[ ...quiet? well, he'll find out because uh, it's a pretty specific request.
It takes him about fifteen minutes before he'll show up at Diluc's place. If the guy requested quiet then that means the inside probably is and he can likely hear the door opening, so he won't call Diluc's name out when he enters, which being quiet - as opposed to his typical chatty self, is difficult. Instead he'll peek around to find him. ]
[The blinds are closed and Venti would be able to see a head of bright hair at one end of the couch, and bare feet propped up on the other end. Admittedly he hadn't thought the bard would actually be able to be quiet, so when the door opens he winces slightly in reflex.
[ He likes it himself. But - he doesn't think he's ever seen Diluc drink, and certainly never like this. He rests his hand against Diluc's forehead, and gently brushes back a few strands of hair. ]
It looks like the rice wine won. I'm going to get a cool cloth.
[He lets out a sharp snort of laughter and then another hiss of air, closing his eyes for a moment. Only a moment though because the world tilts unpleasantly at and shift in anything he's doing with himself.
Rice wine won... yes. He supposes it did.
But Venti is being helpful so he waves a hand at him.]
Good. Because I'm not moving unless the building is on fire.
[ He shifts, going to go to get a cloth and covers it in cold water. He carefully wrings it out so it's only damp - using a bit of magic to help speed that process. He doesn't want to get Diluc sopping wet, but remains cool. He returns after a few fairly short moments and then settles it on Diluc's forehead without much of a word. ]
Luckily if a fire starts, I can help. You may not have to move still.
[ Despite his passive, almost lazy nature, Venti has been diligent in studying magic. ]
[In the case of a fire... he could probably drive himself to get up and move. To be fair, he could probably push through what he's dealing with right now if he had such an inclination.
But he's allowing himself this time to feel sorry for himself. A luxury he doesn't normally indulge in.]
Thank you. [He murmurs then, lifting a hand to carefully adjust the cloth for a moment. It's nice.] We all have our off days. I suppose this is just one of mine.
[ He's soft and delicate in his actions, moving his hand over Diluc's forehead, over the cloth to brush through the bangs and any stray, nearby hairs. He's never seen Diluc have an off day (and though he is certain that he has had them), it's still something that will likely be locked in his memory for awhile. ]
We do, everyone does. Some more than others.
[ He's had a lot. ]
But, I'll stay here as long as you'll have my company. Leave if you ask. That's how it works here.
[ He'd like to stay. He has enough experience with hangovers and drowning in your own upset that he's seeing a little bit of himself in Diluc like this. Sometimes it's easy for him to forget that Diluc is still a pretty young man because he seemed so much...older. Grown up. Mature. He carried burdens and kept carrying them, and maybe he needed to let loose sometimes.
He supposes it was his turn to be the person who watched after the other. ]
[He has the occasional off day as much as anyone does, though he rarely makes them known at all. Diluc prefers to foster the illusion of being unshakeable, of being almost inhuman in his dedication and drive, of being entirely untouchable... but he's still just a young man.
And right now, he's tentatively opening himself up to a few people that he believes care enough to not use it against him. He still isn't sure about the wisdom of it.]
No, this is fine. [He says, shifting a little on the couch - just enough to make a Venti-sized space.] You can come up here.
[ Lucky for them, Venti is pretty small. And, as it were, he's a fairly cuddly individual. So, he'll take the spot that's offered to him without second guessing it and cuddle right on up to Diluc. He leans into the other's space and gets comfortable there. Diluc officially has a cuddler on his hands. He lets his hand settle on Diluc as he leans into him a little. ]
Hmph. I could. But I have no intention of it at the moment.
[It's... just a little awkward, given what he still has very clear memories of doing with the archon, but he keeps that very firmly to one side as he curls his arm around Venti's slight frame and lets him cuddle in.]
I'm sorry for being so harsh with you. I know you meant well.
[ The soft laugh Venti lets out is almost...bashful. ]
Listen, it's okay. You don't even need to apologize for that. You're never too old to learn from your mistakes.
[ Truth be told, he was more concerned about upsetting a friend than the fact that Diluc was harsh with him. And he had be more hurt by the idea of it than anything else. He wanted the other to understand that he was someone there to help and should have been prepared to back down as soon as the other rejected it. ]
But if you're worried you upset me - I'm okay. You'll have to really go for the throat if you want to!
[ A chuckle, because - well. ]
But I already trust that you won't. I did talk to Kaeya a little bit after I talked to you.
[Venti may regret giving him permission to 'go for the throat', as Diluc knows very well what he's capable of when severely pressed. Though from the bard's overall demeanour he thinks that it's not going to come to that.
But then--
He opens his eyes and looks down at the top of Venti's head, his eyebrows twitching in a faint frown.]
Did you, now. [Diluc mutters.] And what did Kaeya have to say for himself?
He told me about the circumstances of him telling you that he was from Khhaenri'ah. The bad timing of it all.
[ He doesn't specify that it was Crepus' death, because he doesn't need to. Diluc knows those details. And there's no reason to start going on about the man's father's death. He seems to have comfortably settled in against the other. ]
I'm sure he appreciates you holding onto it. You're a good person, Diluc.
[ He means it. ]
And I'd never, never intentionally hurt either of you.
It's the second time that place has come up in conversation after years of never hearing anyone speak of it, but Diluc has never known Kaeya to speak of his unique circumstances to anyone else.
He isn't sure how he feels about it.
For a few seconds he says nothing, keeping a thoughtful silence, then he exhales softly through his nose.]
He told me it was after -- your father died. But your story isn't his to share, so he didn't share everything.
[ His eyes close, and he sighs a bit. That's essentially what he had said, after all. And Venti is fine, and he's not asking. He'll accept whatever is offered. He understands the need for secrets and appreciates the desire to keep them.
He thinks, or got the impression, Kaeya knows that this situation is delicate. ]
[He rubs his thumb against the back of Venti's shoulder.]
It was part of it.
[A big part of it, but he might have taken his father's death more easily without everything that had surrounded it. There are a couple of false starts - soft inhales that sound too loud in the silence - before he speaks again.]
After he died I went to the Knights of Favonius, and the inspector at the time, Eroch, he told me... I needed to cover up what really happened. To just make it seem an unfortunate accident. All to protect their precious reputation. [He doesn't sound angry when he says it. More that he's numb to it now.]
So I resigned. I was so angry already, when Kaeya came to see me. [He sighs.] I tried to kill him. I don't think I wanted to. I just didn't care if I did.
[ He's comfortable here against Diluc. Settled in, relaxed, and listening. Sharing and talking and -- he's glad. He's glad there's a few things out in the open now. He's glad to know he's trusted. He's glad to hear Diluc share this. ]
Oh.
[ It's kind of an awestruck response. He...believes it, though. He doesn't always want to, but he does because he knows things aren't always so nice, and clean, and easy like he thinks they are. ]
I'm sorry because that happened. Because that's terrible. I know it's not on me, necessarily, but... that doesn't make it less...
[ For lack of a better word. ]
Terrible. But, thanks for telling me. What you've said is safe with me.
[For all the bard's many failings he knows that he can be trusted. He moves his hand off Venti's shoulder to touch the back of his head and then gently stroke over his hair.]
I left Mondstadt for years after that. When I came back I could barely even look him in the eye.
[He turned so cold towards his brother, and to everyone else. All he could see around him was frivolity and the pathetic attempts of the Knights to enforce their relevance in a world moving far too fast for them.]
But I didn't hate him. It's... funny that he thought I did. I could have ruined him if I wanted to.
Could have, yeah. But you didn't. I think -- you made a good choice.
[ He's biased, though. He cares about Diluc, he cares about Kaeya. He wants both of them to do and be well. He wants them to both be happy and feel cared for. He feels very comfortable against Diluc, those soft, gentle fingers, moving over his hair. He shifts, settling his hand on the other's chest. He quietly tucks himself in against Diluc, diligently listening and keeping the information given. He's putting it behind a lock and key. This is for him and him alone. ]
You were... hurt. [ He thinks that the best word. ]
Honestly, though, you have to handle it how you have to. Do what you want to do to best take care of things. I see that as exercising your freedom.
['You were hurt.', Venti says, and Diluc is surprised by how deeply that observation strikes him. It's enough that he quiets, stills his hand against the back of the archon's head and simply looks at the wall opposite with a distant and pensive expression on his face.
He had been so idealistic when he was young. Bright, cheerful, charming, utterly devoted to both his family and his role in the Knights of Favonius. It had all been ripped away, all at once. Nothing could have prepared him for it.
Diluc sighs very softly.]
I could have forgiven him, couldn't I? [He murmurs. It seems he's only half speaking to Venti when he says it.] It didn't have to be the way it was. I think he just... reminds me of everything I've lost.
Could have? Yes. But you don't have to do anything you don't want to.
[ Mondstadt is about following your own path, after all. And Venti wants them to do that. He wants Diluc to do that. To decide for himself how he feels about things and then go the direction he thinks works best for himself. ]
It can take people a long time to heal. A lifetime, even. I think you're doing alright.
[ He's 100% not the right person to ask, and he knows he's not, too. He's been stuck in his own loop for many lifetimes. His eyes shift closed despite Diluc's hand getting still, and he shifts, settling his head against the other. ]
It's not easy to forget things you lose. You probably never will forget.
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Date: 2021-09-16 11:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-09-16 11:49 pm (UTC)But I suppose if you want to visit I can leave the door open.
Just be quiet when you come in.
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Date: 2021-09-17 12:08 am (UTC)[ ...quiet? well, he'll find out because uh, it's a pretty specific request.
It takes him about fifteen minutes before he'll show up at Diluc's place. If the guy requested quiet then that means the inside probably is and he can likely hear the door opening, so he won't call Diluc's name out when he enters, which being quiet - as opposed to his typical chatty self, is difficult. Instead he'll peek around to find him. ]
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Date: 2021-09-17 12:12 am (UTC)But it's... fine. Thankfully. Diluc sighs.]
You can come in, Venti.
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Date: 2021-09-17 12:25 am (UTC)What did you drink?
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Date: 2021-09-17 12:30 am (UTC)Two-thirds of a bottle of very... very good rice wine. That is-- [Ngh. Give him a second.]
I think it was good. It worked.
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Date: 2021-09-17 12:48 am (UTC)[ He likes it himself. But - he doesn't think he's ever seen Diluc drink, and certainly never like this. He rests his hand against Diluc's forehead, and gently brushes back a few strands of hair. ]
It looks like the rice wine won. I'm going to get a cool cloth.
[ He blinks. ]
Luckily, it doesn't require you having to move.
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Date: 2021-09-17 12:54 am (UTC)Rice wine won... yes. He supposes it did.
But Venti is being helpful so he waves a hand at him.]
Good. Because I'm not moving unless the building is on fire.
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Date: 2021-09-17 01:13 am (UTC)Luckily if a fire starts, I can help. You may not have to move still.
[ Despite his passive, almost lazy nature, Venti has been diligent in studying magic. ]
This should help a little.
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Date: 2021-09-17 08:38 am (UTC)[In the case of a fire... he could probably drive himself to get up and move. To be fair, he could probably push through what he's dealing with right now if he had such an inclination.
But he's allowing himself this time to feel sorry for himself. A luxury he doesn't normally indulge in.]
Thank you. [He murmurs then, lifting a hand to carefully adjust the cloth for a moment. It's nice.] We all have our off days. I suppose this is just one of mine.
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Date: 2021-09-18 12:10 am (UTC)We do, everyone does. Some more than others.
[ He's had a lot. ]
But, I'll stay here as long as you'll have my company. Leave if you ask. That's how it works here.
[ He'd like to stay. He has enough experience with hangovers and drowning in your own upset that he's seeing a little bit of himself in Diluc like this. Sometimes it's easy for him to forget that Diluc is still a pretty young man because he seemed so much...older. Grown up. Mature. He carried burdens and kept carrying them, and maybe he needed to let loose sometimes.
He supposes it was his turn to be the person who watched after the other. ]
Do you need anything?
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Date: 2021-09-18 12:21 am (UTC)And right now, he's tentatively opening himself up to a few people that he believes care enough to not use it against him. He still isn't sure about the wisdom of it.]
No, this is fine. [He says, shifting a little on the couch - just enough to make a Venti-sized space.] You can come up here.
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Date: 2021-09-18 12:57 am (UTC)You know you can't kick me out now right?
[ Because he likes to cuddle up. ]
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Date: 2021-09-18 01:03 am (UTC)[It's... just a little awkward, given what he still has very clear memories of doing with the archon, but he keeps that very firmly to one side as he curls his arm around Venti's slight frame and lets him cuddle in.]
I'm sorry for being so harsh with you. I know you meant well.
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Date: 2021-09-18 03:03 am (UTC)Listen, it's okay. You don't even need to apologize for that. You're never too old to learn from your mistakes.
[ Truth be told, he was more concerned about upsetting a friend than the fact that Diluc was harsh with him. And he had be more hurt by the idea of it than anything else. He wanted the other to understand that he was someone there to help and should have been prepared to back down as soon as the other rejected it. ]
But if you're worried you upset me - I'm okay. You'll have to really go for the throat if you want to!
[ A chuckle, because - well. ]
But I already trust that you won't. I did talk to Kaeya a little bit after I talked to you.
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Date: 2021-09-18 10:37 am (UTC)[Venti may regret giving him permission to 'go for the throat', as Diluc knows very well what he's capable of when severely pressed. Though from the bard's overall demeanour he thinks that it's not going to come to that.
But then--
He opens his eyes and looks down at the top of Venti's head, his eyebrows twitching in a faint frown.]
Did you, now. [Diluc mutters.] And what did Kaeya have to say for himself?
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Date: 2021-09-19 12:24 am (UTC)[ He doesn't specify that it was Crepus' death, because he doesn't need to. Diluc knows those details. And there's no reason to start going on about the man's father's death. He seems to have comfortably settled in against the other. ]
I'm sure he appreciates you holding onto it. You're a good person, Diluc.
[ He means it. ]
And I'd never, never intentionally hurt either of you.
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Date: 2021-09-19 12:29 am (UTC)It's the second time that place has come up in conversation after years of never hearing anyone speak of it, but Diluc has never known Kaeya to speak of his unique circumstances to anyone else.
He isn't sure how he feels about it.
For a few seconds he says nothing, keeping a thoughtful silence, then he exhales softly through his nose.]
Did he tell you why I was so angry?
[Just how much does Venti know, now?]
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Date: 2021-09-19 12:53 am (UTC)[ His eyes close, and he sighs a bit. That's essentially what he had said, after all. And Venti is fine, and he's not asking. He'll accept whatever is offered. He understands the need for secrets and appreciates the desire to keep them.
He thinks, or got the impression, Kaeya knows that this situation is delicate. ]
But if that's not why - then no.
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Date: 2021-09-19 01:05 am (UTC)It was part of it.
[A big part of it, but he might have taken his father's death more easily without everything that had surrounded it. There are a couple of false starts - soft inhales that sound too loud in the silence - before he speaks again.]
After he died I went to the Knights of Favonius, and the inspector at the time, Eroch, he told me... I needed to cover up what really happened. To just make it seem an unfortunate accident. All to protect their precious reputation. [He doesn't sound angry when he says it. More that he's numb to it now.]
So I resigned. I was so angry already, when Kaeya came to see me. [He sighs.] I tried to kill him. I don't think I wanted to. I just didn't care if I did.
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Date: 2021-09-19 01:34 am (UTC)Oh.
[ It's kind of an awestruck response. He...believes it, though. He doesn't always want to, but he does because he knows things aren't always so nice, and clean, and easy like he thinks they are. ]
I'm sorry because that happened. Because that's terrible. I know it's not on me, necessarily, but... that doesn't make it less...
[ For lack of a better word. ]
Terrible. But, thanks for telling me. What you've said is safe with me.
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Date: 2021-09-19 01:45 am (UTC)[For all the bard's many failings he knows that he can be trusted. He moves his hand off Venti's shoulder to touch the back of his head and then gently stroke over his hair.]
I left Mondstadt for years after that. When I came back I could barely even look him in the eye.
[He turned so cold towards his brother, and to everyone else. All he could see around him was frivolity and the pathetic attempts of the Knights to enforce their relevance in a world moving far too fast for them.]
But I didn't hate him. It's... funny that he thought I did. I could have ruined him if I wanted to.
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Date: 2021-09-20 12:35 am (UTC)[ He's biased, though. He cares about Diluc, he cares about Kaeya. He wants both of them to do and be well. He wants them to both be happy and feel cared for. He feels very comfortable against Diluc, those soft, gentle fingers, moving over his hair. He shifts, settling his hand on the other's chest. He quietly tucks himself in against Diluc, diligently listening and keeping the information given. He's putting it behind a lock and key. This is for him and him alone. ]
You were... hurt. [ He thinks that the best word. ]
Honestly, though, you have to handle it how you have to. Do what you want to do to best take care of things. I see that as exercising your freedom.
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Date: 2021-09-20 11:31 am (UTC)He had been so idealistic when he was young. Bright, cheerful, charming, utterly devoted to both his family and his role in the Knights of Favonius. It had all been ripped away, all at once. Nothing could have prepared him for it.
Diluc sighs very softly.]
I could have forgiven him, couldn't I? [He murmurs. It seems he's only half speaking to Venti when he says it.] It didn't have to be the way it was. I think he just... reminds me of everything I've lost.
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Date: 2021-09-21 02:26 am (UTC)[ Mondstadt is about following your own path, after all. And Venti wants them to do that. He wants Diluc to do that. To decide for himself how he feels about things and then go the direction he thinks works best for himself. ]
It can take people a long time to heal. A lifetime, even. I think you're doing alright.
[ He's 100% not the right person to ask, and he knows he's not, too. He's been stuck in his own loop for many lifetimes. His eyes shift closed despite Diluc's hand getting still, and he shifts, settling his head against the other. ]
It's not easy to forget things you lose. You probably never will forget.
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