they keep saying healing takes time. how long is this going to take?

the urge to — ?

Kaeya remained at the bar , sipping the wine from his glass. a calm expression remained on his face. he paid no mind to the confused crowd. “ come, sit beside me. I’m in hiding these days. “

“ do you drink these days ? “

another glass of wine was sat in front of dain , half full. “ wonderful, we’ll get along just fine. “

gay people and their 4 letter names

if one of us dies， i hope i die first.

we were just kids.

flipping a coin , over and over again .

he’s in his own world , flipping that coin — staring off into space.

snapping out of that daydream , looking up at cap. twisted expression. “ Hello, mind telling me why you interrupted my peace and quiet ? “

🍞bread.⠀ diluc. ( semi - hiatus ) is there a problem? /lh

EVERYTHING ROTS.

and ?

“ that is rather kind of you. “ an amused hum escaped his lips, and he leant forward— taking the coin. it was pushed into it’s pouch. “ I am going rather well, my task is running smoothly as well. I hope things on your end are just as smooth ? “

does it really hurt that badly ? [ tinge of guilt ]

come here , let me feel your forehead. [ outstretched hand, beckoning him over ]

gloves were pulled off his hands, revealing blue tattoo like markings. his left hand was raised; and placed against the others forehead. “ you do not seem like you have a fever, you probably overworked yourself. “

“ You practically made them melt, you know. “ referring to their difference in body heat. Kaeya ran much colder. “ i’m sentencing you to quiet rest, with absolutely no work for three hours. “

no talk , tummy hurt .