(catch-all) the world's smallest violin

[calla]

🧊 WHO: Kaeya and anyone
🧊 WHAT: Catch-all for the month!
🧊 WHEN: All of Jan!
🧊 WHERE: Throughout the island!
🧊 WARNINGS: smut.........

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fistborn shaqhearne

[calla]

[ With their blooming friendship, Kaeya often invites himself (often unannounced) into Trahearne's space wherever he is. This afternoon, though, he invites Trahearne into his own home for a glass of wine and talk. Nothing like alcohol to bring people together. ]

So, Marshal, what's on your mind?

[ They're currently seated at the dining table with two empty glasses. Kaeya pours a bottle of dandelion wine into both of them. ]

syrlya

[calla]

[ With the island's small population, Kaeya and Syrlya are quickly seated at their table. At Kaeya's request from earlier in the day, they've set up a quaint candlelit spot in the corner of the restaurant where they can have their privacy. Settling into the chair and looking through the menu, he glances up. ]

Would you care to join me for a glass of wine?

picnic date.................. unless??

[pyronic]

[For once, Diluc is in a relatively good mood. He's resolved to Talk to Kaeya, which is a daunting task, but continuing to let the issue fester while he stews in his feelings won't push either of them closer to a resolution. There's no time like the present, no sense in wasting time, and so Diluc has invited Kaeya on an outing with the intent to make his feelings known with no room left for doubt.

With that in mind? They're heading out on a picnic— a picnic date. Diluc made sure to tell Kaeya to dress appropriately for the occasion, and with his arms loaded up with all their picnic goodies, he isn't letting Kaeya lift a finger.

They're about halfway to their destination and Diluc has yet to realize that he's been unable to lie all day, but that's not going to change anytime soon, is it? Totally not. Kiss his ass, dramatic irony.]

...When we get there, I'll need your assistance spreading out the picnic blanket.

obedience; take two! [NSFW]

[forfeited]

[He didn't know what had possessed him to agree to take Kaeya home with him. Or had he suggested it...? He couldn't remember, the alcohol was making everything fuzzy. He was still largely cognizant-- he'd have been the first to tell Kaeya he wasn't of sound mind to make decisions if he weren't, but... Well, this didn't really feel like anything he would be abjectly against, given his penchant for making awful choices.]

[The lingering, buzzing memory of Kaeya's lips on his surely had nothing to do with it.]

[His farmhouse wasn't anything fancy. It was livable, if somewhat bare, and for some bizarre reason the turned-out underside of the topmost blanket on his bed was dizzying, unfortunately matching a stripe along the bottom of anything else made of fabric. Still, the door locked, and the bedroom had another door besides, even if he left it open in case Kaeya didn't want to feel boxed in. He sat on the corner of his bed, posture remarkably lax for as uptight as he tended to be, and toed off his loafers to nudge them alongside the foot of it.]

...so, to perhaps clear the uncertainty of the room, which of the sexual squares are you after, here? [God how can he still be so pretentious when drunk??]