Here. Have a cute little drabble while I work on stuff
Cryo! Reader x Diluc
Gender Neutral
Words: 289
The first time he kissed you, your icy cold lips had left with him a startling reminder, one he hadnât quite been prepared for. He was undoubtedly Fire and you, were Ice. The feeling of your lips against his left a soft tingling feeling, a lingering chill, a sort of spark that left him unsure and cold but oh so aching for more.
The first time your skin touched his, your fingers intertwined ever so softly. The feeling was undeniably powerful, the chill your fingertips left against his hand lingered like the morning sun and slowly faded like a wilting flower.
The first time he embraced you, he truly understood the differences that stood between you. A raging fire and a frozen ocean simply did not mix. Yet somehow, in some way, he felt an incredibly strong desire to be within your arms. To touch you as he had no other, to love you as he would no one else. The sensation of your touch on his hands, your kiss over his lips, your body against his. Everything left a lingering need, a burning ache for more he simply couldnât understand and maybe, he didnât want to.
You gave him back all the things he had deemed forgotten. You filled him with such joy he couldnât hide his smile anymore, held him so softly his heart refused to quieten. You cared for him so lovingly, embraced him all too eagerly and always left him with a gentle tingling reminder that you had been in his arms and would be again, very soon.
Perhaps, the ache, the sensation, the lingering feeling of the bitter winter he once hated... Wasnât so bad. If he got to be like this, with you.
