[ Kaeya is reminded of a nearly forgotten childhood memory.
Whenever it rained so hard that it came with thunder and lighting, he would always wake up with a silent scream and a terrified look on his face. He lost count of just how many times he crawled out of his own bed and into Diluc's, seeking comfort in the warmth of his embrace as the other whispered soothing promises until he fell back asleep. The next day would always greet him with the sight of Diluc fast asleep next to him, curled around in such a way that would protect him from the rest of the world.
This moment feels a lot like those days. Their roles aren't even reversed: Kaeya is the one who's scared while Diluc tries his very best to calm him down. He doesn't know when it is that he finally wrapped his arms around the other, feeling how solid and real he is under his touch. He doesn't realize how much he's shaking.
Luckily for his dignity, he is now able to bury his face on Diluc's shoulder. It's also right there and then that he finds some way to ruin the moment — another defense mechanism, whenever things become too much. ]
... And you're somehow without a shirt. How are you not freezing?
[ Diluc is still so warm— this is almost unfair, if it wasn't another sign that he really is alive. ]
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Whenever it rained so hard that it came with thunder and lighting, he would always wake up with a silent scream and a terrified look on his face. He lost count of just how many times he crawled out of his own bed and into Diluc's, seeking comfort in the warmth of his embrace as the other whispered soothing promises until he fell back asleep. The next day would always greet him with the sight of Diluc fast asleep next to him, curled around in such a way that would protect him from the rest of the world.
This moment feels a lot like those days. Their roles aren't even reversed: Kaeya is the one who's scared while Diluc tries his very best to calm him down. He doesn't know when it is that he finally wrapped his arms around the other, feeling how solid and real he is under his touch. He doesn't realize how much he's shaking.
Luckily for his dignity, he is now able to bury his face on Diluc's shoulder. It's also right there and then that he finds some way to ruin the moment — another defense mechanism, whenever things become too much. ]
... And you're somehow without a shirt. How are you not freezing?
[ Diluc is still so warm— this is almost unfair, if it wasn't another sign that he really is alive. ]