but yeah fukken help me! diluc is very palpably surprised, because it's such a distinctly familiar feeling. maybe not entirely the same (me like lukerosa is actual canon, luckae is... is SOMETHING), but it's enough that it immediately draws out similar memories of his own (void montage time):
it's raining, and a small, dark-haired child shivers 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.
...when they're spat out of the void(s) again, diluc is quiet. ]
There are so many flashes of memory, but they're all so distinct--easy to get swept up in. If Luke wasn't living through them, he'd feel such similar nostalgia, fondness intertwined with heartache. Memories of much simpler times, back when none of them--Luke, Rosa, Diluc, or this other boy--knew where they'd be today.
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WE'RE GETTING CANCELLED ON SOCMED TONIGHT LADS!!
but yeah fukken help me! diluc is very palpably surprised, because it's such a distinctly familiar feeling. maybe not entirely the same (me like lukerosa is actual canon, luckae is... is SOMETHING), but it's enough that it immediately draws out similar memories of his own (void montage time):
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.
...when they're spat out of the void(s) again, diluc is quiet. ]
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There are so many flashes of memory, but they're all so distinct--easy to get swept up in. If Luke wasn't living through them, he'd feel such similar nostalgia, fondness intertwined with heartache. Memories of much simpler times, back when none of them--Luke, Rosa, Diluc, or this other boy--knew where they'd be today.
The memories end. And, gently:]
Who was that?