love what we found
hate what we lost (love what we found), E, 3K: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43652748
Delicately written luckae doing the talk™️ after Diluc catches Kaeya doing the do (well, he barged into the locked room himself, so).
Beautiful on misunderstandings: Kaeya hears how Diluc still despises him, and Diluc despises his own self for that night's actions he cannot forgive himself for.
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“Even after all this time, you can’t look at me for too long, can you?”
Diluc’s brows furrow, searching for the answer Kaeya expects. Searching for the one he would give, if he could.
Of course I can’t. I never could, not even then. How to stare at the sun and not go blind?
***
Diluc finds himself on the floor atop a disgruntled Kaeya and one very toppled chair, limbs strewn and pressed awkwardly against pieces of wood and- ah. And not wood.
***
“And I could not hate you,” he adds in the silence, which earns him Kaeya’s stare.
“I have one very ugly scar that begs to differ,” he says with a quirk of his brow, and Diluc’s stomach turns at the reminder.
***
As though one kiss - or two, or three - might absolve him of their past, of his choices and regrets.
***
Kaeya pulls him closer, sudden and unexpected and so vehemently welcome that Diluc can do nothing more than accept it, this strange situation and stranger Kaeya and perhaps the strangest version of himself that he’s yet to encounter.
Delicately written luckae doing the talk™️ after Diluc catches Kaeya doing the do (well, he barged into the locked room himself, so).
Beautiful on misunderstandings: Kaeya hears how Diluc still despises him, and Diluc despises his own self for that night's actions he cannot forgive himself for.
***
“Even after all this time, you can’t look at me for too long, can you?”
Diluc’s brows furrow, searching for the answer Kaeya expects. Searching for the one he would give, if he could.
Of course I can’t. I never could, not even then. How to stare at the sun and not go blind?
***
Diluc finds himself on the floor atop a disgruntled Kaeya and one very toppled chair, limbs strewn and pressed awkwardly against pieces of wood and- ah. And not wood.
***
“And I could not hate you,” he adds in the silence, which earns him Kaeya’s stare.
“I have one very ugly scar that begs to differ,” he says with a quirk of his brow, and Diluc’s stomach turns at the reminder.
***
As though one kiss - or two, or three - might absolve him of their past, of his choices and regrets.
***
Kaeya pulls him closer, sudden and unexpected and so vehemently welcome that Diluc can do nothing more than accept it, this strange situation and stranger Kaeya and perhaps the strangest version of himself that he’s yet to encounter.