He's very close. The smell of alcohol on him is definitely there but not entirely unpleasant, Diluc supposes, given the hellish combination that he had forced himself to imbibe. He should push him away, probably, but instead he finds himself placing a steadying hand gently against the small of the younger man's back.
'You're really pretty'. The hot flush that rises to his face is immediate and impossible to fight. He huffs out a sharp breath and shakes his head, about to open his mouth and say something denigrating about flattery or how quickly Childe had succumbed to drunkenness when the other man follows up with--
With that.]
You--...
[His fingers twitch slightly where they rests against Childe's back. Diluc frowns, his heart suddenly racing, and he brings his free hand up to slide it against the side of the Snezhnayan's neck. Fingertips brush into soft ginger hair, his thumb presses along the line of Childe's jaw, and Diluc swallows around the dryness in his throat.]
no subject
He's very close. The smell of alcohol on him is definitely there but not entirely unpleasant, Diluc supposes, given the hellish combination that he had forced himself to imbibe. He should push him away, probably, but instead he finds himself placing a steadying hand gently against the small of the younger man's back.
'You're really pretty'. The hot flush that rises to his face is immediate and impossible to fight. He huffs out a sharp breath and shakes his head, about to open his mouth and say something denigrating about flattery or how quickly Childe had succumbed to drunkenness when the other man follows up with--
With that.]
You--...
[His fingers twitch slightly where they rests against Childe's back. Diluc frowns, his heart suddenly racing, and he brings his free hand up to slide it against the side of the Snezhnayan's neck. Fingertips brush into soft ginger hair, his thumb presses along the line of Childe's jaw, and Diluc swallows around the dryness in his throat.]
Then why don't you?