Ivory_Ash
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A glass is set down, clinking mutedly on the table cloth and, gingerly, another is picked up. Diluc gives it the same treatment as the one from before, as the ones from the past hour; drying methodically and slowly, aiming for perfection. Little can he actually see through the fog behind his eyes though, but the glass is set down spotless all the same.
His mind flows away, following the golden glimmer on the rim of the glass, through the ashen cloth in his hand and the constant motion of his arms.
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'Why did you tell me that night?' He wants to ask. 'Did you ever love us? How much of it was a lie? Did you never trust us enough to tell us? Did he know? Do you fear me?'
But all the questions would feel like fire in his throat and they would drown him before they came out.
Orrr; Kaeya and Diluc talk at th tavern, that, literally that, i dont know why it's so long i swear i dont kn