AXOL !!!!!!!!! how are you doing friend?? seeing out on the dash or even in my notifs makes me so happy n excited, i hope you're well ^^ iuhhh i hope u forgive me im not the best at answering asks ^^;;;; BUT I LOVE HEARING FROM YOU so i might as well send you one instead !!! lots of love <3<3<3
MY DEAR NAENAE ILYYYYY HOW ARE YOU TWIN 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖
I'm doing well, thankfully. Just a bit busy nowadays bc I'm helping my mom take care of our sick cats 😭
I'M SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY (╯︵╰,) BUT THANK YOU FOR CHECKING IN THO I APPRECIATE IT SO SO MUCH ︵︵(´ ͡༎ຶ ͜ʖ ͡༎ຶ `)︵︵
Seeing you around my dash brightens my day as well. Hope you're always healthy and thriving (*˙︶˙*)
Zandik didn't spare you a single glance as he sat hunched, poring over countless documents that gave you a headache even thinking about.
Hours had gone by like this since he'd told you to wait just five more minutes for him to finish up. You pulled your blanket tighter around your body, tiredness making the cold air even more prominent than usual.
The candle on his desk had burned out a while ago, not that he seemed to have noticed.
Your eyes fluttered shut, not wanting to admit defeat and trudge to bed without him, but also unable to focus on the book in your lap. The couch was soft and the pillows inviting. Just resting your eyes for a few minutes wouldn't hurt.
As your consciousness slipped into a light slumber, you faintly registered a satisfied sigh from across the room.
"Finally. You were saying?"
You grumbled about his tardiness under your breath. Zandik simply chuckled. Warm and unguarded.
"Something about loving me perhaps?" He pushed back his chair, at least you assumed so from the sound of wood scraping against the floor.
Cold knuckles brushed along your cheek.
"Did no such thing..."
He smelled like sandalwood and cinnamon and you greedily buried your face into the crook of his neck when he hoisted you into his arms.
"My precious darling, can't even stay awake while I finish work?"
You sank your teeth into his skin, nearly making him trip over himself.
"It's been hours you moron..."
"Oh," Zandik breathed out a sigh, his hold tightening as he crossed the threshold to your bedroom. A gentle kiss was placed atop your head. "I'll make it up to you tomorrow. Rest now."
SYNOPSIS: in which, varka drunkenly reveals the secret ingredient in getting you to forgive him.
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𖥔 WARNINGS: mentions of alcohol, wine, and drinking, cameo for diluc, and kaeya, varka is highkey drunk and incredibly embarrassing, established relationships, not fully proofread; expect mistakes!
♪ FINAL NOTES .ᐟ i genuinely didn't expect to like writing him this much. SOMEONE RELEASE ME
varka is not above knowing he's done something wrong. arguably, during arguments with the love of his life (re: you), it's always him that notices that he's crossed a line or has done something that will upset you—if not at that moment, then later when it culminates like a sleeping volcano.
it's something you're eternally grateful for. it's not every day a man has enough braincells loitering in his head to actually realize his or your mistakes without undermining the feelings of both parties. on the other hand, you are deeply, unfathomably embarrassed in varka's way of apologizing.
"please my love, i'm really, really sorry," he says with tears threatening to spill from the edges of his eyes, voice slurring, shoulders hiccupping, and cheeks flushed from the alcohol. you push away varka's face before he can nuzzle at your stomach with a chagrined huff. "you're ignoring meee. m'really sorry, 'kay? i promise i didn't mean for it to happen! i swear, love, please believe meeee."
you've made a fatal mistake of getting mad at him before getting home. because for all of varka's bulging muscles and intimidating frame, he knows how to beg. and he begs, quite loudly, for that matter.
you throw a pleading glance at diluc from the counter as varka's fellow knights huddle and holler for you to forgive their grandmaster. when the redhead turns his back on you, you throw a spoon in his direction and watch in satisfaction when it hits him square in the nape.
'this is your fault.' you mouth to him, still trying to prevent varka from swallowing you in a hug that'll suffocate you.
'i plead innocent.' diluc mouths back and returns to wiping down his already shining wine glass.
your brows twitch in annoyance at the lack of assistance, your patience growing thin when kaeya has the nerve to egg on varka's begging by saying he's not saying sorry enough. you kick his leg from under the table as a warning, while varka, ever the idiot that he is when he has too much alcohol running in his system, begins barking out even more apologies that threaten to turn you deaf by the morning.
"yeah, you're right kaeya!" varka slurs, dropping his head on your shoulders and wrapping both arms around your waist in a tight hug. "maybe i should get on my knees. that usually works when you're mad at me."
kaeya nearly spits out his drink at varka's words.
"varka, enough!" you chide, pushing his face away from your ear and watching the way his lips jut out into a pathetic pout, tears collecting at the corner of his eyes once more. your resolve crumbles a little at his expression—if you squint hard enough or maybe down a few more cups of beer, you'd see a pair of flattened ears atop his head and a tail thumping dejectedly between his legs.
you take a deep breath, rising from your seat, and throw a tight smile at kaeya's direction. "we'll be retiring for the night. thank you for the lovely company, kaeya."
"of course. anytime for my favorite couple!"
you want to gauge out kaeya's other eye when he winks at you. you don't, obviously. you'd rather not cause an even bigger scene than your lover, who has now resorted to using you as his walking stick when he stumbles over his own feet or trips over thin air. another facetious sigh escapes you when you sling one of varka's arms over your shoulders and he doesn't miss the opportunity to plant a chaste kiss on your cheek.
"what am i gonna do with you, varka…" you ask absentmindedly. taking measured steps as varka wordlessly allows you to lug him across the dimly lit streets of mondstatd.
"'m really sorry, [name]. please don't go find another man to marry," he begs, voice cracking by the end of his sentence.
"you're such an idiot," you snicker. "but you're my idiot. i'm not gonna go finding a new lover over something so silly, varka."
"but you're mad at me!"
"i'm worried. there's a difference."
"is it because i didn't go home when i told you i'd come back after work?" he asks in earnest.
you nod. "yes, i thought something bad had happened to you. i'd appreciate it if you tell me if you're going out drinking until dawn instead of pacing around the house for hours."
varka leans a little more of his weight on you when you reach your front porch. his nose nuzzles the side of your cheek, his growing stubble poking at your skin as you card your fingers into his already tousled hair.
"'m sorry, my love. i promise to do better next time. i swear it on my honor."
you let out an amused chuckle, shaking your head in disbelief as he swoops in to capture your lips into a kiss. when you part, he chases after you like a parched man in the desert. you boop his nose with a smile and usher him inside. "i know, big guy. i forgive you."
