As his fiancée lists more and more items, Diluc begins to fear for the future of his poor estate. While the furnishings aren’t really colorless, he hasn’t exactly changed any of the decorations either since the house changed hands from his father to him. That means every hue is still to the late Ragnvindr’s preferences- dark and rich and tasteful. Diluc honestly can’t see how pink curtains will go with everything else.
But, well, he’s already asking for so much from her. He supposes he can deal with a little pink.
That’s why when Pauline grabs his hand, he follows after her obligingly (if a little awkwardly.) She seems like she needs the support anyways, she isn’t walking very steadily in those heels… Is it her first time? He wonders, just as she suddenly draws very close to tuck something behind his ear. With a startled blink, he reaches up to touch the thin stem resting in his hair, connected to soft petals.
“…Thank you?” The words come out helplessly bewildered by how many liberties are being taken right now. He may not know much about courtship, but he’s fairly certain he would have heard about something like this. That suspicion is only further cemented by the smiles and laughter accompanying the show. Feeling somewhat like he’s being made a fool of, Diluc pinches the bridge of his nose and inhales deeply before letting out a long sigh.
“Right,” he says in his very best Master Ragnvindr voice. “Let me show you inside. We’ve prepared a meal for your visit, so I hope the food is to your liking. This way please.” He turns on his heel and starts leading the way back to the manor, only to catch sight of Kaeya leaning out of an upper floor window, snooping as always. There’s an amused smile on his face that only widens after his eye flicks upward briefly, reminding Diluc of his impromptu ornament.
Embarrassed and annoyed, he reaches up to take the pink flower out of his hair. Something stops him from just tossing it out carelessly to the side though. Perhaps it’s because it’s the first gift, small as it is, that he’s received from the woman he’s supposed to be sharing the rest of his life with that makes it worth a little more consideration than any other randomly picked wildflower. After a moment’s hesitation, he carefully tucks it into the breast pocket of his coat.
Polly dangled rather helplessly in her father’s grip, though she did make some kind of effort to make it seem as graceful as possible. After all, she was a Lady, and a Lady was always poised... is what her mama said. Though she would have to admit it was a bit awkward, she didn’t find it embarrassing. “Your voice is very lovely.” She comments after he speaks; she lightly kicks her feet and frees herself so she was once again allowed back on the ground.
The family follows politely, though the bickering between her sister and mother seems to have started up again.
Polly stares at Diluc, following his gaze up toward the window to see a familiar face. The boy smiles and waves with his fingers, and she giggles and waves back. She gets closer to her fiancé, walking with him. “Oh, you know, that boy up there, he’s the one that brought me here. He told me a whole lot of things about you.” She nods sagely, though her wisdom would turn out to be quite limited in this matter. It would seem she hasn’t noticed the flower was relocated just yet.
Once she was inside, she stops walking, eyes flittering from one area to another, to an oddly out of place vase, and -- oop. Her sister bumps her, urging her to continue moving forward in a less than polite way. She would have her revenge, surely but not at the moment, no. This was Diluc’s special day and she didn’t want anything to ruin it, after all they were getting along so well!!
Or, well at least she thought so.
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