[ startles, looking up at diluc and then giving a sigh. at least... this is still... this. a small, strange constant in between the craziness that’s blown up everywhere else. ]
[ he’d blame it on being drunk. ] Of course we fought. [ lifts a hand draws water from their surroundings to conjure a couple of figures; making them fight before their eyes. ] I want him dead. [ clenches his fist and both water figures burst, splashing them a little. ]
It doesn’t. I have met a number of incredible people through fighting... and sometimes that’s the only method in which I can connect with a person. But this is different. He’s m- ...no, he’s not me. He’s weak, and... [ he just hates this and he doesn’t want to talk about it. he’ll just reach for the bottle of booze sitting beside himself and bring it to his lips to nurse. ]
...I'll be alright. I just need to focus on something else. [ anything else! anyone else? ]
[ he twists around and reaches up to gently cup noctua's face, aiming to drag him down for a chaste kiss. ] I want to make you something besides. Whatever you like. You've already done plenty for me.
...not at all. I enjoy spending time in your company and you got my Vision back, something that meant a lot to me, and then... [ gives him another soft kiss. ] And Noctua has such a nice, tight asshole and big fucken dick~ how could I *not* love that about him~
[ his laughter is muffled. ] ♥~ [ sits up and loops his arms around his neck. ] Let me cook something for you. I feel at ease in the kitchen and I want to spoil you.
I'll be careful. [ turns into something akin to a hydro seelie and smushes himself up against diluc's face. he... can't talk now, but come on~ let's go back to cupcake! ]
[ blows bubbles and continues nudging him as they head to cupcake. once there he changes back and drags Noctua into the kitchen. grabbing an apron he puts it on, using it to cover his bloody front, and washes his hands before setting to raiding their cabinets and fridge to make something as close to a mondstadt specialty as it could possibly get. ]
Edited (wow, I didn’t know I never finished writing this xD) 2021-05-11 23:50 (UTC)
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pyrodelusion) wrote2021-02-25 08:43 pm
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[ pout!!! ]
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[ startles, looking up at diluc and then giving a sigh. at least... this is still... this. a small, strange constant in between the craziness that’s blown up everywhere else. ]
Noctua.
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Hard night?
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Oh. Exciting.
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[ after a few moments of silence he turns to kiss his cheek. ] I’m glad you’re here.
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Maybe don't say it, Noctua. Accepting the leaning and kiss, even counterleaning a little.]
And just the one, at that.
You fought, I take it?
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Why? I didn't think fighting necessarily means hatred, for you.
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I think you should tell me about him.
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No. He’s not worth paying any more of my time to.
I’d rather talk about you... [ kisses him again and triiiiies reaching for that bottle. ]
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How have you been doing, Noctua? Do you want me to make you that smoothie, because I will. Or a drink of any kind, really.
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Are you in any condition to be making anything?
I've been fine.
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[ he twists around and reaches up to gently cup noctua's face, aiming to drag him down for a chaste kiss. ] I want to make you something besides. Whatever you like. You've already done plenty for me.
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Aren't you overstating the things I've done?
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does his best not to react to WET SEELIETHING ON HIS FACE, but turns toward cupcake anyway.]
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[ blows bubbles and continues nudging him as they head to cupcake. once there he changes back and drags Noctua into the kitchen. grabbing an apron he puts it on, using it to cover his bloody front, and washes his hands before setting to raiding their cabinets and fridge to make something as close to a mondstadt specialty as it could possibly get. ]
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