His body slumped to the side, seeking the wooden doorway as a brace for his sagging body to lean on. surely this diluc, whose eyes drooped with an invisible weight and whose cheeks were flushed a familiar yet unfamiliar pretty pink, wasn’t the master diluc who avoided alcohol like the plague, surely not, right? The single memory of a drunken diluc was one you were sure to never forget, which is why you came to the conclusion that you had been so caught up in your reminiscing that the subject of your thoughts had appeared at your doorsteps in a hallucination. it was largely the reason he avoided the shrill taste of the very same liquid poison he’d brew for others. a single glass of red wine would have him slumped over in a corner somewhere, sleepy smile on his face and cheeks flushed a pretty, lush crimson to match his firey locks.
Drunk words are sober thoughts skin#
the claws of regret had sunken their sharp, crimson talons into the soft, fleshy bits of his skin and he welcomed with open arms repentance for his words, said or unsaid, and his actions, committed or not.īefore he knew it, his bleary eyes found purchase scrambling for semblance at the familiar foot of your door and though the small, rational part of his brain knew that no part of him was worthy to stretch his hand out to meet you in the middle again, the alcohol that blurred lines between the grooves of his brain allowed just this once for the id to overtake the ego just as his knuckles fell quietly against the thick wood of your door.ĭiluc could never handle his alcohol well. Moonlight bathed his sunken form in an ethereal glow, and yet he’s never felt so far from angelic. he knew this and yet his unsteady feet had enabled the memories lined within his muscles to carry him out of the bar’s doors and on the familiar path to your house. a continuation, where you’d be wrapped up in his love and warmth and one in which he’d wrangle down any stars that should catch your eye.īut he knew better than to force your hand and play pity on a drunken fool.
How he longed to pick up a feathery quill and rewrite the end of the passage a new ending in which there is no ending, where he never left you standing alone, or pushed you past your limits far off the edge of any stony cliff. but, most of all, he remembers the end, and it’s an end that saddened him in ways he never thought possible. the thoughts that weighed the heaviest were of you: your laughter, your vivid and radiant smile, the tinges of mirth that lined each of your teasing remarks or genuine compliments, the sheer, honey-like warmth of your love. The bar’s air felt dense around his tight knit shoulders, wound from days of ceding to the overwhelming thoughts that anchored his shipwreck of a brain down to grainy, pudgy sands that drew him further underground. all that mattered was the mind numbing sensation that the sweet, amber liquid brought with it. Whether that odd feeling was foreign or not, he didn’t particularly care.
The weight of the alcohol pressed heavy against his tongue.
you have your own pride that needs to be maintained and respected and that should always come first! Summary - after separating from you, whether it was on amicable or less than amicable terms, he finds himself crawling back to you in a drunken stupor and hoping that you’d take him into your arms again, and you know that you’ve missed him just as muchĪ/n - i haven’t noticed how much i incorporate drinking into my writing despite never having tasted a drop of alcohol before myself :P i’ll stick with my apple juice for now, but wooo pain! (i might make a part two to this, but i’m not quite sure yet hehe :P) hope you enjoy!ĭisclaimer - i want to note that no one should ever make you feel as though you have to take them back, regardless of if they’re drunk or not. Warnings - very self deprecating thoughts in kaeya’s, heavy alcohol consumption, drunken behavior, vomiting, crying, removal of some clothes (no sexual implications whatsoever), skinship Pairings (separately!) - diluc ragnvindr, kaeya alberich x gender neutral reader
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