𝐈𝐅 𝐈𝐍 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄, diluc was confident that he could trust kaeya in casual delinquency. an unfair sentiment, perhaps, considering kaeya was captain of a nonexistent calvary ––– but diluc still held strongly to a sense of bitterness that might not ever fall from his tongue. it, at the very least, no longer sat at the back of his throat and threatened to choke him. at least most of the time.
the man's dead weight was a heavy burden, to say the least, and diluc can feel a small trickle of sweat slip at his temple. waiting was a heavier burden still in light of this. the moments ticked on at the rate of a snail's sluggish crawl; dragging on as the stars above on a clear night seemed to twinkle in their distant laughter at his misfortune. shifting the man's weight on his shoulder, he gives thought to the prospect that thinking he is the unfortunate one on this night is actually quite selfish. but all's well that is deserved, and diluc has never had any qualms with doling out appropriate punishment.
a memory flashes across his mind with the sharp shock of lightning and the intensity of rolling thunder, and his grip on the body in his arms tightens considerably. perhaps not all punishments had been seen through ––– whether due to untamed, untested youth or due to the unfettered ache of a heart already shattered under the perpetual fall of rain. but it had taken him little time to harden into his present jaded facade, that much was certain. that night had been the first of many that came after, chipping away at him with a steadfastness he had welcomed.
a melodious hum that carries on the wind like a joyful butterfly cuts through his thoughts like the slice of a sharpened blade. ah. kaeya.
his heels kick into motion ––– if they did not move quickly, they were doomed from the start ––– and he adjusts the mask that sits on his nose in preparation, tucking hair behind his ear as an additional precaution. it wasn't exactly a common color in this region of teyvat, of that much he was certain. it doesn't take long for the sound of a thudding tumble to reach his ears as he approached, sticking to shadows, and the cry of a merchant lamenting his produce. the guards' footfalls roll like the memory of thunder not long passed.
❛ this rope was cut clean through, ❜ one says.
it was their chance to slip by the gate, then. he does so with his body pressed as low as he can manage under the man's unconscious weight, sticking close to the city's wall. a shock of blue hair isn't difficult to spot amidst the greenery, and diluc slips passed him; whistling for his attention like a fluttering bird call to garner his acquiescence so that he might follow.
the baritone of a guard's attention is caught by the sound, diluc's own caught by the guard's head snapping in the corner of his eye, in his direction. shit. so much for easy, he thinks with a huff of breath pushing past his lips. he presses to the stone wall not far from kaeya, desperately hoping the height of the bushes might be enough cover. grimacing, he notes that dawn itself is fast approaching ––– the light slowly creeping over the horizon.
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