@glorybranch wanted a starter
AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN, do they dance in this graceful little waltz of destruction – unique to them as they are acquainted with ruin and the power behind a well placed social strike ( he feels lonely, still, staring at him like this as there is the want, vicious and undying, as was the guilt, as was the passion, as was everything that could not be had / he is used to it ( oh but it still aches ) ).
I want to touch you, he thinks, rather simply, rather fond, rather desperate, rather unloved ( but it is selfish to ask of you to love something so broken when you have yet to pick up your own shards – you look handsome, nonetheless, despite the jagged edges on your invisible shape / do you think the same of me ? ). I want to touch you, yet I cannot – and that is fine, as long as you are still here.
He smiles, then, chuckles at a jest, feels his chest grow warm at the mirth shared ( and in longing, in disdain over his own cowardice at his inability to express himself like he wishes he could without putting everything in jeopardy ). A man of revenge, equaled in drive, and he yearns for this friend that he wishes to keep. His hand twitches on the desk, breath softens. ❝ Last I heard of them, they were by Dragonspine – I am unsure if you are acquainted with the caves near the center area ? I would not mind showing you – or, of course, explaining if it is more convenient. ❞ His own fingers entwine with one another on the table, head tilting as maroons remain fixated on those azure blues.
𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 : 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 describing the kamisato clan head . even now , while discussion about destruction came flowing as easily as making small talk , there were letters & parchment laid out before him . but now —— in this moment ? his focus is drawn to the man whose words waltzed in perfect synchronization with his own ; how easily lord kamisato / ayato rolls off his tongue , & he unlocks the cage to a heart torn by misfortune & yearning for something he could not have . ( perhaps those are his thoughts going haywire : weaving a poisonous lie . you cannot have someone like this , the whispers taunt him . the mask you are wearing is the one you wear for everyone else . & when you inevitably return to inazuma . . . are you allowed to break someone’s heart with the amount of distance put between continents ? no , you cause too much of that already . )
oh , but he is here is he not ? at the dawn winery , no less , & long legs cross over the other at the knee as he voices a jest that made his friend chuckle . ( . . . he wants to see him smile / chuckle more often , only for his own eyes to see . ) “ no , i am not . “ his head shakes as he rests his cheek on a gloved hand . “ though . . . i am not opposed to an explanation and tour . i’ve memorized almost all the striking locales back on inazuma , and i long for an adventure in foreign lands . “
ayato was , above all , curious to see diluc in combat .