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gurabad2021-01-02 11:17 am
spiralabyss) wrote in gurabad2021-01-02 11:17 am
102 » i can't find myself after all they did
[ The traveler's birthday was, of course, a cause for great celebration.
How often does one get the chance to celebrate the birth of a hero, after all? In an attempt to satisfy all of the many people he's met — the many people throughout Teyvat who have grown to love him — Aether spent the morning in Liyue and the evening in Mondstadt, but that worked perfectly well for Kaeya, whose idea of gaiety involved making the poor boy sample every single cocktail offered at the Angel's Share. Now that it's legal, he'd teased, I need to make sure you've experienced every delight that adult life has to offer.
Honestly, he wasn't even being subtle at that point. It's a mark of how naïve Jean and Amber can be that no one thought twice about what he was really saying.
Anyway, Aether had... curious reactions. The traveler was clearly faking inebriation from the start. Real beginner drinkers usually remark on the burn of alcohol, the odd taste of it; Aether seemed more than familiar with the complex smoke of whiskey, the sweet subtleties of wine. He didn't actually start to get drunk until about the fourth or fifth cocktail made. By the seventh, he was feigning sleepiness, pretending to fall asleep on Venti's shoulder, but Kaeya knew better. He probably could have gone on drinking for the next few hours.
But Diluc had looked Kaeya in the eyes, sharply, and told him to stop messing around and get the boy to bed.
The captain could have thanked his brother in response.
Well, barely legal or not — and while Kaeya wouldn't mind the former at all, or not is what he suspects at this point in time — he's more than happy to sling a "sleepy" Aether over his shoulder and walk him back to the Knights of Favonius headquarters to rest. Margaret spots them on the way back and giggles; Kaeya stops rubbing his thumb over Aether's hipbone then, puts up his usual sterling mask, asks her how business is doing at the Cat's Tail, wishes her a good night. The minute she turns around, he's sliding his fingers over the curve of Aether's waistline again, fingers slipping past the golden trim on his waistband to invade the line between the traveler's thigh and groin.
The minute they get into a dark bedroom in the Favonius barracks, Kaeya deposits Aether on the bed there, pausing to brush his golden hair out of his eyes. ]
You're awfully cute like this.
How often does one get the chance to celebrate the birth of a hero, after all? In an attempt to satisfy all of the many people he's met — the many people throughout Teyvat who have grown to love him — Aether spent the morning in Liyue and the evening in Mondstadt, but that worked perfectly well for Kaeya, whose idea of gaiety involved making the poor boy sample every single cocktail offered at the Angel's Share. Now that it's legal, he'd teased, I need to make sure you've experienced every delight that adult life has to offer.
Honestly, he wasn't even being subtle at that point. It's a mark of how naïve Jean and Amber can be that no one thought twice about what he was really saying.
Anyway, Aether had... curious reactions. The traveler was clearly faking inebriation from the start. Real beginner drinkers usually remark on the burn of alcohol, the odd taste of it; Aether seemed more than familiar with the complex smoke of whiskey, the sweet subtleties of wine. He didn't actually start to get drunk until about the fourth or fifth cocktail made. By the seventh, he was feigning sleepiness, pretending to fall asleep on Venti's shoulder, but Kaeya knew better. He probably could have gone on drinking for the next few hours.
But Diluc had looked Kaeya in the eyes, sharply, and told him to stop messing around and get the boy to bed.
The captain could have thanked his brother in response.
Well, barely legal or not — and while Kaeya wouldn't mind the former at all, or not is what he suspects at this point in time — he's more than happy to sling a "sleepy" Aether over his shoulder and walk him back to the Knights of Favonius headquarters to rest. Margaret spots them on the way back and giggles; Kaeya stops rubbing his thumb over Aether's hipbone then, puts up his usual sterling mask, asks her how business is doing at the Cat's Tail, wishes her a good night. The minute she turns around, he's sliding his fingers over the curve of Aether's waistline again, fingers slipping past the golden trim on his waistband to invade the line between the traveler's thigh and groin.
The minute they get into a dark bedroom in the Favonius barracks, Kaeya deposits Aether on the bed there, pausing to brush his golden hair out of his eyes. ]
You're awfully cute like this.