[ what he wants, hm? it's a difficult question for him to answer, even just as a casual aside; he's never thought about what he wants, never truly dwelled on it, because it's never mattered. khaenri'ans dream of dreaming, a cyclical paradox keeping them trapped in their own eternal mist, and kaeya's dreams are perhaps the most impossible of all. he wants to go back to those idyllic days of their youth when they believed their bond strong enough to conquer any obstacles in their way; he wants to move forward with the two of them finally on equal ground to the cruel realities of this world. he wants justice for the atrocities committed against his people; he wants his people to stay buried underground forever so they don't disturb the peace diluc has dedicated his life to protecting. he wants diluc to trust him unconditionally again, to look at him with the same dazzling affection that had once shone so brilliantly in his eyes; he wants diluc to stay as far away from him as possible, to keep his throat away from this twisted creature of venom and ice that will only drag anyone that comes too close down into the abyss with him.
he wants to go home, and he doesn't have the faintest clue of where that is.
the invisible waiter interrupts his musings, plonking down a refill of juice and a massive fishbowl of dubiously neon blue liquor complete with little candy fishes. perhaps mistakenly believing that no single person could possibly consume this much alcohol in one sitting, someone has placed two swizzle straws into the bowl. glancing at this monstrosity, he lets out a wry chuckle under his breath before nudging it towards the middle of the table. ]
Come now, you've had plenty of experience with these sorts of diplomatic negotiations to know how this goes. Drink with me, Master Diluc, and I'll tell you what I've learned.
[ he's not actually out to get diluc drunk - even he knows the importance of keeping their wits about them while in unfamiliar territory. but just watching the guy have to take a sip of what honestly looks like it might be radioactive alcohol is enough of a petty victory for him. ]
no subject
he wants to go home, and he doesn't have the faintest clue of where that is.
the invisible waiter interrupts his musings, plonking down a refill of juice and a massive fishbowl of dubiously neon blue liquor complete with little candy fishes. perhaps mistakenly believing that no single person could possibly consume this much alcohol in one sitting, someone has placed two swizzle straws into the bowl. glancing at this monstrosity, he lets out a wry chuckle under his breath before nudging it towards the middle of the table. ]
Come now, you've had plenty of experience with these sorts of diplomatic negotiations to know how this goes. Drink with me, Master Diluc, and I'll tell you what I've learned.
[ he's not actually out to get diluc drunk - even he knows the importance of keeping their wits about them while in unfamiliar territory. but just watching the guy have to take a sip of what honestly looks like it might be radioactive alcohol is enough of a petty victory for him. ]