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[ They've spent a good few days together, all in all. First Sumeru, then Liyue, and now a homecoming jaunt through Mondstadt. Kaeya has a habit of slinking away to the shadows once the usual crowd in the Angel's Share has been stoked to aggressive friendliness and happy inebriation, but last night he'd been the heart of the party for longer than usual, regaling his eager listeners with tales of his exploits in Sumeru before he'd expertly turned them all away with souvenirs he'd picked up for them, and then headed off into the night.
They didn't leave together, exactly, but the Cavalry Captain was waiting outside the bar when Aether excused himself shortly after he left, and as the darkness of the alleys overtook them, the traveler had even felt bold enough to take Kaeya's hand.
It was nice to see Kaeya in his element, but it's nice to see him like this, too: eyes closed and deliciously vulnerable in the morning light, asleep or perhaps merely pretending to be. Aether shifts in the sheets and lets a cool side of the fabric claim his legs. Doing so makes him realize that his arm has been draped around Kaeya's waist this whole time; mischievously, he lets his fingers ghost up the line of the man's ribs. If he's asleep, he shouldn't wake up. If he's awake, it might be ticklish.
He should make something for breakfast. Maybe he'll ask when Kaeya's eyes are open. Pancakes. Pancakes might be good. Learning that Kaeya has a sweet tooth has been one of the better surprises of the week. ]
They didn't leave together, exactly, but the Cavalry Captain was waiting outside the bar when Aether excused himself shortly after he left, and as the darkness of the alleys overtook them, the traveler had even felt bold enough to take Kaeya's hand.
It was nice to see Kaeya in his element, but it's nice to see him like this, too: eyes closed and deliciously vulnerable in the morning light, asleep or perhaps merely pretending to be. Aether shifts in the sheets and lets a cool side of the fabric claim his legs. Doing so makes him realize that his arm has been draped around Kaeya's waist this whole time; mischievously, he lets his fingers ghost up the line of the man's ribs. If he's asleep, he shouldn't wake up. If he's awake, it might be ticklish.
He should make something for breakfast. Maybe he'll ask when Kaeya's eyes are open. Pancakes. Pancakes might be good. Learning that Kaeya has a sweet tooth has been one of the better surprises of the week. ]