#that time you realize your little edits have somehow shifted the entire narrative juuuust enough to reshape the entire fucking ending

[mommalosthermind]

Some sentences sunday

“Took your damn time,” she notes, stabbing the cigarette out.

He waits. Rosaria’s not known for her patience.

Annoyance purses her mouth. “You fucked up.”

The immediate quip on his tongue, catty and dismissive, is bitten back. For all Rosaria’s icy airs, there’s very little she cares about enough to meddle so personally. That short list, and Diluc’s bizarre night, points in a singular direction.

Still, when he speaks, it’s difficult to keep his hackles out of his tone. “Have I, now.”

A grunt, and an appraising stare. “Don’t pull that nonsense with me. The only time his pretty little feathers get ruffled so bad is when you’re involved.”

Diluc crosses his arms.

She raises a hand, palm out to ward off the rebuttal he wasn’t offering. “Not asking for specifics. I refuse to get caught up in whatever is wrong with you two. The fallout, though? That is my problem.”

“How so?”

This time, the stare is enough to strip paint. “Jean’s going to need her enforcers while she solidifies her seat. We don’t have time for him to lose his shit.”

At that, Diluc can’t hold back a scoff. “Kaeya’s not so distractible.”

Rosaria snorts an ugly laugh. “Stupid is not a good look for you, hot-shot.”