@owIfeather "hey!” there’s disrespect, so they think, in the way they’re grabbed and their words ignored.
"you think you can just drag me around —?” harbinger rank means nothing to this man, how unfortunate.
i swallow it raw. every tear, every sound of grief that might try to fall from my lips. it tastes like flesh, like blood. like i might be lying to myself about not missing you.
@owIfeather fingers tapping on arms while crossed. "you’re one to talk.” his outfit it is nearly always the same too! "that manner of dressing combined with a pyro vision surely results in overheating.”
a very vocal, unfiltered "hmph!”. "i’m a harbinger, what else do you propose i wear?”
@owIfeather they’re asleep before the touches are even felt. sleep is a vulnerability they used to be too on edge for, and yet diluc is comforting. they let out a calm sigh, weight resting against the other.