didnât even care that the whole mission revolved around a nonexistent relic, he wasnât even mad at the blue-haired guy for that âtrickâ, but on the other hand he was a bit disappointed with what his friend thought of him.
He didnât really want to see anyone, so he climbed up the windmill and sat on the tiny balcony, reflecting on his mood in order to act properly about it.
Kaeya and Aether hide from enemies beneath an upturned boat. Even though Kaeya's frost powers keep them hidden, Aether will die unless he can share in the other man's heat.
G Rated, slightly Kaeya/Aether (rarepair ahoy)
Something I wrote a while back and never posted because it's a bit short - I went back and rewrote it to make it nice. I vaguely ship these two for a million little reasons, in very specific ways, that I will rant about if anyone even slightly asks.
For @chaos-company's Angstpril 2022 - 'Hide'
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Kaeya watched as Aetherâs lips turned blue. Their breath hung in the air - still, white clouds hanging between them as the air froze and the ice climbed like spiderwebs. The boyâs hands were shaking as they pressed against the ice, occasionally pawing up like a cat to avoid sticking to it and ripping his palms.
They were crouched beneath the shell of an overturned fishing boat. The heavy footsteps of Ruin Guards thundered past their little wooden hiding place, sometimes stepping so close that they almost crunched down on the hull, sometimes wandering a few feet away as they followed some unknown pathing code. But worse than that, worse than all of those quaking footsteps combined, was the silence of the Ruin Hunter. They knew it was out there, but it hung as an unknown above their heads - a Sword of Damocles aimed at the backs of their necks. Kaeya held his fingers to his lips as he watched Aetherâs expression curl in pain. Beneath them, through the grey haze of the ice, sank the open maw of the ocean.
He watched with growing concern as the flush that had originally bloomed as a reaction to the cold faded to grey. The boy swooned, so he flicked out a hand to catch his attention. The gesture was so quick that Aether took it as a scolding and snapped straight up again, but he could no longer maintain eye contact. He was blinking heavily and looking straight through him.
It would only take a little longer. Ruin Guards shut down after a period of inactivity. Then they could both run for the camp hidden within the maze of cliffs on the shore, and to the fire that would be burning there.
The air shook as Aether crumpled forwards. His bare elbow hit the ice and a hiss escaped him, his whole body cringing as it struggled to push itself back up. His flinching fingers and slipping knees showed how frozen his brain was - like an insect in the frost, he couldnât get his neurons to fire and was breaking down like a machine. Panic hit Kaeya in the chest. Theyâll hear you!
Aetherâs limbs were rigid and shaking when Kaeya snatched them by the wrists. He heaved the smaller body against his own and pulled his cape around them both. As the boy started to lose his faculties, his breathing began to come in with frantic, shuddering gasps. Kaeya clamped his hand over his mouth and watched his little nostrils twitch like a panicked rodent. Looking into his glassy eyes with a sharp warning in his own, he shook his head.
Kaeya didnât have much heat to share, but as it began to seep from his body to Aetherâs, he could feel his paralysed limbs start to soften. First his fingers, then his hands, then his arms, as the rewarmed blood flowed back down his veins. Kaeya didnât break eye-contact. It seemed to be the only way to keep Aether aware, as the frost nipped at his frontal lobe, that silence was necessary. They hung in silence, their breaths rising and falling in the same slow rhythm as he pulled him back from the edge of unconsciousness. The ice beneath them was starting to grow wet, but he didnât dare top it up.
Though the shivering never stopped, he finally felt Aether shift. His hand came up to Kaeyaâs and tried to pry it from his mouth. Kaeya frowned and shook his head, only pressing down tighter now that he was being fought. The tugging became more frantic. Aetherâs eyes came back to life and begged him silently. It made Kaeya relent, but his own eyes glinted like the steel blade of a sword in warning. He removed his hand. Do not make a sound.
He expected an initial gasp, but Aether did not try to reclaim any lost air. Instead, with fumbling gestures and clumsy fingers, he pulled off Kaeyaâs glove. Kaeya looked at him with concern, as he often did when an alien instinct of Aetherâs seemed to take over. The boy dropped it, then shoved Kaeyaâs warm palm against his neck. He curled around it, tucking against his front and burying himself in that nest of furs. The scant warmth of the cavalry captain's body kept him stable, a degree above hypothermic, but still he shook so ferociously that Kaeya was worried they'd start vibrating across the ice.
They stayed silent, a wolf curled around the pleading heart of a deer, until finally they heard the thump-thump of Ruin Guards hitting the sand.
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