[ kaeya is using a slightly dulled down stave that he's found to quite casually practice some sword forms. he's got a very smooth motion to him with each and every strike, is light on his feet, and in general seems quite good at what he does--if only he had a sword proper, tbh.
behind him, polaris is in wolf form, sniffing around the courtyard quite curiously. when alisaie is passing through the area, his ears prick upwards and he he makes a noise, a sharp little bark, padding forward to greet alisaie's daemon. ]
Polaris, please. Stop harassing every person that walks through here.
[Honestly, when she comes upon him she'll just stop and watch for a little bit--or, she would, were her presence not noticed so quickly by his daemon. Her own daemon is in its small black-footed cat form, and its ears go back as the wolf nears it. NOT LIKE THIS BUDDY???? It leaps and catches its claws in the leather of her bag, clawing its way up to perch on top of it.]
Really, Taf? You could be bigger than he is if you chose.
[But since their presence has been noted, she'll nod to Kaeya.]
It's all right. Taf can be just as bad when he's a tonberry.
[ polaris is an idiot, but a friendly idiot. kaeya's soul is a creature that doesn't seem to want to stop reaching out, giving one last little chuff before tilting his head. ]
Though you can't just drop the name of some sort of animal I don't know and leave it at that. What's a tonberry?
[ he'll just carefully set the stave over his shoulders, drape his arms on it. ]
[ wherever alisaie might be, kaeya has settled in nearby with polaris in wolf form. truth is, he thought he was blissfully alone at first, maybe in the decrepit gardens with their sun and glass and overgrowth. the shard of glass he's been keeping close has been exposed! so badly! he really needs to take better care of it, or yet, figure out how to destroy it. but a part of him doesn't even want to.
polaris is doing... well. whatever form of self-soothing a daemon can, and by self-soothing, i mean pushing his face into kaeya's and licking at his cheek, pushing into his lap even though he's far too big for it. all the fooling around causes the glass to slip against his fingers and plunges alisaie and him both back into this memory with a crack of thunder. ]
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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. ]
[Alisaie had thought to take refuge in the gardens too, away from the others where she wouldn't be at risk of experiencing any more memories or having her own dragged out in the open for all to see. They've all of them experienced so much pain, so much loss, grief and sorrow and terror thrown naked into the world for anyone to share. For someone such as her, who feels it as though it's written on her own heart, it's almost too much to bear--and so she hides away.
But the gardens aren't safe either, and the vision takes her with such a force that it's almost hard to breathe as she lives it, as she looks at Diluc (she barely knows him, and yet he's her brother, her sworn brother, and the way he looks at her cuts deeper than any words he could have said) and as he attacks her here in the crashing thunder and pouring rain.
She's alone, will be alone, forsaken and cold and isolated for as long as she might continue to live. When the vision ends Alisaie finds she's on her knees, her hands pressed to her mouth to stifle the horror and sadness that threatens to erupt out of her with a cry.
This was not something she was meant to see.
It's the brush of a sandpapery tongue that finally brings her out of her stupor, Taf in his black-footed cat form trying to get her attention.]
Thank you, Taf.
[She rises to her feet... and goes to find the source of all that she's just witnessed.]
Kaeya? [She finds him with Polaris and although she doesn't want to interrupt him, it's important she tell him that his secret has been witnessed.]
I recognize the insensitivity in saying so, but you weren't alone when that memory was triggered.
[ kaeya hears alisaie's voice and at once both he and polaris stop, turning towards her with three blue eyes. he looks tired, the shard abandoned on the bench out of sheer frustration as he looks at her, sees the remnants in her kindness that she's just been put through the same damn horrible thing that the stupid glass shard holds. ]
Alisaie.
[ he drops the miss, polaris' head is heavy in his lap as he slowly strokes over his ears. ]
I'm sorry for... inflicting that on you. I should really have done more than a once over of the place.
[ kaeya doesn't apologize, not easily, but he feels as though his ribs have been pulled open wide for the world to see and thankfully it's just alisaie, but also it's alisaie and she's not just alisaie. ]
[This week has been a weird one so far, but hello Kaeya! Fancy seeing you here! Alisaie's just going to invite herself on over to sit, don't worry about it]
Why is it that you refuse to leave any pillows for the rest of us?
Perhaps I want people to come take part in my incredibly wonderful pillow nest!
[ as if she isn't already having a seat right there on pillow mountain. just as planned. he's sitting up with a grin, polaris as a wolf draped over his lap and already at attention, tail wagging happily. ]
[Yeah, she'll give him shit for it, but she also doesn't mind. Kaeya's a good sort. As she carefully takes a seat--she's still blind, even though she's been trying not to advertise that fact--Taf hops down to her lap to greet Polaris, the small cat he'd been the first time they spoke.]
I see--'tis subterfuge. You know you could simply ask?
[She smiles in his direction to ensure it's recognized as the joke it was meant as.]
[ kaeya's making his careful rounds to everyone, including alisaie. the day has been one of heaviness and woe, anxiety and panic, and his stomach feels like it's full of stones. wherever she might be, he and polaris are there. his boots jingle softly as he makes his way over to her and speaks before fully approaching. ]
[Why is the jingling of his boots endearing...? Somehow it is, and as he approaches she lifts her head to look in his direction, trying to summon up a tired smile.]
[ a new week, a new bed, a new roommate. kaeya wakes and frankly doesn't expect? alisaie to be there next to him in this very sizable bed, but there she is! he also didn't expect to feel something soft underneath him? he reaches and? pulls a tail from beneath the blankets. ]
Oh! [ reaching over, he gently pushes on the mattress beside her while polaris, giving a yawn and a stretch seeks to nose taf to awareness so as to avoid giving his soul counterpart a surprise. ]
Good morning, Alisaie, we've arrived.
[ he doesn't know it yet but he has a pair of white ears? on his head, twitching excitedly. ]
[Alisaie's usually an early riser, so it doesn't take much to rouse Taf! She follows a moment after, making a little noise of acknowledgement at his words. And then--]
Kaeya?
[Not who she was expecting, but this is hardly a bad surprise either. Alisaie sits upright, her own new ears flicking as she takes in the strange feedback she's suddenly getting (they match!!! ...Almost; Alisaie's are simply white). She frowns, reaching up to where her ears ought to be..... and feeling farther up until her fingers finally brush the large earring she always wears in its new location, and then fur.
It's probably a funny sight, the way her ears perk and rotate of their own accord, her new tail lashing in shock.]
What is this? You cannot mean to tell me we've all become miqo'te now?!
[Kaeya had better be in the room tonight because SHE HAS BEEN WATCHING YOU RUNNING YOURSELF RAGGED ALL OVER TOWN BUDDY >:( get ur ass back here and get some rest; if need be she'll hunt him down and demand he go back to the tavern.]
Kaeya... I'm not going to ask if you're all right; I know you aren't.
[ she's caught him and brought him back to their room. kaeya stares at the bed in loathing already, predicting a sleepless night and a terrible morning prior to the trial. still... it looks good too as polaris gives a long slow stretch and lets out a quiet whine.
he glances over at her. ]
You as well... one of the first to respond when the second group returned to us...
[ his face is blank a moment before he shakes his head. he looks at the bed, to her, then at the bed again, ears pricked forward. ]
[ alisaie gets a few quick raps on her door this morning, however when she opens it, kaeya's face is not smiling!!! he does, however, have two hot mugs of tea in his hands, holding one out to her.
tucked behind his ear is a dark pencil, eyeliner. ]
[ what's good, here's kaeya and he's brought! bottle of wine with him. it's off to the side as he just is throwing.
empty bottles.
into the hot tub.
yeet. polaris meanwhile is just flopped into his lap, large and hanging off with his paws just dangling into the edge of the hot tub. kaeya eventually will stop, but it looks like he's just lined up bottles and keeps. hucking them right in. just one. two. three. fish them out. one. two. three.
the force of the splash they make feels good. they've already bloodied the entire hotel so... no need to make matters worse before they're spirited away into the night without paying their dues. ]
[ did u know kaeya has been bringing people here since monday? he has! surprise, alisaie, YOU'RE NEXT. ]
Since the desire came out of your mouth. And since I'm such a good salesman, I mean, really.
[ he's just standing off to the side of her chair in the small piercing room. they're just waiting for the lovely tattooed lady to return to them after she'd room them both. ]
The young woman who did mine was just so incredibly handsome, I couldn't help but decide that this is precisely what you should be doing with your time right now. You will have no regrets.
[ running around running around running around uhh /throws dart
hey ali, we're in star circle now and the lights are too bright, retina-singing, but you know, we do what we can. kaeya is sitting at some outdoor ice cream booth when he sees alisaie doing her distracted speed walk. ]
Ali.
[ he calls over the din. polaris slinks out from under the table and barks. ]
[ the evening is cool, the fire is rising high, and kaeya is sitting beside it, slowly sharpening his sword. at his hip, his vision glows a soft, cool blue. polaris merely rests, curled up into a tight, white wolf ball beside him.
when alisaie is near, he pauses a moment, then lifts his hand. attention. ]
[This conversation has been a long time coming, hasn't it...?
Alisaie pauses similarly when he finally speaks her name, the first time they've really acknowledged each other beyond what's been necessary during everything else. She hasn't been certain he wanted to talk to her, to be honest, and she's... well. For as much as she accused Rochalízo of being a coward, maybe she's been one too.]
...Yes, of course.
[She'll come over and join him by the fire, settling Taf into her lap and resting her hand on his back.]
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w1, thursday before curfew - in the courtyard
behind him, polaris is in wolf form, sniffing around the courtyard quite curiously. when alisaie is passing through the area, his ears prick upwards and he he makes a noise, a sharp little bark, padding forward to greet alisaie's daemon. ]
Polaris, please. Stop harassing every person that walks through here.
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Really, Taf? You could be bigger than he is if you chose.
[But since their presence has been noted, she'll nod to Kaeya.]
It's all right. Taf can be just as bad when he's a tonberry.
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[ polaris is an idiot, but a friendly idiot. kaeya's soul is a creature that doesn't seem to want to stop reaching out, giving one last little chuff before tilting his head. ]
Though you can't just drop the name of some sort of animal I don't know and leave it at that. What's a tonberry?
[ he'll just carefully set the stave over his shoulders, drape his arms on it. ]
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w2, tuesday
polaris is doing... well. whatever form of self-soothing a daemon can, and by self-soothing, i mean pushing his face into kaeya's and licking at his cheek, pushing into his lap even though he's far too big for it. all the fooling around causes the glass to slip against his fingers and plunges alisaie and him both back into this memory with a crack of thunder. ]
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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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But the gardens aren't safe either, and the vision takes her with such a force that it's almost hard to breathe as she lives it, as she looks at Diluc (she barely knows him, and yet he's her brother, her sworn brother, and the way he looks at her cuts deeper than any words he could have said) and as he attacks her here in the crashing thunder and pouring rain.
She's alone, will be alone, forsaken and cold and isolated for as long as she might continue to live. When the vision ends Alisaie finds she's on her knees, her hands pressed to her mouth to stifle the horror and sadness that threatens to erupt out of her with a cry.
This was not something she was meant to see.
It's the brush of a sandpapery tongue that finally brings her out of her stupor, Taf in his black-footed cat form trying to get her attention.]
Thank you, Taf.
[She rises to her feet... and goes to find the source of all that she's just witnessed.]
Kaeya? [She finds him with Polaris and although she doesn't want to interrupt him, it's important she tell him that his secret has been witnessed.]
I recognize the insensitivity in saying so, but you weren't alone when that memory was triggered.
I'm sorry for intruding.
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Alisaie.
[ he drops the miss, polaris' head is heavy in his lap as he slowly strokes over his ears. ]
I'm sorry for... inflicting that on you. I should really have done more than a once over of the place.
[ kaeya doesn't apologize, not easily, but he feels as though his ribs have been pulled open wide for the world to see and thankfully it's just alisaie, but also it's alisaie and she's not just alisaie. ]
It's a terrible memory.
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w3, wednesday
Why is it that you refuse to leave any pillows for the rest of us?
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[ as if she isn't already having a seat right there on pillow mountain. just as planned. he's sitting up with a grin, polaris as a wolf draped over his lap and already at attention, tail wagging happily. ]
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I see--'tis subterfuge. You know you could simply ask?
[She smiles in his direction to ensure it's recognized as the joke it was meant as.]
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w3, saturday post-trial
There you are... Alisaie...
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Kaeya.
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That was truly terrible, wasn't it?
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w4, monday -- and they were ROOMMATES
Oh! [ reaching over, he gently pushes on the mattress beside her while polaris, giving a yawn and a stretch seeks to nose taf to awareness so as to avoid giving his soul counterpart a surprise. ]
Good morning, Alisaie, we've arrived.
[ he doesn't know it yet but he has a pair of white ears? on his head, twitching excitedly. ]
oh my god they were roommates!!!
Kaeya?
[Not who she was expecting, but this is hardly a bad surprise either. Alisaie sits upright, her own new ears flicking as she takes in the strange feedback she's suddenly getting (they match!!! ...Almost; Alisaie's are simply white). She frowns, reaching up to where her ears ought to be..... and feeling farther up until her fingers finally brush the large earring she always wears in its new location, and then fur.
It's probably a funny sight, the way her ears perk and rotate of their own accord, her new tail lashing in shock.]
What is this? You cannot mean to tell me we've all become miqo'te now?!
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w4, friday night
Kaeya... I'm not going to ask if you're all right; I know you aren't.
We'll figure out what happened.
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he glances over at her. ]
You as well... one of the first to respond when the second group returned to us...
[ his face is blank a moment before he shakes his head. he looks at the bed, to her, then at the bed again, ears pricked forward. ]
So I'll cut you a deal. I'll rest if you rest.
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w5, thursday morning
tucked behind his ear is a dark pencil, eyeliner. ]
Alisaie... might we speak in private?
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Of course. Come in.
Is aught amiss?
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w5, sunday night
empty bottles.
into the hot tub.
yeet. polaris meanwhile is just flopped into his lap, large and hanging off with his paws just dangling into the edge of the hot tub. kaeya eventually will stop, but it looks like he's just lined up bottles and keeps. hucking them right in. just one. two. three. fish them out. one. two. three.
the force of the splash they make feels good. they've already bloodied the entire hotel so... no need to make matters worse before they're spirited away into the night without paying their dues. ]
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Maybe not so good for working out your frustration. Those bottles could break, and then where would we be...]
...Should you have asked, the bar is quite willing to provide ice. It's less likely to shatter.
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w6, tuesday
How did I let you convince me to do this again...?
[Uncertain...........]
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Since the desire came out of your mouth. And since I'm such a good salesman, I mean, really.
[ he's just standing off to the side of her chair in the small piercing room. they're just waiting for the lovely tattooed lady to return to them after she'd room them both. ]
The young woman who did mine was just so incredibly handsome, I couldn't help but decide that this is precisely what you should be doing with your time right now. You will have no regrets.
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w6, post trial
hey ali, we're in star circle now and the lights are too bright, retina-singing, but you know, we do what we can. kaeya is sitting at some outdoor ice cream booth when he sees alisaie doing her distracted speed walk. ]
Ali.
[ he calls over the din. polaris slinks out from under the table and barks. ]
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This was a rough trial for them both, wasn't it?
So she'll head over his way, and she'll take a seat without a word, looking up at him.]
...What are we going to do, Kaeya?
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w7, probably final preparation before they leave @ camp
when alisaie is near, he pauses a moment, then lifts his hand. attention. ]
Miss Alisaie, do you have a moment?
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Alisaie pauses similarly when he finally speaks her name, the first time they've really acknowledged each other beyond what's been necessary during everything else. She hasn't been certain he wanted to talk to her, to be honest, and she's... well. For as much as she accused Rochalízo of being a coward, maybe she's been one too.]
...Yes, of course.
[She'll come over and join him by the fire, settling Taf into her lap and resting her hand on his back.]
What is it, Kaeya?
fucking. kicks my leg in here.
sprawls across this pc
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