#ragnvindrdawn

[lightoball]

@ragnvindrdawn!

even though he was used to this, it was always lonely. for whatever reason, the Stars like to take away his friends, like they were taunting him for ever getting close to humans. there was something comforting in the manor staying even though its owner was missing — it was a special home, not one that would still be here even if everyone left it. it was Diluc's home, so that meant he wasn't gone forever. Rain too. he always came back.

he had managed on his own. the bowl of candies left out for trick or treaters while he went out to take part was emptied out by the time he was home and he'd made sure not to make any messes. it was just... really quiet. and cold, in a way.

when the door opened up, his ears twitched. an eclipse had happened not long ago, but so had others and nothing changed. he was scared of getting excited, only to find out it was the same again. so it was curiosity that brought him to the staircase, looking down at who had walked in.

even though the door was open, the manor was warm again.

ϟ ...you're back. ϟ the corners of his eyes were so warm, they tickled from the damp, so a paw brushed against it, but right away afterwards, they hit the stairs like a rolling hill. ϟ Diluc! ϟ

[the-night-before-we-met]

psst!

what..

what if.. I wrote a Crepus little drabble?

should I post it?

[heavensvoid]

admittedly, this was going against her original plan and something that had become a spur of the moment decision. but, in the long run, she feels this is the better option. after all, she's always given her gifts in person. and besides-- Musashi hasn't seen Diluc since coming 'back' here.

finding him was the difficult part, but after a few dedicated hours, she spots a familiar red ponytail, the other seated on a park bench, the area rather empty for obvious reasons. so she draws closer, feet coming to a pause next to the bench. then, she leans to the side, lips pulled into a smile. "There you are. "

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[khaenriahn]

HOW LONG HAS HE THOUGHT THIS OVER? not too long, he would say to anyone asking him, yet the truth is embedded deep in his heart. time and again, it's relayed in his mind since a year ago, when his brother had reached into that inky ichor to pull him from the jaws of death. all around his birthday, no less. maybe it was just another essence of guilt meant to pile upon the pyre, awaiting the day diluc would set it aflame by his own hands, leaving kaeya to remain adrift in their ash. but that would be just another fanciful lie, wouldn't it? a thing to let him keep hiding, something to keep himself safe, than to start piecing back together all the broken shards they'd slowly been able to pick back up over time.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀a rift needing to heal, lest it become an irreparable maw.

only thoughts as those aren't meant for days like this, not when it should be about diluc's happiness, nothing more. so, the captain stands at the open door to his brother's home, gift in hand while facing the red-head. it's the least he could do — to try.

❝ Here. Take it. ❞ kaeya holds out the small package, wrapped elegantly with a flourish, in an array of colors to thoughtfully match its recipient. and were diluc to accept, he would find a beautiful set of clothes tailored to his tastes. a dark suit, garnished with a deep red silk vest and ashen gray patterns etched upon the coat in perfect precision, lined with dashes of dark crimson to accent it. there were also a set of gloves to pair alongside it, if he chose. ❝ Days like this are worth celebrating and today is certainly no exception. ❞

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[genesismaiden]

“You know, it looks like I have a habit of warming up to people with a tendency to blip in and out of this place. Really makes meeting up for lunch a challenge in and of itself. I’d joke that it’s some kind of personal vendetta against me, but it’s just how things work here, and why would the Stars pick some ordinary girl like me to begin with?”

She leaned forward, chin tucked itself into a palm raised from the elbow balancing against the table between them. “That said, it’s got to be more of a pain on your part. Settling in, then the next thing you know, it’s like everything’s changed and you’re living somewhere else. Could be worse though — the weather warming up suits you, doesn’t it? With that Pyro Vision of yours. Or maybe winter would be preferable for a walking campfire”.

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[caliburn]

“—Um, hello, sir. It seems that I just moved in a couple of doors down”.

Her arms tightened ever so, squeezing the packet within their encirclement — the logo of a local bakery marking the paper front. Now that she gave it a moment to truly examine the man who had answered her knocking, he looked like a nobleman. Was such a person really living in the same standards as it appeared to be for the regular folk? Oh— his eyes were on her expectantly. Maybe she was wasting his time and it was only a matter of taking a breath before he spoke as much.

Silver grasped the paper and thrust it forward in a frantic offering. “I haven’t had a chance to do much but look around, so I couldn’t make anything personally. There were civilians who said the muffins from this bakery were the best in the land, so maybe they’ll make up for coming emptyhanded in anything done personally”. her heart raced, flustered over the possibility that taking the long road to reach this point might have instilled a less than stellar first impression. “I— I hope we can get along as neighbours”. It was almost painful, the ascension of her pitch with panic closing in.

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[sendousha]

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“I do apologize for the trouble”.

He’d seen it coming: the weakness in his legs from embracing so fervently his power of flight across the previous days, so he’d believed it best to give them a workout on a night most befitting. Marching across the city trick-or-treating was a prime opportunity to get them working again. But unsurprisingly, they’d given out early on. Beneath the cloth of his new ghost costume, they’d vanished and he was there, on his knees when the man had come to his rescue. “You can leave me at the nearest bench while they get some feeling back in them. I couldn’t take up your entire evening. Tonight of all nights”.

[castilium]

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She knew well the vampiric costume that Roman was likely to have seized if it would be available among the stock. From a distance, with the added authenticity, the mop of red hair in the streets of fading sunlight. Eager to examine the doctor’s appearance, she departed from the dangling fabrics, passing through the doorway of the establishment with a hand raised to stand out from the crowd. “Doctor! Wait a moment”.

Catching up was much easier a task than one might have expected, when the scene be situated outside the Hallow’s Ascent, the hub of activity in entering the festivities’ unique nature. Ahead of him, she charged, in order to examine the man from in front, a smile upon her lips. But in recognizing the sharper expression than even she could envision upon his face, costumed or not, there was a realization that halted her intended praise. “You’re not the Doctor? And you wouldn’t happen to be Rama, is that correct?”