[ Whatever was going to come next, Childe had resolved himself that he would accept it. It's enough, he thinks, that they're civil, that they hadn't come to blows yet - even if a part of him really wanted to - and that, uneventful though it had been, he was enjoying himself. It's enough, he doesn't need anything more than that.
Time seems to stretch on between them. It's likely they'd caught the attention of staff and guest alike, but their refugee status ends up being enough of a boon that no one calls out to them straight away, content on letting them do whatever it is that refugees do.
This close he finds himself taken with how vibrantly red Diluc's eyes are, his hair, and he's reminded of one of their first encounters when he'd compared it to blood over the snow. His opinion hasn't changed in the slightest and he thinks, dimly, if it's Diluc then he doesn't mind.
Too soon there's a tug on his arm, he's shifting forward and then a warm mouth against his. Diluc tastes of the tea that he's been drinking and something else, something so distinctly him it would be hard to mistake it for anyone else. The bucket of shells clatters to the floor, drawing more attention to them and his hand goes to curl against the back of Diluc's neck to drag him in and deepen the kiss. ]
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Time seems to stretch on between them. It's likely they'd caught the attention of staff and guest alike, but their refugee status ends up being enough of a boon that no one calls out to them straight away, content on letting them do whatever it is that refugees do.
This close he finds himself taken with how vibrantly red Diluc's eyes are, his hair, and he's reminded of one of their first encounters when he'd compared it to blood over the snow. His opinion hasn't changed in the slightest and he thinks, dimly, if it's Diluc then he doesn't mind.
Too soon there's a tug on his arm, he's shifting forward and then a warm mouth against his. Diluc tastes of the tea that he's been drinking and something else, something so distinctly him it would be hard to mistake it for anyone else. The bucket of shells clatters to the floor, drawing more attention to them and his hand goes to curl against the back of Diluc's neck to drag him in and deepen the kiss. ]