[ kaeya has finished his look through the courtyard in search of a body, anything, a sign that something has happened, but it's the same as before--hand-crank alarms and a whole lot of nothing otherwise, frustratingly so.
he walks alongside polaris, who currently has sneezed himself into his peacock form, unfortunately. not the best for traveling around the city, but now he has to deal with dragging his feathers all over the ground.
glancing ahead, he catches sight of someone familiar, and laughs. ]
[Spike's done a brief search around the place, enough to conclude that nothing huge has happened. He doesn't give two shits about Marius, and more than that he doesn't get why everyone else is pretending they do, but he still wants to know what happened to the poor sod.
Mostly because he's still confused about the rules to this little game of theirs, but hey.]
I won't tell Zieksy if you don't.
[Erastis scampers up from behind him, in the form of an african wild dog. Spike lowers a hand to stroke his ears idly.] Bit puzzling, isn't it? That we've not found his sodding corpse yet.
two glasses out on the table and a pilfered bottle of booze make kaeya an extremely happy creature, lounging in the solar with polaris draped comfortably over his lap, tail thwacking lazily against the side of the sofa kaeya has chosen to get comfortable on.
whenever spike walks in in response to the invitation, he'll give a contented wave and polaris' head lifts as he hops off the couch to greet erastis with a soft nibble to the ear. ]
[He approaches, dropping down in the chair in front of Kaeya.]
You know me, captain, can't resist the siren call of alcohol. Company's not bad either. [Gives a pointed look at Erastis who is now nuzzling up against Polaris.
[ kaeya is going to snag spike for himself a short while after bertholt's execution.
welcome to casa de nero y kaeya, spike, which is pretty ordinary-looking. kaeya is divesting himself of his fluffy jacket and draping it over the footboard, opting to just wear his undershirt. everything feels stifling. when they'd swarmed kotetsu with med kits and care, it'd been the sort of chaos that kaeya knew he couldn't help. ]
Make yourself at home.
[ for however long they have left here, at least. polaris is certainly doing so, hopping up onto the bed already like a prince and giving a soft chuffing noise to erastis. ]
[Spike himself puts the leather coat down, just hanging it up on the nearest available surface. (not the floor it does not go on the floor it's a good coat it doesn't go on the fucking floor.)]
You could use some more decoration, you know. You want me to lend you a gnome? I got a few spare.
[He just sits on the bed.]
Feeling alright, after all that? [He's not deeply bothered by it all, but... Kaeya's got a soul, so.]
[ hey spike, where you at? because it's where kaeya's at, ever magnetic their daemons are. polaris makes it a regular activity to find erastis, even for a brief moment, soft head butting or nosing before going on their way. drive by adoration. polaris at the moment is sniffing at the ground.
he's taking his time investigating area in good company now while things are... quiet-ish. it's during this time that he spots the odd shard of glass glimmering taking care to pick up a rather large looking one that's washed up. it glitters and glimmers and the moment kaeya grabs it, he has a sickening drop of emotion as suddenly the world around him (and subsequently around spike) turns gray and wet -- ]
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[ the music begins and you are suddenly standing in the threshold of the doorway of the ragnvindr estate at dawn winery. the rain is sinking into your clothing, your hair, and you are shaking, you can't stop shaking as diluc's soft and tired eyes look you over, heavy with grief, but full of relief to see you. what begins as something quiet and tense, diluc asking you to enter, soon escalates into you leveling your gaze with your sworn brother, holding your hand to your chest be cause your heart won't stop trying to beat out through your jacket.
you tell him the truth, and the music softens for a moment around your words, but the truth melts over your tongue, falls out, it leaves your mouth, trembling and tight-jawed, the secrets tumbling down. your father, you, the hope of khaenri'ah on your slender shoulders. and all he has in his face is grief as you finish, arms down by your sides.
pain is welling in your body, a bone deep, soul deep pain as the words leave you. they are soundless, but you can feel the two syllables of diluc form on your tongue as suddenly he raises his sword against you, fire hurtling towards you on the edge of a claymore. it tears your clothing, touches your chest with a sharp singing burn.
crepus ragnvindr is dead and it may as well be all your fault.
timing is a devil of a thing and you have the worst, it turns out, but you can't hold it in any longer, you had to tell him, you had to come to him on your knees and whispers the secret rotting you from the inside out. i'm sorry, i never meant for it to take this long for me to tell you, my brother, i'm sorry, i'm sorry. you say the words, but only a sharp crack of thunder and a flash of lightning take their place.
you can't spit on crepus ragnvindr's grave any longer, on the grave of a man who cradled you close to his chest and didn't question why you always clutched at your eye, wouldn't let anyone see it or touch it. he let you be, and gave you agency in the way no one else had. and now here you are, crossing swords with him, the claymore heavy as it strikes down your one-handed sword, aims to bully you backwards onto your back. you dig your boots into the mud and cry out, shoving forward.
your swords clash and spark.
you just wanted to tell the truth. you just wanted to be free.
there's nothing but disgust in diluc's eyes, hatred, rage, grief, all of it slamming down in waves of fire, and you have earned all of it. the boy you chased crystalflies with through the vineyard, collected seashells with off the coast, held pinwheels up to catch the wind with. you flew your first glider with him at the age of sixteen and never looked back. all of that is gone now, all of that is dust. heat singes your cheek as you clash swords again and diluc's strikes become more and more punishing, erratic. he's crying, you can see it, the tears in his eyes. he grieves in the only way he knows how. he grieves and you've done nothing but step on his fingers and demand he grieve you too. as he twists to arc into another swing you try to warn him away, a swift cut with your sword that splits his shirt, furrows into his back. you make him bleed in one long slash and stumble--i'll prick you like a rose. you'll never know me again as i am in this moment. never again.
(what you may think of as a romantic red dozen of roses, translates in teyvat only to safeguarding secrets, held fast in the layered petals of a flower that could mean love in other worlds.)
the fire roars, catches your cheek, burns down your doublet. diluc's vision has always been strong, pyro, a gift of fire, while you remain visionless, helpless with just steel in your hand. crepus ragnvindr's son is a brilliant eagle, and his talons are as sharp as his sword as he swings it down. you fall as you narrowly avoid being cleaved in two, the heat from the sword singing the back of your neck. you are on the ground, in the dirt and mud. the rainfall extinguishes any burnt hairs at your nape, makes the burns on your skin ache and feel relief simultaneously.
(the burns will remain your entire life, sore reminders of the day you nearly lost your head to your own sworn brother.)
by the time you can get to your feet, diluc is striking down again, a ferocious wielder of the claymore. the silver blade comes down and you fumble away, barely. it catches you in the meat of your shoulder and the pain sears as it cleaves downwards. through the rain you can smell it, fire and flesh, burning, blood and mud as you crash down to your knees, shaking. you should be dead, you should be bleeding out, but the way the fire cauterizes your wound just leaves you limp, your non-dominant arm twitching and trembling.
diluc's words have no sound, but you know it can mean nothing but something scathing as the dread of execution sinks in.
and then you realize it.
no
you will not die here. for years you have lingered in diluc's shadow, not in the way a child who will never rise up to meet expectations remains hidden, rather, for fear of being discovered, for fear of being known as anything other than the child crepus ragnvindr took under his charitable wing. no. you will be yourself now, you will face diluc as the traitor you are, the traitor looking for recompense at the throne of the king.
this is who you are now. you are an outlander, and you are free.
as the heat comes down on you once again, you scream, bringing your sword forward so that the clash suddenly bursts in a swirl of brilliant heat and sheer cold. as your swing finishes its arc, as your swords both fall away, you feel frost in your palm, something cold and frigid in your fingers and when you look downwards, you see it. in your palm, a vision burning brilliantly blue. the look in diluc's eyes is one of both shock and disgust and your heart, at last, breaks in twain.
what are you, but a cold and lonely thing? meant to stay cold and lonely your entire life through?
your heart has never known anything but this since you left, clutching the vision in your hand, feeling the ice build between your fingers, the chill whipping at your skin as it manifests up your sword, climbs uncontrollably. it kisses your cheek and the tears fall away in sharp shards of salt and water.
this is your burden now, the crushing pressure of all of your lies. to tell a soul again would surely mean certain death. ]
[ trial never feels good, but that trial especially. pressure, like a pot set to boil and rattling away over the stove. he sees the balcony and spike's shape and peels away from his original path to step out. the fresh air feels good, but that's about the only thing that feels. good. ]
You talk to them about your... chip?
[ he pushes his elbows into the balcony's edge gently, his fingers meeting loose together. he saw the way he fell apart. he has no idea what a chip is beyond what spike had described in his rage. his brows are knit, concern. ]
[ another week, another morning waking up and being uncertain of just where the hell he is. this is par for the course at this point, but there's something in the decadence of the early morning and the way the bed's linens are softer than he remembers the ones in otamo being--or maybe that's the burns on his arm, or maybe it's the fact that his head is blessedly quiet.
regardless. he just lets out a heavy sigh, an arm under a pillow. he mumbles, doesn't even look over his shoulder. instead, he just pushes his face into the pillow. ]
Alright, I'll bite. [ it's always a surprise... ] Who's sleeping in this bed with me? Give me a hint.
[ why not? polaris gives a lazy little yawn from the floor that ends in a soft whine. ]
[ late into the evening, kaeya is hugging his jacket around himself, pacing alongside polaris as they return from visiting alisaie. spotting spike, wherever he might be hanging out, he's quick to beeline it, polaris in an instant giving a quiet whine as he approaches erastis.
kaeya joins him in an instant, pushes close to spike with care in unison. he rests his head with a soft thunk on spike's shoulder for a long moment, turning briefly to tuck his nose into his neck with a huff. ]
I'm going to go prematurely gray at this rate. Do you think I'll be a pretty silver fox at least?
[ his voice is tired, and when he looks at spike, his heart quietly stop clamoring around like a bird in a cage.
[Spike is sat at a table in the inn, a large mug of some kind of alcohol in front of him. He's got his wings draped over the chair, and his ears have been replaced by tiny bat ears.
It's a real pain in the ass.]
Have a seat, hot stuff. [He points to the chair in front of him.]
Gotta say, I think I got a downgrade in terms of roommates.
[ oh wow wings, now that's lucky. or inconvenient. kaeya is ogling them unapologetically for a moment, brushing past just to glance a fingertip over one before a smile breaks out onto his face and he drops himself down into the seat. his white ears twitch happily on his head as his tail wraps around himself, draping over an arm. ]
You poor thing, who did they situate you with?
[ he'll lift up a hand to catch one of the tavern workers milling about, saying he'll have the local favorite before turning back. ]
[Spike can be found lingering around the rooftops near the tavern, smoke coming off his cigarette and announcing his presence. In fact, he's waiting for Kaeya, and upon seeing him, will unwrap his wings and fly his way down in front of him.]
[ it's fine, he's acting like he didn't just empty the contents of his stomach out behind said tavern. embarrassing, but he has nothing to say for it really, it's been a long week, and sheba's macerated half-digested body is on his mind still. polaris is just pressed flush to his side in wolf shape.
when spike lands, he just offers him a tired smile. ]
Saying one last goodbye to Camebit's night sky, hm?
[ the bar is a great place to be after this stupid event. kaeya is no longer wearing his stupid keyhole sweater because he is tired of having con-going yaoi girls following him! especially when he's going to see someone. instead he's found a very thick blue sweater and has tied his hair up into a high ponytail out of his face. he has wounds but they're not as bad as monday's so, he'll survive, nicks and cuts from adventuring today decide to ooze a bit, a little blood from an arrow nick on his throat oozing through its gauze.
he'll give spike a once over. are you bleeding anywhere he can see? does he have to worry? hrmph. slinking into the seat next to him, he'll order a sangria because he's just learned what it is and it's literally his favorite thing right now while polaris trots up to erastis and instantly presses close, muzzle to muzzle, nibbling and licking happily. ]
[He's bleeding a bit across his eyebrow. It's fine.]
Just the man I wanted to see! [He grins. He also always wants to see Kaeya, though, so. Though, he is a little disappointed that he's turned down the thot factor, he does still look comfortable, so that's important too.]
Dog sledding. With a girl missing a leg, a girl who hates dogs, and Reze. It went pretty well. [He takes a sip of his drink.] You want anything?
[ he's going to find spike wherever he happens to be resting--polaris knows the scent of erastis anywhere, just follows his nose straight to the source. he'll just settle next to him, pulling a flask out of his jacket and offering it to the man he just saw run through with a sword not long before.
a victory drink. you survived. meanwhile, he's going to snuggle in for a bit, careful of any other injuries he might have. ]
[It's almost exactly three hours later when Spike goes looking for Kaeya.
He's still mad. But he also wants to check on him, make sure he's okay, before maybe punching him again and maybe killing him. He'll decide in the car. So he just knocks on Kaeya's door.]
[ the door opens. it's his and power's room, wow! it's also pretty bloody still because power just bleeds a lot and kaeya's worst wound has come back to haunt him in his darkest hour.
he's dressed in the same clothing he wore to execution, a dark blue turtleneck darkened further with blood, trousers, boots.
his singular eye looks done. empty.
flatly, like it's meant to be a joke but kaeya is simply... deflated. ]
No thank you. I don't want two lumps. Just one is enough.
[It's date night, and Spike and Kaeya have just seen an exceptionally horny adaptation of Carmilla in the theatres. Which is crazy, considering how ridiculously horny Carmilla is on it's own.
They're just walking outside the cinema, and Spike's not actually too sure what to do with himself.]
Well, that was intense. Honestly? Glad they could make it work in the end.
[In this version, Carmilla turns Laura into a vampire and they kill the rest of the family and run away together. I guess. Spike thinks it's very romantic.]
In their own... macabre and violent way, yes, I suppose it truly did all work out, didn't it?
[ let's go lesbians! kaeya will just walk beside him, polaris strolling ahead in wolf form, cleaving a path obediently. kaeya has no intended destination, but walking the shops, maybe to find somewhere warm to slink into, would be nice. ]
Is that really how it works where you're from? With vampires?
[Spike's lurking just outside the apartments, waiting for Kaeya to step out. He's smoking, as he usually does when he's lurking, and is looking quite exhausted.
[ it takes a while for kaeya to exit the building, one hand in the ruff of polaris' neck, the other holding a worn brown leather bag. he'll spot spike and give him a nod. ]
Evening, Spike.
[ polaris gives a soft grumble-bark in greeting as well. ]
[ he walks down to spike's cell with a dark bottle in hand, polaris at his heels in wolf form. there's a purpose in the stride of his boots, distinct and sharp. the jingling of the bauble that hangs from his heels is recognizable. polaris trots ahead the closer they get until finally he's just out of arm's reach from the bars of the cell.
the bottle will fit though, as kaeya extends it forward. ]
A drink? [ the bottle is sealed, foil and all, and kaeya has the means to open it here. ]
[Spike is decidedly waiting until Kaeya is alone before he even dares to approach. He knows Sheba would throw rocks at him if she caught sight of him lingering near, but... well. Maybe she'd be right to. Still, there's a few things to say, probably between the both of them before they part for good.
He's not letting them all be tonight. But he can afford a few of them at least. Gently, and mildly sheepish-like, he approaches Kaeya's room and lightly taps on the door.]
...Can I come in?
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[ what a loaded question already from a voice he knows well. kaeya gives pause before answering, but they're so close to the end. so this is something he ought to do anyways, perhaps. he lifts his head. ]
Yes. Come in.
[ his left eye is empty, the socket sagging with nothing to support it, and his right eye is luminescent blue, set against a dark sclera of stars. when he sees him, he's just sitting with polaris curled around him from behind, one eye opening to look at spike, though he's unmoving. ]
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w0, friday
he walks alongside polaris, who currently has sneezed himself into his peacock form, unfortunately. not the best for traveling around the city, but now he has to deal with dragging his feathers all over the ground.
glancing ahead, he catches sight of someone familiar, and laughs. ]
If it isn't my favorite vampire.
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Mostly because he's still confused about the rules to this little game of theirs, but hey.]
I won't tell Zieksy if you don't.
[Erastis scampers up from behind him, in the form of an african wild dog. Spike lowers a hand to stroke his ears idly.] Bit puzzling, isn't it? That we've not found his sodding corpse yet.
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w1, thursday pre-curfew - the solar
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two glasses out on the table and a pilfered bottle of booze make kaeya an extremely happy creature, lounging in the solar with polaris draped comfortably over his lap, tail thwacking lazily against the side of the sofa kaeya has chosen to get comfortable on.
whenever spike walks in in response to the invitation, he'll give a contented wave and polaris' head lifts as he hops off the couch to greet erastis with a soft nibble to the ear. ]
There he is. Evening, Spike.
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You know me, captain, can't resist the siren call of alcohol. Company's not bad either. [Gives a pointed look at Erastis who is now nuzzling up against Polaris.
Horny twits.]
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w1, sunday post-exec
welcome to casa de nero y kaeya, spike, which is pretty ordinary-looking. kaeya is divesting himself of his fluffy jacket and draping it over the footboard, opting to just wear his undershirt. everything feels stifling. when they'd swarmed kotetsu with med kits and care, it'd been the sort of chaos that kaeya knew he couldn't help. ]
Make yourself at home.
[ for however long they have left here, at least. polaris is certainly doing so, hopping up onto the bed already like a prince and giving a soft chuffing noise to erastis. ]
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You could use some more decoration, you know. You want me to lend you a gnome? I got a few spare.
[He just sits on the bed.]
Feeling alright, after all that? [He's not deeply bothered by it all, but... Kaeya's got a soul, so.]
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w2, monday
he's taking his time investigating area in good company now while things are... quiet-ish. it's during this time that he spots the odd shard of glass glimmering taking care to pick up a rather large looking one that's washed up. it glitters and glimmers and the moment kaeya grabs it, he has a sickening drop of emotion as suddenly the world around him (and subsequently around spike) turns gray and wet -- ]
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[ the music begins and you are suddenly standing in the threshold of the doorway of the ragnvindr estate at dawn winery. the rain is sinking into your clothing, your hair, and you are shaking, you can't stop shaking as diluc's soft and tired eyes look you over, heavy with grief, but full of relief to see you. what begins as something quiet and tense, diluc asking you to enter, soon escalates into you leveling your gaze with your sworn brother, holding your hand to your chest be cause your heart won't stop trying to beat out through your jacket.
you tell him the truth, and the music softens for a moment around your words, but the truth melts over your tongue, falls out, it leaves your mouth, trembling and tight-jawed, the secrets tumbling down. your father, you, the hope of khaenri'ah on your slender shoulders. and all he has in his face is grief as you finish, arms down by your sides.
pain is welling in your body, a bone deep, soul deep pain as the words leave you. they are soundless, but you can feel the two syllables of diluc form on your tongue as suddenly he raises his sword against you, fire hurtling towards you on the edge of a claymore. it tears your clothing, touches your chest with a sharp singing burn.
crepus ragnvindr is dead and it may as well be all your fault.
timing is a devil of a thing and you have the worst, it turns out, but you can't hold it in any longer, you had to tell him, you had to come to him on your knees and whispers the secret rotting you from the inside out. i'm sorry, i never meant for it to take this long for me to tell you, my brother, i'm sorry, i'm sorry. you say the words, but only a sharp crack of thunder and a flash of lightning take their place.
you can't spit on crepus ragnvindr's grave any longer, on the grave of a man who cradled you close to his chest and didn't question why you always clutched at your eye, wouldn't let anyone see it or touch it. he let you be, and gave you agency in the way no one else had. and now here you are, crossing swords with him, the claymore heavy as it strikes down your one-handed sword, aims to bully you backwards onto your back. you dig your boots into the mud and cry out, shoving forward.
your swords clash and spark.
you just wanted to tell the truth. you just wanted to be free.
there's nothing but disgust in diluc's eyes, hatred, rage, grief, all of it slamming down in waves of fire, and you have earned all of it. the boy you chased crystalflies with through the vineyard, collected seashells with off the coast, held pinwheels up to catch the wind with. you flew your first glider with him at the age of sixteen and never looked back. all of that is gone now, all of that is dust. heat singes your cheek as you clash swords again and diluc's strikes become more and more punishing, erratic. he's crying, you can see it, the tears in his eyes. he grieves in the only way he knows how. he grieves and you've done nothing but step on his fingers and demand he grieve you too. as he twists to arc into another swing you try to warn him away, a swift cut with your sword that splits his shirt, furrows into his back. you make him bleed in one long slash and stumble--i'll prick you like a rose. you'll never know me again as i am in this moment. never again.
(what you may think of as a romantic red dozen of roses, translates in teyvat only to safeguarding secrets, held fast in the layered petals of a flower that could mean love in other worlds.)
the fire roars, catches your cheek, burns down your doublet. diluc's vision has always been strong, pyro, a gift of fire, while you remain visionless, helpless with just steel in your hand. crepus ragnvindr's son is a brilliant eagle, and his talons are as sharp as his sword as he swings it down. you fall as you narrowly avoid being cleaved in two, the heat from the sword singing the back of your neck. you are on the ground, in the dirt and mud. the rainfall extinguishes any burnt hairs at your nape, makes the burns on your skin ache and feel relief simultaneously.
(the burns will remain your entire life, sore reminders of the day you nearly lost your head to your own sworn brother.)
by the time you can get to your feet, diluc is striking down again, a ferocious wielder of the claymore. the silver blade comes down and you fumble away, barely. it catches you in the meat of your shoulder and the pain sears as it cleaves downwards. through the rain you can smell it, fire and flesh, burning, blood and mud as you crash down to your knees, shaking. you should be dead, you should be bleeding out, but the way the fire cauterizes your wound just leaves you limp, your non-dominant arm twitching and trembling.
diluc's words have no sound, but you know it can mean nothing but something scathing as the dread of execution sinks in.
and then you realize it.
no
you will not die here. for years you have lingered in diluc's shadow, not in the way a child who will never rise up to meet expectations remains hidden, rather, for fear of being discovered, for fear of being known as anything other than the child crepus ragnvindr took under his charitable wing. no. you will be yourself now, you will face diluc as the traitor you are, the traitor looking for recompense at the throne of the king.
this is who you are now. you are an outlander, and you are free.
as the heat comes down on you once again, you scream, bringing your sword forward so that the clash suddenly bursts in a swirl of brilliant heat and sheer cold. as your swing finishes its arc, as your swords both fall away, you feel frost in your palm, something cold and frigid in your fingers and when you look downwards, you see it. in your palm, a vision burning brilliantly blue. the look in diluc's eyes is one of both shock and disgust and your heart, at last, breaks in twain.
what are you, but a cold and lonely thing? meant to stay cold and lonely your entire life through?
your heart has never known anything but this since you left, clutching the vision in your hand, feeling the ice build between your fingers, the chill whipping at your skin as it manifests up your sword, climbs uncontrollably. it kisses your cheek and the tears fall away in sharp shards of salt and water.
this is your burden now, the crushing pressure of all of your lies. to tell a soul again would surely mean certain death. ]
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He stares up at Kaeya, confused.]
Any explanation on what that was about?
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You talk to them about your... chip?
[ he pushes his elbows into the balcony's edge gently, his fingers meeting loose together. he saw the way he fell apart. he has no idea what a chip is beyond what spike had described in his rage. his brows are knit, concern. ]
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w3, monday -- house 2 / bedroom
regardless. he just lets out a heavy sigh, an arm under a pillow. he mumbles, doesn't even look over his shoulder. instead, he just pushes his face into the pillow. ]
Alright, I'll bite. [ it's always a surprise... ] Who's sleeping in this bed with me? Give me a hint.
[ why not? polaris gives a lazy little yawn from the floor that ends in a soft whine. ]
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How 'bout I give you three guesses, Captain?
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w3, saturday
kaeya joins him in an instant, pushes close to spike with care in unison. he rests his head with a soft thunk on spike's shoulder for a long moment, turning briefly to tuck his nose into his neck with a huff. ]
I'm going to go prematurely gray at this rate. Do you think I'll be a pretty silver fox at least?
[ his voice is tired, and when he looks at spike, his heart quietly stop clamoring around like a bird in a cage.
how terrifying.
polaris lets out another soft, wounded noise.
quietly: ]
How are you after all of that...?
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He smiles at him as he approaches, and rests his head against Kaeya's in turn, putting an arm around his shoulder.]
You'll turn all the heads in the retirement home. Talk of the town, to be sure.
[How is he doing.
Frustrated? Angry? Livid?
Really fucking tired?]
Cold, I guess. Bit weird to be linked emotionally to a kid one week and then be sending him to his death the next, right?
He deserves better.
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Week 4, Monday Morning
It's a real pain in the ass.]
Have a seat, hot stuff. [He points to the chair in front of him.]
Gotta say, I think I got a downgrade in terms of roommates.
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[ oh wow wings, now that's lucky. or inconvenient. kaeya is ogling them unapologetically for a moment, brushing past just to glance a fingertip over one before a smile breaks out onto his face and he drops himself down into the seat. his white ears twitch happily on his head as his tail wraps around himself, draping over an arm. ]
You poor thing, who did they situate you with?
[ he'll lift up a hand to catch one of the tavern workers milling about, saying he'll have the local favorite before turning back. ]
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week 4, sunday evening
Evenin'.
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when spike lands, he just offers him a tired smile. ]
Saying one last goodbye to Camebit's night sky, hm?
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w5, wednesday @ the bar post-event
[ the bar is a great place to be after this stupid event. kaeya is no longer wearing his stupid keyhole sweater because he is tired of having con-going yaoi girls following him! especially when he's going to see someone. instead he's found a very thick blue sweater and has tied his hair up into a high ponytail out of his face. he has wounds but they're not as bad as monday's so, he'll survive, nicks and cuts from adventuring today decide to ooze a bit, a little blood from an arrow nick on his throat oozing through its gauze.
he'll give spike a once over. are you bleeding anywhere he can see? does he have to worry? hrmph. slinking into the seat next to him, he'll order a sangria because he's just learned what it is and it's literally his favorite thing right now while polaris trots up to erastis and instantly presses close, muzzle to muzzle, nibbling and licking happily. ]
What sort of work did they put you to today?
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Just the man I wanted to see! [He grins. He also always wants to see Kaeya, though, so. Though, he is a little disappointed that he's turned down the thot factor, he does still look comfortable, so that's important too.]
Dog sledding. With a girl missing a leg, a girl who hates dogs, and Reze. It went pretty well. [He takes a sip of his drink.] You want anything?
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w5, thursday after cyoa return/before curfew
a victory drink. you survived. meanwhile, he's going to snuggle in for a bit, careful of any other injuries he might have. ]
Here's to you and to another night...
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I think I've certainly earned it. Didn't even die on the front doorstep either.
[He leans against Kaeya. Warm.]
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Week 5, Post-Execution
He's still mad. But he also wants to check on him, make sure he's okay, before maybe punching him again and maybe killing him. He'll decide in the car. So he just knocks on Kaeya's door.]
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he's dressed in the same clothing he wore to execution, a dark blue turtleneck darkened further with blood, trousers, boots.
his singular eye looks done. empty.
flatly, like it's meant to be a joke but kaeya is simply... deflated. ]
No thank you. I don't want two lumps. Just one is enough.
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Week 6, Tuesday Night (DATE NIGHT)
They're just walking outside the cinema, and Spike's not actually too sure what to do with himself.]
Well, that was intense. Honestly? Glad they could make it work in the end.
[In this version, Carmilla turns Laura into a vampire and they kill the rest of the family and run away together. I guess. Spike thinks it's very romantic.]
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[ let's go lesbians! kaeya will just walk beside him, polaris strolling ahead in wolf form, cleaving a path obediently. kaeya has no intended destination, but walking the shops, maybe to find somewhere warm to slink into, would be nice. ]
Is that really how it works where you're from? With vampires?
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Friday, Evening
But he's waitin'.]
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Evening, Spike.
[ polaris gives a soft grumble-bark in greeting as well. ]
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w6, saturday evening
the bottle will fit though, as kaeya extends it forward. ]
A drink? [ the bottle is sealed, foil and all, and kaeya has the means to open it here. ]
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[He grins as a greeting, delighted to see Kaeya despite everything that's just happened to them.]
Is it poisoned? Don't wanna be taking a page out of rich boy's book now, do I?
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1/2
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w7, friday night
He's not letting them all be tonight. But he can afford a few of them at least. Gently, and mildly sheepish-like, he approaches Kaeya's room and lightly taps on the door.]
...Can I come in?
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Yes. Come in.
[ his left eye is empty, the socket sagging with nothing to support it, and his right eye is luminescent blue, set against a dark sclera of stars. when he sees him, he's just sitting with polaris curled around him from behind, one eye opening to look at spike, though he's unmoving. ]
Evening.
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