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𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 and utterly 𝒑𝒆𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 ic. megahertzmaroon

"Sleeping in the nude is hardly common back... north." The word 'home' almost slips in, sour and wrong. It was inevitable, he supposes, that the habits of the Northland would one day become his own... But logic makes it no more comfortable. His face scrunches as his hand is yanked away, -

Diluc Ragnvindr@noctua-luminis.bsky.social · 2mo ago

"What the hell was that—" Diluc cut him off, smiling. It's a genuine smile, one that's half mocking and half amused. Listening to Dottore rambling like one of those purple prose books made him snort and shake his head. "Didn't you think that I could be in an inappropriate state to receive you?" »

᯽◞ A circle. Then another. Left ten paces. Right fifteen. Back a step, eyes trained on the ground. The man walks aimlessly through the expanse of an empty field. One step, two—before stopping entirely to reorient himself, as if unsure which direction he wishes to proceed.

“The Anemo Archon themself escorted me through your open window and demanded that I watch over your weak, prone form… Sleeping beauty demands a watchful knight in shining… eh.” The rambling joke fizzles out with a wave of his hand, carmine eyes rolling at his own idiocy. “… Adelinde. Obviously.”

Diluc Ragnvindr@noctua-luminis.bsky.social · 2mo ago

A voice. The sound of Dottore calling his name snaps his senses, flaming eyes open and ready to face immediate danger. Diluc sits up, looking for the source of the voice and almost crashes against Dottore. With a surprised yelp, he pulled the sheets, very much self conscious of his nudity. »

ㅤ 𝐼, 𝑇𝘩𝑜𝑚𝑎, 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑝𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑦𝑎𝑙𝑡𝑦, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑛𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝘩𝑎𝑡. ㅤ

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A sight for sore eyes indeed… Carmine eyes drink in the sight greedily, shameless as they adoringly trace the lines of his form. His mask rests on the bedside table, surrounded by the dim glow of lampgrass. Dottore sighs, palms splaying across the bedsheets. It’s tempting to slot himself -

Diluc Ragnvindr@noctua-luminis.bsky.social · 2mo ago

The redhead barely felt the man's presence, fast asleep as he is. The man stirs in the bed, allowing his curls to cascade all over the sheets, like a river of fire. He turns, facing the sun until its warmth shakes him awake. "..." He still hasn't noticed the man in the bedroom yet, stretching »