#cuddle with him plz. he's desperate. just get his mind off of papa crepus :c ]

[tenebriism]

They bring him a dagger with his name engraved on it and precious jewels. All for his birthday. -Diluc // local viking appears before u with gift

He appreciates the gifts... always does, always will, even if he really, truly does not need them ( though, he'll make generous use of this dagger -- it's beautiful, and sure to slice better, DEEPER, than the ones currently in his collection that have dulled with use and time ), but the way he looks at Eivor, it's evident he desires something far more on a day like this. He hasn't slept a wink in the days leading up to this, and hasn't had the appetite to attempt more than a few slices of dry toast and a sip of coffee, here and there. He doesn't need gifts, he doesn't need repetitive, recycled affirmations that ' it gets easier, time heals all wounds, ' because it damn well does not...

Diluc just needs... company. A presence. He reaches out for Eivor, tentative in the gesture, and cannot look them in the eye; HE FEELS PATHETIC, but he doesn't want them to go, and silently pleads, in the way he steps just that tiny bit closer, for them to stay. The two of them needn't even do much of anything... they can sit and watch the leaves sway, or watch the bugs skitter across the dirt.

" Stay... ? If... you are able... "

Just for a little bit... so he can say he enjoyed something nice today...

@wolfkcst ;;