[Nov Catchall] ✵ Change the way you look at things and the things you look at change.

[phoenixblessed]

⌛ Who: Diluc Ragnvindr (phoenixblessed), Red Wine, (judgementor), Vennessa (vennessa), Thanatos (inevitablerest) & Raphael (cupiditasmedendi) & you perhaps.
⌛ What: TDM things, general prompts, closed prompts for November. Drop me a prompt to answer if you like!
⌛ When: Through November
⌛ Where: Noted in prompts
⌛ Warnings: Will be marked when they are needed

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✵ Diluc Ragnvindr
  + [CLOSED] Kazuha
  + [CLOSED] Zhongli
  + [CLOSED] Kaeya

✵ Red Wine
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✵ Thanatos
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✵ Vennessa
  + [CLOSED] Childe
  + [CLOSED] Kazuha

✵ Raphael
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Comments

[negeotiation]

So he reopened his wounds.

[He lets out another sigh, looking unsurprised. He examines Childe briefly for a moment to make sure he doesn't stress his wounds, before turning his gaze to Diluc, his movements and body language.

And pausing. Considering for a moment, before stepping back and away from the doorway. His hands clutch Childe's body firmly but gently-- his hands which are a curious shade of amber, since he is gloveless at the moment.]

Please, come in. At the very least allow me to make you some tea in thanks for all the trouble you went through to bring him home.

[He's not going to point out that Diluc looks like he could use a break, but he is certainly aware of it.]

[phoenixblessed]

Mm.

[The direct kick to his stomach had not helped with that.

He notices the colouring on Zhongli's hands as he hands the man over, and his attention lingers on them for a moment. An adeptus? Surprising. He hadn't thought they had much time for mortal concerns, and certainly that they wouldn't be found doing consultancy work for funeral parlours.

But he doesn't comment on it, at least not yet. Instead he hesitates at the offer and visibly considers it as he presses a hand against his shoulder, pressing down slightly and tipping his head as a joint softly pops. He drops his hands down, then a wince flickers across his face and he reaches one hand under his jacket towards the back of his ribcage, coming out with blood on his fingers.

Ah, he had forgotten about that.]

I think I'll take you up on that offer. [He says, frowning at the blood.] He did manage to hit me before I knocked him down.

[negeotiation]

[He notices Diluc's gaze lingering on his hands, but his focus is elsewhere. Many of the adepti had retreated from the cities and towns of humans, but a few still held a strong fondness for living alongside humanity. It was only to blend in that Zhongli usually hid such traits, and saw less reason to do so here.

He's just about to turn around and head in to get Childe settled when Diluc's words give him pause, a furrow growing between his brow. Now he's the one looking Diluc over, noting the blood on his hand with a sharp, amber gaze.

...And he'd carried Childe here in that state?]

...Please allow me to get Childe settled in the bedroom, but after that I would help you dress your wounds, if you allow me. Take a seat at the table, it will be but a few minutes.

[And it will be. He carries Childe to the seemingly only bedroom and once he makes sure Childe's injuries are redressed, he exits... only for the doorway to flicker and shine with gold and ancient symbols behind him, a barrier settling into place as he lets out a sigh, first aid kit in hand.]

[phoenixblessed]

[Diluc could say he's put himself through more with worse injuries but that isn't a conversation for here and now. He could go home and tend to this himself, but he has to acknowledge that the position of the cut is awkward and he only huffs out a soft sound of irritation as he nods and steps through the door.

When Zhongli returns Diluc has taken off his jacket and is still standing, mostly to ensure that the blood soaked into the back of his shirt doesn't get on anything. The wound doesn't seem to be bothering him overly. Now that the feeling is coming fully back into his shoulders and arms he's far more aware of the strain he had put his muscles under by carrying Childe like that for so long.

Maybe he'd treat himself to a session in the baths. That could be nice.

He looks up from absent-mindedly adjusting his gloves as the flicker of gold catches his attention and looks over the symbols in much the same way he had mildly appraised the colour of Zhongli's hands.]

He isn't dying, then.

[negeotiation]

[Zhongli nods to Diluc as he makes a detour to the kitchenette-- to fill the kettle and set it to boil, but also to wet a clean towel that he brings back to to Diluc's side, setting the first aid kit down on the table.]

He merely reopened his wounds. I stemmed the bleeding with magic and wrapped them anew, so as long as he doesn't go looking for a fight again, he should be fine.

[There's a hint of annoyance as he says 'again', before he trails off into another sigh.] I set the kettle to boil, but first we should tend your wounds. May I see...?

[phoenixblessed]

Tch.

[Pity.

Diluc hadn't aimed to kill the man but had he died, he can't say he would have been too upset about it. Still, it would have been irritating had he taken all the effort to bring him back here only for him to expire at the last hurdle.

He sighs and nods, deftly unbuttoning his shirt and sliding it off. The half-dried blood sticks against his skin and the wound it's seeping from and he grimaces faintly as it stings. Under his clothes his pale skin is heavily scarred, and the slice across the back of his ribcage is just another mark.

It's still oozing blood, but the past hour hasn't given much opportunity for healing.]

It looks worse than it is, I expect.