[Diluc’s heartbeat is louder than the storm. He fills his senses, touch and sound and smell, lulling the young samurai into a feeling of comfort, the dull throb in his head receding slightly.
Was part of it the tension he’d been holding since the storm began? As he relaxes, the ache of pain behind his eyes seems less. Sometimes, he must remind himself that his feelings can complicate his health.
Diluc is warmer than the kotatsu, and the haori is large enough on his frame it’s like he’s almost wearing a blanket. Slowly, the pale samurai curls closer to his host, just shy of crawling into his lap. Almost.
He’s weak to gentle fingers in his hair. He knows he probably looks far from pretty right now, disheveled from the rain and with makeshift earmuffs, but Diluc doesn’t appear to mind much. The soft brush of his fingers feels good, never forcing their way when they meet a tangle, just soft and soothing. He could doze.]
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[Diluc’s heartbeat is louder than the storm. He fills his senses, touch and sound and smell, lulling the young samurai into a feeling of comfort, the dull throb in his head receding slightly.
Was part of it the tension he’d been holding since the storm began? As he relaxes, the ache of pain behind his eyes seems less. Sometimes, he must remind himself that his feelings can complicate his health.
Diluc is warmer than the kotatsu, and the haori is large enough on his frame it’s like he’s almost wearing a blanket. Slowly, the pale samurai curls closer to his host, just shy of crawling into his lap. Almost.
He’s weak to gentle fingers in his hair. He knows he probably looks far from pretty right now, disheveled from the rain and with makeshift earmuffs, but Diluc doesn’t appear to mind much. The soft brush of his fingers feels good, never forcing their way when they meet a tangle, just soft and soothing. He could doze.]