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ʟᴜᴍɪɴᴇ ([personal profile] luminate) wrote2022-08-13 12:48 am

modern au shenanigans!!

[ from here.

zhongli will be happy to know that things are, in fact, hygienic. save perhaps for the dirty dishes. like as not her trash needs to go out, also..

nevertheless! she knows very well that he is teasing, but she falls for the fake guilt trip regardless, quickly taking the few steps between them to throw herself against his back, her arms winding tight around his middle, and as she presses her face into his coat, she smiles. he feels warm and familiar, and already she is so thankful that he agreed to see her tonight, despite his rather considerable workload. ]


Please. Don't think you're getting out of this so easily!

[ how long has it been since last she'd been able to see him, anyway? they keep in contact daily, but they're both so damnably busy that it's difficult to find the time, despite the fact that they live in the same city. the end of semester crunch is quite brutal. lumine laughs, light and musical, and she would hook her chin over his shoulder if not for their substantial difference in height - instead she nudges her nose to his shoulderblade. he agreed to keep her company tonight, there's nothing he could say or do to get himself out of it, now! her voice softens. ]

No matter how cute you are when you pout. Are you upset that I greeted the food before you?

[ she's just so hungry. ]
pillar: (🔸 027)

[personal profile] pillar 2022-08-16 06:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ for lumine be so inimitably guarded and still allow the observant and ever-perceptive zhongli to hold such a stark presence in her life—it was a happy anomaly for them both. zhongli had an idea that lumine needed this sort of presence in her life, just as he needed her light in his, a comet finding company in a wayward shooting star.

when she grasps his shirt and squeezes, zhongli's grip slowly tightens around her. she was strong, yet she seems so narrow as she pushes her forehead against him. he waits, raising his hand to settle it against the back of her hair. her words are watery, her sniffs sharp and staccato. he can feel some hot tears seeping into his shirt; he ignores it.

a moment of quiet, and then zhongli gently takes her by the shoulders. he draws away from her, enough to offer a warm smile. he could say more about the aether situation. that can be saved for another, less fragile time. ]


Allow me to bring the plates and silverware. You can take a seat.
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[personal profile] pillar 2022-08-16 10:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ he meets her weak smile with a mild one of his own before she goes obediently into the living room. he knows it would be in her nature to be obstinate; it's sad how this would be called "spoiling" for her, but zhongli is happy to give even the barest comfort.

he follows after her shortly, silverware and wine opener stacked on the plates. two wine glasses are held carefully in one hand, crossed at the necks. a paper towel is folded between two of his fingers, which he offers to her before sitting down. ]


For your eyes. I'll open the wine for us. Would you like to watch something as we eat?

( which we can time skip through till we get to the drinking! unless you wanna play it out! )
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[personal profile] pillar 2022-08-18 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ the situation with aether and lumine is always silently lurking, a spectre laying its weight on lumine's shoulders. she's smiling and sweet as ever again, happily distracted as they eat and catch up and while away the evening together. zhongli can still see the slacking in her shoulders and the moments where her gaze slides away from himself or the tv, unseeing as her grief briefly takes hold. she looks at him and is herself all over again, just as he remembers, and there's a warm glow in his heart.

it's both sweet and sullen, though zhongli makes no show of it. not for now. maybe when they're deeper into the evening, when their drunkenness ebbs and the velvet dark of night reaches into them and coaxes out their secrets. what would she tell him? and what might he admit to?

instead he smiles, jokes, discusses, clears the table, uncorks more wine. the buzz of the wine gently creeps into his temples; the alcohol content is heavy, even for him.

anyway, it's laundry time. (thankfully her unmentionables were already picked out of her laundry and placed in an opaque mesh bag, which she'd already deposited in her room.) zhongli smiles and takes a long, steady drink of his wine. he's getting a little more reckless with how he tips back his glass. is it even safe to drink red wine when you're doing laundry? probably not.

zhongli slips out a pair of shorts from the basket. he searches the pockets, as he's done with each pair of pants he's brought out, and he pulls out a dollar bill folded into fourths and a stick of chapstick. he leaves them in his palm, looking back to lumine with a smile. ]


I believe that two drinks are in order.

[ they may just barely make it to the end of the basket, but who knows. he lays the items on the coffee table. ]

I remember how you would sometimes search your pockets and always manage to draw something from them that you'd forgotten about. I wonder if I should have brought an extra bottle for tonight.
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[personal profile] pillar 2022-08-18 06:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he pasta way...

zhongli's smile grows during the chapstick debacle. she's so cute.

she's right about the wine quality. at least zhongli might not mention that it's up to par out of sheer politeness to her. beggars can't be choosers, and zhongli doesn't get drunk often. he would only do so with someone he trusted—and more for the sake of comradery than anything else. she won't be getting drunk alone tonight.

zhongli takes his two long drinks and then carefully, slowly rests his glass back on his coaster. he watches the staggering lumine struggling with the camisole, and with a fond look in his eye, he walks over to her. ]


Here.

[ he leans down and, gently knocking his shoulders to hers, he reaches for her hands. he picks the camisole from her fingertips, palms resting on her knuckles, and he gently draws it away.

there's a gentle warmth where they briefly touched. her hands are soft. ]


I wonder about your alleged victory in this game. You know that I drink wine often.
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[personal profile] pillar 2022-08-18 07:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ that wide and true smile on her face—not any mask of her true emotions at all, but deep, genuine mirth—is infectious. it almost coaxes free a rare smile, parting his lips to show the glint of teeth. before he can offer that to her, she grasps his arm and pulls him back onto the couch.

his smile falls away from the surprise, the camisole still caught in his hand. he looks over to her at his side, wrapped tightly around his arm with her warm cheek on his shoulder.

her hands are chilled from the wine. he acts on his inclination to raise his free hand and place it over one of hers. his hand is large and warm, showing only a strip of skin on her wrist and her fingertips.

he realizes too late that this might be too tender, but for an indescribable reason, he doesn't pull it away. he only watches her thoughtfully, his mouth drawn into a soft line. ]


I am glad to be here with you.

[ he speaks softly. maybe he shouldn't say this, but his lips have loosened. ]

I did not want for you to be alone tonight.
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[personal profile] pillar 2022-08-18 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the gesture is unexpected, but after a brief moment to register the feeling. zhongli slowly closes his fingers between hers. their touches are growing more tender. lumine has leaned on him and cling to him before, just as he's hugged her and carried her and brushed leaves from her hair. these were all just friendly enough, only skating the surface of something past friendship, never daring to step outside of that boundary but treading dangerously near it.

that same creature flits beneath his ribs, a butterfly leaving glittering golden traces behind it. he watches her smiling, and he quietly regrets how small she is compared to him. he would rest his head on her hair if he could.

his thumb gently glides on the side of her hand, over and over. he lets the camisole go free between them, and it slides from the couch and onto the ground. his smile ebbs away. ]


If you ever need company, [ he says without really thinking deeply about it, not regretting it, because it just feels right— ] I will come to you if you ask for me, no matter the circumstance.
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looks at all my typos in my last tag and spits blood

[personal profile] pillar 2022-08-18 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ if he were asked—and he has been, by the likes of beidou and baizhu and even chef mao—why he hasn't consummated his feelings for lumine, he would give that same response. however strange their relationship, he did not want to lose it. few people in his life drew out that quiet desperation, daring to fear something he normally gracefully accepted: the possibility of the end of something dear to him.

he's reminded of this when she looks up at him, eyes refracting the light from the window, smile wide and only for him. she's caring and bold, intelligent and kind and even-tempered, the perfect melding of optimism and realism in tense situations. and she's arrestingly beautiful. there was a time when zhongli was convinced that her heart belonged elsewhere; she'd surprisingly, unthinkably turned down the foreigner's advances for unconvincing reasons.

he holds her fingers a little more tightly, staring down silently to those amber eyes. what was worth losing this? how does one survive without the sun?

those two last hits of alcohol finally reach him, leaving him heady and wavering in his resolve. what if that sun isn't eclipsed? what if it burns even brighter for him, and he is the lotus always rising to meet it?

he slips his fingers from between hers, reaching instead to push the hair from her face, his fingertips trailing to her neck. he's still unsmiling, softly focused on her eyes. he murmurs: ]


If I were to keep you to myself, would you allow me that?
Edited 2022-08-18 22:23 (UTC)
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😭 i'm glad

[personal profile] pillar 2022-08-18 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he's left a silent observer. the moments between her every movement, every dart of her eyes, stretch out infinitesimally, when finally her gaze falls onto his mouth and she leans in. that was the only sign he needed, even if she stops herself midway to home.

she blushes hard, lets him go, but those hands find their way even closer to him. he turns his body to hers, his eyes never leaving her face. those sliding hands leave shivering warmth trailing behind them, tightening his throat, up to where they finally rest on his jaw. she gently coaxes him to stay—never forcing, allowing him to withdraw—but the hope in her eyes anchors him down.

she feels the same as he does. it shouldn't be so unbelievable, knowing how long they've skirted around the other, how all the pieces were slotting into place. he loves that small smile and meets it with his own, his eyes half-lidded. there's a pleasant light-headedness, but he isn't unconscious of what's happening. he's always wanted this, and only now feels safe in taking it.

(is this a good idea while she's so emotionally vulnerable? probably not at all. he should know better.)

his hands hesitantly reach for her: one brushes his fingers at her sides before he rests his palm on the small of her back. the other curls his finger under her chin, holding it upwards to meet him. ]


Never. [ he murmurs again, only half-knowing. he softens his mouth before craning his head and kissing her deeply. ]
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[personal profile] pillar 2022-08-20 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[ how long had he wanted this? in the few moments where their lips passed over the same shared cup or straw, the way she smiled for him behind a roman candle and under a spread of fireworks, when she would happily take his hand in his as if it was a friendly gesture and nothing more. he thought about kissing her so many times. she was always in his thoughts, a quiet candle in the dark. no matter where he might be in his studies, there was always time for her, even when there shouldn't be.

that small hum on her lips is a tether, shuddering through his body, drawing him towards her. his skin is warm under her hands, and her lips are impossibly soft as they close and open and drag against his. he leans forward to meet them preemptively, kissing softly and quickly like he couldn't resist, because he can't. there's the tang of wine, the sweetness of their dessert, the clean taste of water, all of them hers.

she murmurs, and they kiss again, and it sends a flurry of feeling under his ribs. the hand beneath her chin slides over her cheek, fingertips sieved into her hair, thumb following the curve of her face. he draws the kiss out, savoring her taste and the feeling of her lips. when it finally, inevitably breaks, he resists the urge to to start it all over again. he pulls back to look at her, his eyes half-lidded, darkened, full of affection. ]


Perhaps... [ he swallows, searching her eyes. he can't help but be half-conscious of this. the pad of his thumb touches the edge of her lip. ] Perhaps I should have waited for a better time.
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[personal profile] pillar 2022-08-20 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ and it's just like her to take the situation completely in stride, whether or not she'd imbibed half a bottle of wine. her eyes are enticing enough, a disc of shining yellow around a plate of infinite black, deep enough to fall into.

yet the touch of her hand is gentle and sweet, pushing the hair from his eyes (though it will inevitably fall in front of them again, with how he leans down to meet her) and smoothing over his cheek. her arms come around his shoulders again and lock him in place, a reassuring weight. she smiles up at him, and despite the heaviness of the conversation, he can't help the thin smile on his lips. she's so cute. ]


My only regret is that I acted on my feelings while drinking, and while you're in a volatile state. You deserve more than a drunken confession.
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[personal profile] pillar 2022-08-21 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ she has him there. he should take into account how easily she reacted to his initial question. there had been so resistance, no question but the one that asked if he would regret all of this. it was a paper-thin barrier between their friendship and something more, whittled down by time and subtle, unanswered advances.

here she is now, smiling, holding him, telling him she's glad. his head is light from the wine and his heart full and heavy in his chest, beating incessantly towards her. he doesn't regret this—not in this moment, not for the blissful, affectionate look like the one she offers to him. it's a look he's always wanted. ]


You are more than I deserve.

[ he says it quietly, tucking her hair behind her ear. in his tipsiness, he has half a mind to pull her up onto his lap, relieve the ache in his back, and kiss her breathless. it sounds as if she might let him. ]

It's my hope as well that you won't awaken and regret this tomorrow. ...And if you don't, then I will have to accept how I wasted so much time withholding my feelings for you. I'm not certain which would be worse to endure.
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[personal profile] pillar 2022-08-21 07:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ that silly, reckless, messy, chaotic personality is part of the draw. she was vibrant and colorful, alive and exhilarating, a lush and pastel-colored landscape where zhongli was all earth tones and golden sunsets. he needed the sky, the sun, the grassy greens and white porcelain. she filled his life with all of these, pulling him out into the world when he had been content among his books and teas.

despite his spoken reservations, zhongli doesn't resist her heavy kisses. he breathes in sharply the moment she presses their mouths together, the sweetness shuddering through him. he tilts his head and, unable to pull away, he answers every kiss, brows knitted in his effort. her laugh is a clear bell in his ears, buzzing against his lips, and he can't help smiling.

the drag of her fingers in his hair nearly reads as wanting. she pushes him down slowly and his body obliges, sliding his legs onto the couch as he turns to lie down. his gaze flickers to hers, half-lidded and darkened as desire pulses in his body. he knows what happens when someone's lowered against a couch. he hadn't imagined this happening so soon, but does he mind? she wanted this for so long, she says. he feels heady with affection and wine. she could do anything to him.

his hands rest on her thighs before he can think to move them elsewhere. his bright, amber eyes search her face, curtained by her pale, yellow hair. ]


Then I will regret all of that time wasted while I wanted you just as much. I can only hope to make up for it.

[ one of his hands slides up to her side, fingertips dipping beneath her shirt to smooth over her skin. soft and lithe, as he had expected. ]

You are so beautiful. [ he murmurs, suggesting that he thought this exact phrase thousands of times before. and he did. he cranes his head forward to kiss her again, closing her lips between his. ]

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