[ yeah well, the lore comes because something needs to be said about this whole thing. it's weird. roman can see, just a bit of diluc's perspective. being thrust away from someone else. and while he doesn't know carmine's precise reasons, while they could be that he doesn't give a shit about him anymore, something tells him it's not quite that. roman reaches for his own wrist quietly, and for a heartbeat, he feels like he's in the bucket seat of the maserati again. a second of blinding heat, a snap at his wrist and nothing there.
the car going up in flames.
sutter and saxon screaming.
he was ready to burn alive. it'd be fitting, wouldn't it? carmine always threatened to it himself, so why not just go out with a bang? a real one? but instead of death he felt nothing on the parry forward as the jinx took hold. the flames felt warm as summer, like something inside of him had fanned out over his skinβash and orchid, a funeral on fireβkeeping it more friend than foe could ever be. ]
It's about trust, isn't it? The trust to believe that someone knows exactly what they want, even if you think that leaving is the best course of action?
[ did he do something to me? he asks himself quietly.
frozen in time, carmine's fingers around his wrist. he stares at him.
it's the first time he's touched him since... god knows when. his black, leather gloves warm against his skin.
"what is it?"
carmine releases him, practically pushes his wrist back at him.
"nothing. get out of my car." ]
Now the running away is on them entirely, but pushing people away thinking you're saving them. That's... that's not right. [ carmine probably did it because he hated him, but god if he doesn't know that kaeya's aching ] It's not the way. Doesn't fix anything. Hurts more than it helps.
So I'll ask again. Do you get it?
[ he doesn't squander the kiss on the head, the question is just true. do you understand? he turns, making it very clear he doesn't want kaeya to go anywhere. he holds his face and thumbs at his cheeks.
he presses their foreheads together carefully from where kaeya has curled so fast around him. he refuses to let him go, tangles them. please don't run away from me too. you'll never be a mistake in my book. ]
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the car going up in flames.
sutter and saxon screaming.
he was ready to burn alive. it'd be fitting, wouldn't it? carmine always threatened to it himself, so why not just go out with a bang? a real one? but instead of death he felt nothing on the parry forward as the jinx took hold. the flames felt warm as summer, like something inside of him had fanned out over his skinβash and orchid, a funeral on fireβkeeping it more friend than foe could ever be. ]
It's about trust, isn't it? The trust to believe that someone knows exactly what they want, even if you think that leaving is the best course of action?
[ did he do something to me? he asks himself quietly.
frozen in time, carmine's fingers around his wrist. he stares at him.
it's the first time he's touched him since... god knows when. his black, leather gloves warm against his skin.
"what is it?"
carmine releases him, practically pushes his wrist back at him.
"nothing. get out of my car." ]
Now the running away is on them entirely, but pushing people away thinking you're saving them. That's... that's not right. [ carmine probably did it because he hated him, but god if he doesn't know that kaeya's aching ] It's not the way. Doesn't fix anything. Hurts more than it helps.
So I'll ask again. Do you get it?
[ he doesn't squander the kiss on the head, the question is just true. do you understand? he turns, making it very clear he doesn't want kaeya to go anywhere. he holds his face and thumbs at his cheeks.
he presses their foreheads together carefully from where kaeya has curled so fast around him. he refuses to let him go, tangles them. please don't run away from me too. you'll never be a mistake in my book. ]