#IF YOU'RE GONNA DRAG HIM AT LEAST CALL HIM THE ACCURATE VARIETY OF STUPID. WAILS DISTRAUGHTLY

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DILUC  “as well i should.”      oh. well- that-

run, breathe the vestiges of sense. the heat of his gaze darts to the door into the kitchen- has to know but can’t ascertain the location of the back door beyond childe. there is a tall ( infuriatingly so... ) slab of snezhnayan cornering him against his own bar, &-

                  & something low in his belly trembles for this.                traitorous, traitorous—

his cheeks are still catching up to the look in blue eyes.

—it’s worse than hunger. something light & weak, weakening him. there is strength in this monster man on more levels than initially presumed, & with breath skating along skin these facts sit in the middle of his being like a child amid scattered toys. their prominence feels so innocent.

        more than one figment of nightly imagination has proven that deceptive.

i- you- listen, you uncouth foreign fuck-

instead, diluc’s face shifts away - unwilling to heed anything but the safety that is shame. it’s a fence sitting sort of safety, however. given childe’s nature to push, there is no real salvation in inertia. ( & when he has been instigating for weeks? the fucker doesn’t seem to back down from a challenge unless to rile his opponent up. )

‘uhm’ manages to mute itself in the press of his lips. “...” in, & out, the breath at his ear is warm & knows him frightfully. ( there is nothing better than being s e e n. ) heat is a sharp sliver that cuts directly into his core; lead by those words that come from that mind behind those all-seeing eyes...          fuck.            he’s going to have to— visit someone, pay for something. this is- embarrassing, there’s no need to feel so intensely when- dammit, he wasn’t supposed to take this seriously! ( or something. sensible thought is proving elusive. the frustration at suffering consequences is not. )

“there is no next move.” begins lord ragnvindr. he has not moved an inch. neither has the weight of his desperate gaze on the kitchen door. “...merely testing a theory.” will a fainting follow the heat in his face? wouldn’t prefer to be unconscious around the harbinger, but it’d spare him his own folly.        it’s one thing to need closeness. another to crave it here.

                        strong warm smart hungry

                childe wants him & his ears are ringing. childe teases & his mouth grows wet. childe looms & boxes him in & t a u n t s & he wants nothing more than to kiss or punch or both at once. maybe most of all he wishes to be kissed with that same ridiculous audacity.

        bold as all get out

“you’re imagining things.” when in doubt? project. at least it’ll keep childe busy smarmily dissecting that instead of encouraging m o r e. “i’ve merely been-” nearly swallows his tongue. shrinks—from the cold hard fact that he has not moved away yet more than the actual body that makes him want to stay, “returning the favour.” breath shivers where confidence does not. fuck, fuck, fuck. “you enjoy,” tempting me “—attempting to...                    harass me.”

                               agh. hunger aches through the body. it’s all he can do to tense his fists in the pockets of his slacks & stay still. ( gripping the counter- That He Owns -would have him holding the fucker’s hands. ) a low buzz spreads through his veins. his ears ring. when ginger strands tickle from his chin to his brow bone diluc finally blinks. “...” it’d be so simple to tell childe to back off & yet he cannot bring himself to do so.

“where’s your professionalism, harbinger?              fraternising with the enemy.”

#conflict.jpg #oh;; no;;; mr harbinger.... pls don't-- uwu --come onto me more!! i'm too virginal & squirmy uwu u wouldn't;;; taint my innocence;;; uwuwuwu #he has most definitely not 'welcomed' this problem thank you very much he has tomfooleried his dumb ass into it. #IF YOU'RE GONNA DRAG HIM AT LEAST CALL HIM THE ACCURATE VARIETY OF STUPID. WAILS DISTRAUGHTLY #with: predvestnik #predvestnik #rp ✦ diluc #i'm laughing so hard help me #diluc vc: ah i. should definitely reinvigorate my sex life. That'll Help. #when it doesn't: AAAAAAAAAAA #i mean it'll help a LIL maybe but- #'you foreign fuck' is diluc's unintentional pet name for him btw. it's just kinda begun to stick around in his head. #a lot safer than 'hot handsome bastard' or 'That One Asshole who makes me feel butterflies when there is nothing but inappropriate times #to do so' #ur so rude for not respecting basic rules of morality / ethics here >:/// what happened to professionalism harbinger???? fraternising with #the enemy??? tsk tsk #he'd say that if he wasn't scared he'd blush at saying 'fraternising with the enemy' #which he might've been doing if u recall his sleep paralysis demon #ANYWAY- #actually fuck it he's saying that but i'm leaving the tag in so u can see the paralysis demon part LMFAO #WHYT HE FUCK U LYYYYIN #MMMM OH MY GOD-