✵ [Jan Catchall] Hope is not pretending that troubles don't exist.

[phoenixblessed]

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

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✵ Diluc Ragnvindr
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✵ Red Wine
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✵ Thanatos
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✵ Vennessa
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✵ Raphael
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[phoenixblessed]

I...

[Oh, by the gods, he's going to have to explain this to Kaeya isn't he. If he's lucky the man will just find it funny. He'll probably just find it funny.

Diluc straightens his shoulders - a subtle motion - as he lifts his hand from the one clasped there and lets his arms drop to his sides. He feels... defeated, in a way, though that is probably a ridiculous way to feel or in the very least an entirely inappropriate one. Of all people, it had to be--

Ah, well... it could have been worse.

He closes his eyes for a moment and takes a breath. Tries to calm the buzzing under his skin and the way his heart is racing, how his stomach is still churning in a nauseating mix of excitement and disgust at the way his arousal had so immediately spiked from something so simple as a kiss.]

All right.

[It's easier to go by train - not far, but quicker - but on foot it isn't outside of a reasonable distance. Diluc tends to prefer to walk anyway, with the weird things that can happen on the trains sometimes.]

It's this way.

sticks a bow on this

[acutabove]

[ With Diluc's nod in acceptance, Childe feels a little more of the anxieties he hadn't known he had ease away. The smile he leverages in the other man's direction is his usual soft, warm ones, unmistakably affectionate and a little playful. He'll drop his arm before turning in the direction the man indicated and even goes so far as to give him a little bump with his shoulder before he sets off.

While Diluc may have hangups about having people walk behind him, it's apparent Childe doesn't have any such qualms. The pace he sets is quick, but not too brisk, his long legs taking him to their destination in ambling strides while he looks over his shoulder every so often to make sure Diluc is following behind. The conversation is light, hardly there but Childe doesn't leave them in silence the whole time; he fills it with chattering about the weather, the storm and pointing out the different shops and the wildlife they might spot along the way to offer his input.

And if he happens to bump shoulders with Diluc more than usual, if he happens to look at him, lingering, furtive glances that blossom into wide, beaming smiles - then that's fine, too. ]