āHaha, I didnāt think weād meet again so soon, Red! Is this luck?ā Those dead blues curve up in amused crescents, staring into Dilucās. Who wouldāve known that what he thought was a simple Fatui lackey all those years turned out to become the eleventh harbinger himself?
Celestia sure knew how to play with him in the worst way possible.
And what was a chance meeting between two strangers if they were to never meet again?
That was what Diluc thought as he carefully cleaned the glass in his hands, only to nearly drop it at the sight of orange, grays, and reds at the corner of his eye.
āHaha, I didnāt think weād meet again so soon, Red! Is this luck?ā Those dead blues curve up in amused crescents, staring into Dilucās. Who wouldāve known that what he thought was a simple Fatui lackey all those years turned out to become the eleventh harbinger himself?
Celestia sure knew how to play with him in the worst way possible.
āI request that you step out of my establishment this instant,ā he snaps, suddenly feeling irritated by how carefree the other seemed to be despite waltzing into his territory. It was a shame that he couldnāt bring his claymore to scare him off lest he damage his most expensive liquor behind him.
And to his further irritation, the harbinger had the gall to laugh, and somehow, he found itā¦ pleasant? Barbatos forbid, he even dares to say that the short laugh he heard sounds like music to his ears.
Dilucās eye twitches at the thought, and he thinks that he must be going insane.
ā... ā¦ ā¦ ā¦! ā¦ ā¦? ā¦ ā¦ ā¦ ā¦ā
The Fatui harbingerās mouth opens and closes as he continues talking, but Diluc decides to ignore it in favor of sizing him up. The man has certainly grown in the time that they werenāt able to see each other, and he could see the well-trained muscles hiding behind that awful coat. Tartagliaās face also seemed to mature compared to before, looking much more slim with a slightly crooked nose from a healed broken nose.
His wandering eyes focus on the freckles he spotted on Tartagliaās cheeks absentmindedly, his hand traitorously itching to take a pen just to connect the dots.
Damn Fatui and their unfairly attractive ginger diplomat.
ā...mrade? ā¦Master Ragnvindr, are you even listening?ā Chapped lips slanted lopsidedly in a roguish smirk, and Diluc knew he stared for too long. Damn it.
š„š»AvieLuc Fanchildren, 2/8! (Mama Aveline belongs to daylight.drops/IG!) I call them Ragnkinders - as a portmanteau of 'Ragnvindr' and 'kinder', meaning kid/child in German!
Virid Ragnvindr: The eldest of eight, he takes over the Dawn Winery after his father steps down. Possessing no Vision, Virid lives a simple life, brewing wine and harvesting grapes. He's an avid farmer who enjoys his peace and quiet. As the eldest Ragnkinder, he often wonders if he's truly living up to the Ragnvindr surname - especially when his father is one of Mondstadt's mightest modern heroes.
Aleris Ragnvindr: The middle child and Director of Inter-Military Affairs within the Knights of Favonius. Known as the "Black Phoenix Knight" among the new generation of the Ordo Favonius, Aleris has proved his worth time and time again with his quick thinking, gentle tongue, and debonair attitude.
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