It's An Honest Observation, One That Many Tend To Make, But Diluc Can't Help But Snort. He Covers His

it's an honest observation, one that many tend to make, but diluc can't help but snort. he covers his mouth as he regains his composure, then he clears his throat.

"not to be arrogant, but believe me, barbatos doesn't bless the wine." 'he just drinks it all' he mutters under his breath. it's a sweet sentiment from those who look up to the anemo god, but diluc knows very well that 'barbatos' isn't responsible for the wines' fame.

@noctuafought // ❤️ // Zhongli

      "They say the wine within Mondstadt is one of the best within Teyvat as it's favoured and even potentially blessed by their own 'God'." Favoured? Something he knew. Barbatos always did love to have a drink or ten. But blessing the wine? Highly unlikely.

      But he liked to poke and prode. See what responses humans gave to sililar questions. See what their thoughts and opinions where about it. It did make interacting with humans all the more interesting in the end.

the voice that travels to his ears sends a flood of ice through his body, stomach churning into knots. he raises his head, locking eyes with who he believes is the most dangerous harbinger.

stiffening, diluc stares him down, watching childe's every move. he doesn't know everything about the fatui, but he knows enough: he's aware of who each of the harbingers are and he knows their power level.

needless to say, one of his hands clenches ever so slightly when the ginger approaches the bar. he knows he can't make a scene, can't leap across the bar like he feels like doing and taking care of this fatui scum, but he knows his place. he can't afford to tank his reputation.

taking a deep breath to school himself, he gives a tight smile to the other.

"coming right up." he drolls out, turning to fetch a glass and pouring the requested wine. he slides the drink over to the harbinger, crimson eyes ablaze.

@noctuafought liked for a g.enshin starter! [ diluc & childe ]

"Now I've heard the stories about you..."

There's something audacious about walking into the bar of Diluc Ragnvindr and annoucing such a statement, and yet with the pleasant smile on his face and mora in hand, Childe appears the impeccable first time customer. He spares a moment to glance around the room, taking in the atmosphere before he returns his steady gaze back to the redhead behind the bar.

"Finest wine in Mondstadt, right? I look forward to trying!" Though his words seem genuine there is a sense of something more going on here, not just a Snezhnayan traveller out to taste Dandelion Wine as the surface might suggest. He's careful to control his expression, however, curious as to how much the proclaimed enemy of the Fatui knows, eager to see how much of what he has learnt is true.

If so, he might just have found a promising rival to battle. One who might be able to sate the itch beneath his skin for a time...

he huffs in feigned annoyance at the hint that it isn't enough. he affectionately flicks venti's forehead, other arm wrapping around his petite waist.

"hmm... let you be addicted to my wine, or my kisses. i think i'll take the latter." he comments, though he can't deny that he also likes kissing venti. it feels like floating on a cloud. ignoring the fact that venti happens to represent freedom, diluc could say that he does indeed feel a sense of freedom and a light heart when he's with the bard.

he can't help rolling his eyes and sighing at the attempt at buttering him up, but he knows when venti is toying with him, and this time doesn't seem to be the case.

he sighs and steps closer to venti. cupping the bard's cheeks, he guides the shorter male as he leans down, pressing their lips together in a slow but meaningful kiss.

he pulls back moments later, giving venti's cheeks a gentle stroke of his thumbs before he finally breaks away entirely.

"happy?" he asks.

🌙 — because pokemon had me sobbing the other day, gonna be making a pokemon verse for dilulu 🩵

one day, diluc is just gonna bite someone.

Diluven good