Immediate relaxation washed over Dáinsleif in tidal waves at the press of his newfound love against him which garners the heave of a content sigh and the fluttering of albescent lashes to a close while his hands work to towel dry the other’s hair. Little wonder that Kaeya would need to busy himself with other sources —perhaps outside of the realm of actions he is permitted as the Knights of Favonius’ cavalry captain— to entertain himself with, irregardless of whether it is for Mondstadt’s benefit, his own satisfaction to fill his days with something to keep his spirits alight or both. For a brief moment, the Twilight Sword wonders what was better: to have a structured life with clear objectives and personal goals to fulfil bound to end or an eternal life that harbors none of those notions such as his own.
All train of thoughts comes to a halt in time to open his eyes and lock icy sapphires with loving, mismatched eyes boring into his own. This is the smile that he has come to adore so. Bereft of any concealed motives which he has a difficult time to elucidate, devoid of any concerns in the world— until a wink followed and that sufficed to send Dáinsleif a warning that something was coming despite the comfort that comes with his gentle touch. ❝…❞ Truth be told, there should not be anything strange about such a simple question, perhaps a request even. Alas, Dáinsleif knows better and he is unsure whether to take the query at face value or if he is erring in believing that there is more to it. What would be beyond to it, one would ask? Well, sleeping with someone whom he shares affectionate ties could acquire a new meaning. ❝I do.❞ Plain and simple, without a care in the world if it holds an ulterior meaning. Dáinsleif drops the towel to his lap to replace it with slender, long fingers running through steel blue tresses as a means to detangle with utmost gentleness any possible knots on his hair. ❝Nonetheless, I thought you would appreciate it more if I gave you personal space to yourself today. My return to Mondstadt was not notified as per usual, after all.❞
ha, so straightforward. frostwind tended to like that in people, even if at times dainslief could come off as callous or obtuse, sometimes kaeya found it charming. though it seemed that in this happenstance he’d caught kaeya’s double entendre. where he’d thought that such a reaction might be frustrating, amusing, kaeya found himself flushing involuntarily, momentary widen of his eyes the only give away. it hadn’t even been the scandalous nature of the inquiry, nor the idea that the prince’s desires had been reciprocated, but the possibility that dainsleif had caught onto kaeya’s tease, possibly even replied with one of his own ( although it had been difficult to tell, stoic face as unreadable as it was handsome. ) ah, the idea of dainsleif being able to tease and flirt in turn was an attractive one, the answer setting off a flurry of butterflies in kaeya’s stomach, but the uncertainty of it all also made kaeya hesitate. it wasn’t a bad hesitation however, if the growing, genuine smile upon his face was anything to go by. too many opportunities, and all of them promising.
“ but i spend so much time apart from you — ” he twists then, uncaring for the possible knots to face dainsleif, leaning forward to cradle his jawline, placing a gentle kiss at the corner of his lips as a thank you for the pampering. “ take your time if you other matters to attend to, but know you’re always enthusiastically welcomed to stay here, with me. ”