#𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝘿𝙖𝙬𝙣 [ 𝘔𝘢𝘪𝘯 - 𝘈𝘤𝘵 𝘐 ]

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It was one of the rare occasions in which Diluc was the one tending the bar at the Angels’ Share. Charles needed time off as well, even if Diluc was using it for his own ends. He’d gotten word that the Abyss Order was stirring up more trouble around the greater Mondstat area and he wasn’t too keen on just letting them do as they pleased, especially if it put innocent people in harm’s way. But there was still quite a bit of time before even the bar closed, let alone when the Order would move in to enact their plan - so it seemed he had some time to kill.

So there he stood, behind the bar, gaze moving over each of his patron’s as he idly wiped down the cups he had just cleaned. Unlike Charles, he did not really see a reason to mingle with the patrons of the Angel’s Share. If they wanted to be here, then they would be, no one should come to such a place looking for entertainment or amusement from it’s employees. Even if he was the owner of not only the bar but the supplier of goods for said bar, he didn’t feel the need to entertain those around him.

Not as much as he did.

However, if approached, as he was just now, Diluc would, of course, be as helpful and amicable as possible. 

“Welcome to the Angels’ Share - what can I get you?”

open.

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@aalberich said: I did not think fate would ever give me the chance to make things right. [ for diluc ! ;~; ]

Their history was ... tumultuous, to say the very least. Rocky in a way that, while most journey's tended to be, it was quite different that most, much closer to home than he found he really liked. And during this journey, there was a time that Diluc was certain they wouldn't be able to recover, to reconcile or come to terms with what had transpired. A time he regretted more than anything else. And while he felt vindicated in the moment, felt as though his actions were justified, it would seem their story is not as black and white as just that. His grief and his anger had driven him, surged through him with no recourse and no outlet until it exploded from his palm, illuminated his great sword in a burning flame that had been flung towards Kaeya in an unforgiving show of force.

It had devastated their relationship, fractured their lives beyond what had already occurred. And Diluc was certain Kaeya would want nothing to do with him after that - hell, Diluc wanted nothing to do with himself after that.

And then the first letter came. While it was short and to the point, with only the necessary information, it was a letter that Kaeya felt compelled to sent, compelled to inform him that he should leave if he was going to. Diluc doesn't remember how long he'd allowed himself to stare at the parchment gripped in his hand, ultimately it was Kaeya's letter that stirred the courage within him to do it.

Who could have ever guessed that they would be able to return to this? Return to being able to be within each other's presence for an extended period without being at each other's throats. There was still a heavy air between them, still too much that needed to be said, but they were just navigating another page in their story.

There was a soft hum, a nod of his head as he watched the surface of the liquid in the glass before him quake, shiver as the table seemed to shift. "Fate, it seems, has quite a bit still in store for us, doesn't it?" There was a quirk of his eyebrow as he glanced across the table at Kaeya, a visit from the Calvary Captain to the Dawn Winery without a mission to correspond with it was rare occurance indeed.

Straightened his posture, Diluc took a deep breath as he met Kaeya's gaze head on, "I don't know if things could ever be the way they were before. But, if it would ... entertain the Knight's of Favonius' Cavalry Captain," There was a smirk on his lips, a tilt of his head, "Then I suppose I just might have to stick around Monds for awhile longer."

"... Besides, who's going to be the one to tell Charles to cut you off, hm? Can't have you drinking away all my wine." It was a tease in jest, lighthearted in nature and reminiscent of a time long past. Perhaps they could move forward and fix this.

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Because I’m weak - Diluc Tag Drop //