" The night when the Cavalry Captain bid farewell to his brother, the Lone Sojourner, who shall finally rest from the burdens thrust upon him by fate. "
I immediately sat and binge-wrote this tune, which I have since polished up a bit and posted! I hope you enjoy. (any and all feedback is appreciated, as usual)
It was a rainy night when his brother found him, and Diluc's strength had been almost completely spent. He was sitting upright, leaning against a tree looking out onto Dawn Winery, unable to move. Kaeya knelt in front of him. The gashes and blood he saw elicited a pound in his chest. They both knew this was it. Kaeya embraced his brother, hesitating at first as if he was made of thin glass, about to break. To Kaeya's surprise, he felt a hand on his shoulder. Then there was a voice. Thanking him for the childhood they had, and for never abandoning him even after all these years. Kaeya forcefully chuckled, fighting back a sob. "Heh, you didn't think I'd just let you go without reminding you of that time you broke dad's vase?" Diluc let out a strained laugh. "Or how about that time when we were playing pirates and you spilled juice all over dad's correspondence with the Grand Master?". Diluc closed his eyes, still smiling. A sharp exhale replaced his previous chuckle. "Or that time when you-". Silence. "Diluc?" No response. "Hey- hey, Diluc!" No response. "Captain-". Kaeya broke down and kept calling for his brother, but to no avail. Upon seeing the state of him, Varka stepped in and tried to separate the two. Right now, there were other issues to deal with. Other battles to fight. Loss is the prerequisite to grief, and grief takes time, he knew this, but in situations such as this one, it will have to wait. The Grand Master urged his subordinates to keep moving, and the Cavalry Captain stood up. As the battalion followed their commander, Kaeya lingered behind ever so slightly, reluctant to leave his brother. Even though the Grand Master was right, the grief did not wait. It lingered.