diluc's expression quiets a little (it was already nonexistent), but he nods.
and then lucien gets a montage:
the memory begins with rain, and a small, dark-haired child shivering near the fireplace of the manor. you turn to your father questioningly, and he tells you this boy is to stay with the ragnvindrs. your sworn brother.
the rain fades into a sunny picture of childhood, two young boys running between rows of grapevines, their laughter chiming bright. the same children camped on a sandy beach, hunting for seashells as the summer waves lap at their toes.
and then a little older, though not by much—diluc attempting to sneak into the wine cellar to steal some dandelion wine, dragging kaeya in tow and sending him to distract the head housemaid. it's a poorly-contrived attempt, diluc's head of fiery curls clearly peeking out from around the corner as he gestures fervently to his brother, in an attempt to guide him through the ruse.
...they end up scrubbing down all the wine barrels in the cellar that night, for their innocent crimes.
more images: training together under the knights of favonius, expeditions to wolvendom and starfell valley. laughter and bruises, harvests at the winery, festivals and windblumes. the two of you are inseparable, to the delight and exasperation of many.
it all comes to an end when you turn 18.
the memory ends with rain and ice. blood spills down your brother's face from where you'd nearly taken out his eye. frost coats your lungs painfully and pries the claymore from your hands—the shock helps, too. the grass around you is burnt even in the downpour, the ashes of your fury mixing into mud.
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diluc's expression quiets a little (it was already nonexistent), but he nods.
and then lucien gets a montage:
the rain fades into a sunny picture of childhood, two young boys running between rows of grapevines, their laughter chiming bright. the same children camped on a sandy beach, hunting for seashells as the summer waves lap at their toes.
and then a little older, though not by much—diluc attempting to sneak into the wine cellar to steal some dandelion wine, dragging kaeya in tow and sending him to distract the head housemaid. it's a poorly-contrived attempt, diluc's head of fiery curls clearly peeking out from around the corner as he gestures fervently to his brother, in an attempt to guide him through the ruse.
...they end up scrubbing down all the wine barrels in the cellar that night, for their innocent crimes.
more images: training together under the knights of favonius, expeditions to wolvendom and starfell valley. laughter and bruises, harvests at the winery, festivals and windblumes. the two of you are inseparable, to the delight and exasperation of many.
it all comes to an end when you turn 18.
the memory ends with rain and ice. blood spills down your brother's face from where you'd nearly taken out his eye. frost coats your lungs painfully and pries the claymore from your hands—the shock helps, too. the grass around you is burnt even in the downpour, the ashes of your fury mixing into mud.
...the memory ends abruptly.
diluc is... frowning visibly, now. ]