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[witch-hazels-musings]

Thinking about the times when Diluc’s father was still alive and they were having frequently balls. A lot of rich people were coming to the mansion, mostly to talk about business with Crepus. But they always stop when they saw the young master and his partner by his side. Your smooth dancing on the parquet was mesmerizing for everyone. But you both never cared about your surroundings, only thinking about the other. Your cheeks flare when you felt Diluc’s hand slide from your waist to your lower back. He felt comfort when you put your hand on his arm and squeeze from time to time. Hands lock as if no one could ever separate you.

Those times are long gone, but one thing that will never change is you both dancing at night in the kitchen. Light only comes from the moon that bath you both in its glow and the only sound you can hear is Diluc humming your favourite song.

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♡＼(￣▽￣)／♡ waaa pleaseeee, yes yes ys!

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The room was spinning but only because the man tenderly holding your hands was causing it too. It was effortless, dancing with Diluc. It felt like he knew every step you planned to make, every move was already planned out from the start. 

He hummed softly in your ear, arms pulled you back in as the two of you glided across the wooden floors. There was hardly any light but you don’t need it, not when he knew every inch, every square foot of the kitchen the two of you are dancing in. He’s memorized it all, while you’re lost in the moment. 

“I thought you hated dancing,” you whispered, fingers tapping against his chest. He stopped singing, but only to laugh at your comment. 

“I’m certain I never said, 'I hated it,’” he retorted, but you bit back fast. 

“I’m positive you did. Remember all the times you were asked to dance when we were younger? Mr. Ragnvindr broke so many hearts back in those days.” 

Diluc turned quickly and you knew what he was after. A quick spin out left you in full view of his splendor - the soft flickering light in his hair, the dramatic shadows creeping across his body, the playful smile he flashed your way. He held you there for a few ticks of the clock before reeling you back in. “You flatter me.” 

“No, I speak the truth.” 

“Ha,” he laughed as he settled his chin against you again, “Now, as my memory serves me, you were the one asking all the eligible patrons to dance. So how could you have had time to pay attention to me?” 

You pulled away and looked at him with a fierce eye. Feigning shock, you huffed and explained yourself while you poked his chest with your finger, “I was trying,” you said with emphasis, “to make a certain someone jealous.” 

Suddenly, Diluc dipped you backward. His hand secured your neck and the back of your head while his arms kept you from falling further away from him than he wanted. “Well, it worked,” he hummed above your lips, nose brushing against your own and breath seeping into your skin. 

“Then my diabolical plan worked,” you smiled, eyes fluttering at the same speed of your heartbeat. 

“Yes. It did.” 

In the light of the moon and the flickering candles, you and Diluc danced a dance that only lovers knew; a dance that was crafted just for the two of you. 

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