dreamemers | texts from last night

I know, but... I can't stand the thought of you feeling unwell all by yourself at home.

[He can't blame her for that. If the situation were reversed, he'd feel the same.]

Thank you, beloved. I'll see you soon.

[ And now comes the part where we disregard the assignment and turn this into an action thread... ]

Diluc?

[ She'll make her way over to wherever he's chosen to lay down as soon as she gets home, of course. ]

I'm home, moonlight.

[Hey, you know how he was coherent over text? That was the result of painstaking effort. He's wasted, and currently sprawled out face down on the couch.]

Hi.

[ She's just. Going to kneel on the floor by the couch and pat his head very gently. ]

Hello... Do you want to rest your head in my lap instead? Would that help?

[He turns his head to face her, face flushed as he gives her a smile. Archons, he's so happy to see her despite his attempts to not be a bother to her.]

You're so beautiful.

[ Ah. She smiles back at him, of course, though there's a bit of amusement behind it. ]

Oh, I see now. You're still drunk, hm?

I am.

[He slides off the couch onto the floor in an entirely ungraceful motion and wraps his arms around her.]

You smell like flowers.

Oop—!

[ She barely manages to keep him from toppling the both of them over into a heap on the floor by wrapping her arms around him in turn. ]

Do I? It's not too much for you right now, is it?

No, it's perfect. You're perfect.

[Don't mind him, he's just going to bury his face in her hair.]

The room's still spinning. But you're here.

[ He's... so drunk but also being so sweet... She can't help but chuckle. ]

This is no good, moonlight... If you're so dizzy, then you should be lying down, not trying to sit like this.

mmmfine

[His face is still in her hair.]

Good. I'm going to move us onto the couch, okay, sweetheart?

[ First, she turns her head to kiss his forehead. Then, she very slowly and carefully goes about moving him back onto the couch, lifting him up onto it with her ~secret strength~ and then maneuvering herself to sit such that he can be laying down with his head in her lap. ]

There. Is that better?

[It's a good thing she's strong, because he's practically boneless as she pulls him up onto the couch. The movement causes his stomach to lurch a bit from disorientation, but after his head is in her lap and he has a few moments to re-center himself the nausea passes.]

I think so.

[ oh thank god he doesn't throw up on her... She really should have done this from the start, but she'd wanted to get a sense of where he was at, first. Now that she knows he's having quite a tough time of things, she's going to gently rest her hand on his forehead and cast Lesser Restoration. It won't get rid of the drunkenness entirely, but it should at least help with the worst of it. ]

And... How about now?

[Ori places her hand on his head, and somehow that manages to stop the room from spinning. He still feels off, but there's definite improvement.]

That's better.

[He takes her hand and brings it to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of it.]

I don't deserve you.

Hey...

[ She leans down a bit to bring her face as close as she can to his, given their current positioning. ]

Don't say things like that... You wouldn't say that the moon doesn't deserve its stars, would you?

That's different.

[It's not.]

You're so magnificent, and I'm drunk...

You're very drunk, kitten.

[ She sits back up and starts rubbing his head gently. ]

But you don't even need to be drunk to use words like "magnificent" to describe someone, do you? You're so sweet.

No 'mnot.

[He lets the gesture comfort him, closing his eyes and exhaling deeply.]

Only to you. And Thoma. But he's not here, so only you.

[ She just chuckles again because. Yes he is. ]

Ahh... I see. Of course! I would agree, though. Thoma is magnificent, too. We were very lucky to be with him, hm?

We were. I miss him.

I know, moonlight. I miss him, too...

I hope he's doing well in Inazuma.

I'm sure he is. The Kamisatos are good to him.

[His voice is becoming more and more of a mumble. He may or may not be starting to ~~pass out~~ fall asleep in her lap.]

[ She picks up on that, and keeps stroking her fingers through his hair to soothe his head. ]

Hmm... Maybe I should let Mister Van Zieks know that we won't be making it to work today...

[ She'd much rather make sure that Diluc gets to rest and recover, after all. ]

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