OKAY I TRIED IT IN MY DRAFTS, THANK YOU ANON 💕💕💕💕 I'LL BE SURE TO PUT IT IN MY WRITING

Am I The Only One Who Thinks It's Weird That (some) People Are Looking For The VA's?

Like...why tho? Honestly, what's the outcome you're looking for once you know?

You (should) already know that the VAs aren't going to look or act like the characters...because they AREN'T THE CHARACTERS so why the obsession?

I think knowing would 110% kill the illusion for me. Actually I KNOW it would.

I've heard rumors that if they get disclosed there's a high chance Infold will replace them. I'm not sure about the of the validity of that, the only source I could find was ppl referencing another game where VA's identity was revealed and he was bullied until he quit, which is different than being fired. Either way, I'm telling you RIGHT NEOW, if Caleb or Sylus get replace I would honestly stop playing. Unless they can get a VA that can mimic them PERFECTLY, It would ruin the experience. I've invested too much! Mind ya business!

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐱: 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬

"𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐬"

WARNING: THIS MAY BE UNCOMFORTABLE AND DISTURBING SO PLEASE EXIT IMMEDIATELY IF YOU AREN'T COMFORTABLE WITH THAT. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK ‼️

If it was one thing Prim liked being in Teyvat, it's to forget the pressure and façade she had to maintain back in the real world.

Always needing to prove something of herself, always needing to put her studies first, unable to enjoy her life to the point that her mother told her to enjoy her life but gets mad when she does.

She couldn't rest — she just can't, it would hinder what she has to do. What she has to prove of herself, just to be a trophy daughter. The perfect daughter, a doll made for show.

"Everyone's watching, don't show a single flaw"

"Always be kind, don't show them who you really are"

"If you show such behavior like that, they'll say 'Is this how her mother raised her?'. You wouldn't want to upset me, do you?"

Quiet, be quiet!

She always hated those voices in her head. Everywhere she goes, she must maintain a façade just so her mother would shut up. To always be the top, to always exceed the expectations. To always be a doll that never had a life of her own, always study, study, study, study, study.

She hated being called perfect, she hated hearing it so much. She isn't perfect, she's hideous, she's ugly, she has flaws, she's too flawed. Everything isn't what it seems.

The pressure of always being seen as the good girl, she hated it. Always being polite, always showing a gentle smile, so soft-spoken, so responsible.

i hate it, i hate it, i hate it, i hate it, i hate it

As she grew older, the more burn out she feels. She hated being sensitive to others emotions, she hated the fact that a crowded place can drain her no matter the many people there is. She hated feeling their emotions, being aware, sensitive and always needing to be cautious.

One small step that could ruin everything, like walking on a thread that if you make one small mistake, you fall into the endless pit of nothing but a void of emptiness.

And she hated it, knowing what she feels isn't anyone's anymore. That the person she told her sense of sensing others emotions called it all a lie when it's the truth.

'You never experienced what I went through'

What she always wanted to say if she could ever go back in time.

'I gained this all from trauma you didn't have, I gained all this pain from something you should be glad you never experienced for once in your childhood'

She hated it, she hated it when people think she's making shit up when she doesn't. It's all real, it's her vulnerability. Why are you calling it such bullshit?

'You had a happy childhood, something I never had. You were never abused, tormented and ruined for the sake of 'obedience', for the sake of 'teaching a child'.'

Prim wanted to cuss that all out to the girl she once loved, the girl she dedicated her whole time to, she loyally fell for, to the girl who didn't experience the abuse Prim went through.

It was all planned. It all was.

To wait until college for them to finally be official, but no, no, no, no. Things just had to take a turn.

Prim became herself, became expressive, her façades were no more, non-existent when it came to that girl.

So why? Why?!

Why did she think all those were lies?!

Why didn't she accept the way Prim behaved?!

That it isn't the good girl Prim?!

That this is who Prim is?!

'I don't know, I just felt like being lied to.'

BULLSHIT

BULLSHIT

BULLSHIT

BULLSHIT

BULLSHIT

LIED TO?!

YOU FELT FUCKING LIED TO?!

YOU CALL MY VULNERABILITY A LIE?!

WHERE THE ABSOLUTE FUCK IS THE LIE?!

WHERE?!

TELL ME.

TELL.

ME.

Prim's chest rise up and down quickly, in anger, in rage.

Prim always had anger issues she tried to control, to the point that no one can tell when she's angry.

Her anger appears and dies down quickly as if it never existed in the first place.

She was in the piano room again, it was midnight. She was alone.

She always struggled to sleep properly, especially in unfamiliar places despite living in Teyvat for almost a month now.

She had moved on, yes.

But her anger, all the words and explanations unsaid were haunting her again.

It wasn't easy to move on, it's like the stages of grief.

She accepted it, that she couldn't change what happened back in November.

But a part of her is angry for being mistreated like that, that she felt it. She felt the way the girl she liked was replying to her as if forced.

She knew and she hated it.

She thought everything went back to normal after their arguement, but no.

It just stayed downhill.

She felt herself struggling to breathe again, she immediately clutched the side of her head as she sits up and tries to steady her breathing.

"27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32..."

She mutters as she keeps counting to distract herself, to prevent her anxiety happening again.

It felt painful, each night during August that she kept having panic attacks for a week straight.

She hated it, she hated her own anxiety that can tear her down immediately even if she was prepared for it.

"40, 41, 42, 43, 44, 45..."

She counted again, and again and again before unknowingly sitting down and playing the piano.

Her favorite that could hurt her so much.

Duet from Omori.

Her fingers glided through the piano as she starts to play, the melody calming her down immediately as she continues to play.

She memorized Mari's part in that duet, she loved hearing it over and over again. It would never bore her, it would just comfort her.

As she continues to olay, she hears her mind play Sunny's violin, she smiles unconsciously and continues playing. Relaxing as she closes her eyes and lets herself be at peace.

The mansion was empty, but it was filled by the beautiful melody against these closed walls.

Prim liked being alone most of the time, it was to get away from all her responsibilities but she hated the hidden vulnerability in it. Ready to attack her at any times she lets her guard down, that's why she often isolates herself. She wants to be herself, to feel what she feels.

Not being wary of someone's emotions, not feeling what others feel. It's frustrating, knowing what you feel isn't yours.

but with music, it helps her. It eases her.

Diluc and Kaeya enter the mansion, the maids are in Vacation as Diluc had requested for thanking them for always taking care of this place, they immediately hear the melodious tune getting faster and faster.

"I didn't expect her grace to be awake at this hour"

Kaeya says, talking smoothly that would make anyone swoon while Diluc sighs.

Must've been her insomnia again

They head to where the source of the sound is and spot Prim in her nightgown and cardigan, clearly in her sleepwear as her hair is covering her face as she continues to play.

Kaeya remembered the first time he saw her play, it was beautiful yet sad.

And this one, this one hits harder yet he doesn't know why.

No words were sung in the air, yet why did it feel so...painful to listen to?

They waited until Prim finished playing before Kaeya clapped and caused Prim to flinch.

"Anak ng putang—"

They raised a brow but Kaeya spoke.

"That was a wonderful performance, Your Grace."

They hear her mutter something before they can finally get a glance of her face.

"Kaeya, Diluc. Done for the day?"

"Not Diluc though"

"Oh quit it, Kaeya"

Both of them take Prim's each hand and kiss the back of it, Prim is used to their gesture but she can't help but malfunction each time.

"It's late, Your Grace. Shouldn't you be sleeping?"

Kaeya smoothly asks, his tone already sounds worried as he places a hand on Prim's waist.

"Ah, yeah. I just...needed to relax"

Prim said, avoiding the reason which is about her anxiety.

"I see, well, now that we're here. Why don't we all do a cuddle pile? We haven't done one for weeks"

Prim hummed softly as if agreeing to the plan while Diluc sighs.

"I have matters to attend to"

"Well, the offer still stands, 'Luc~"

Prim tells Diluc to be safe which he nods as he leaves while Kaeya looks at Prim and carries her like a princess.

boy, what the absolute fUCK—

"Kaeya?!"

Prim's arms wrapped around his neck as Kaeya grins.

"Come on, can't I cuddle with my lovely creator~?"

Prim softly sighs as Kaeya carries her to her room and they cuddle in bed, despite Kaeya's cold vision, Prim seemed to like the coldness radiate from his body.

No words were spoken, only gestures. They both held each other as if they were afraid the other would disappear into thin air and it grounded them.

"Goodnight, Your Grace."

"Goodnight, Kaeya"

And it ended in a happy note el oh el 💀 sorry if it was too disturbing at first, I hope you enjoyed reading (?)

You can use :readmore: and then hit enter/return and it will auto format and you’ll be able to see it right away to confirm it’s there

Oh, so like I should type it like that in mobile? Sorry if I'm asking questions, I really don't know how to put it in mobile 😭

So this may not be important but I came out of the closet to my aunt yesterday and she really supports it since her nephews and nieces come out to her as well, even asked if I was comfortable with telling her or showing her the person I like, it really removed the heavy weight in my chest and really felt nice. I'm planning on telling my mom about it soon, I'll just wait for the right timing. So to those who really want to come out but can't, you'll find your pace when you do, whether you come out to relatives, family or friends, there will always be people who support you no matter the gender you associate with <3

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

"𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞? 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫?"

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟖: 𝐈'𝐦 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧

Weirdly enough, Prim finds herself heading to Dragonspine. Diluc decided to have someone tailor her a coat, she's grateful but it feels like she just gained brothers. She has the path memorized by now, remembering the idiocy she had when she was a new player back then before the burnout from Genshin occured and made her stop playing.

As soon as she reaches the cave, her tracks stop there for some reason as she feels her vision attempt to make the entire world spin for her.

"Your Grace?"

Prim's vision clears, her body lying in the snow as the flakes drop from the sky and she finds herself seeing a pretty angel looking at her with concern.

"Albedo?"

The homunculus helps her up, dusting off the snow from her coat and guiding her inside the cave to keep her warm.

"I thought you wouldn't come."

His voice was soft as he makes sure there's enough sticks to keep the fire burning, Prim takes notice of her surroundings—they all feel so familiar yet so far at the same time, like she barely remembers this from her memory. Has it truly been that long since she last played this game?

"Why so?"

She replies as she pulls the coat to keep herself warm, it doesn't go unnoticed by Albedo as he makes sure the fire burns enough.

"Kaeya seems apologetic when he saw me."

"Oh."

Is all she can say. A part of her would feel guilt for suddenly acting that way towards Kaeya, but she doesn't remember why she felt so defensive—she'll have to apologize to him later when she gets back.

"What did you need me for?"

She doesn't need pleasantries anymore, she just wants to hide in the covers and isolwte again. Being around people, being treated like a God is exhausting—this made her respect the Archons for dealing with this back in the days.

"There was a scripture from the Church."

That statement sent shivers down her spine, Prim used to love the church until there were things that felt so wrong for her—it can't be helped that super religious scare her deeply with how they sound so robotic and possessed by saying, "I prayed to my God and..." This and that.

Especially when she lost her father, her great grandmother and other grandmother—all she heard from them was, "It was God's plan". For what exactly?

"It says in those scriptures that you've done things and that it changed the way you are."

Albedo says, Prim relaxes as she realized that it's not that kind of religious way.

"I'm curious, do deities have the same curiosity as a child before it changed their perspective?"

Prim chuckles, staring into her cold fingertips.

"It depends, but I believe it's more on experience and how you're exposed to what part of life."

Albedo nods and notes it down.

"What's it like?"

"Pardon?"

"What's it like having to lose that innocence you once had?"

That's a question that forever haunted her, there was a lot of things she went through that she'd never wish upon her worst enemy—even someone who doesn't talk to her anymore because they're being immature than talking properly.

"It's a grief that will keep you up at night, something you know will berate you until you learn to push those memories away and be able to breathe again."

And she's back here again, in the Dawn Winery. Something's keeping her up as she opens her device, she turns it off and sighs as she knows she has to move on now. After all, sometimes you have to leave a friendship behind to see if it'll still be the way it is when you're older.

"Diluc?"

"Your Grace?"

To Prim, Diluc is like an older brother—something about him makes her want to shrink back to a child and cry to him until she passes out.

"Has there ever been a moment where you have to convince yourself that what you did is just you being human?"

BABY WINTER !!!!

Requesting Cute Pet Photos :)

so embarrassing when i forget im checking someone's blog and i start scrolling through and liking and reblogging shit as if it's just my dash. it feels like wandering into someone else's apartment and not noticing and making myself lunch

i'm sorry.

to those who are waiting for me to write the next chapter of you will be found.

I apologize for literally not writing or giving teasers.

I'm not in the proper mental state right now and my cat died in my arms.

I'm gonna take time to heal, I'll try to write when I can.

Thank you for understanding.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

THE CREATOR

Prim / Sona Yuki

"Don't worry, baby. No one's going to hurt you not when I'm here, ready to attack anyone who dares touch you or look at you that way"

HERE PRIM ISSS WOOHOOO

So Prim is her "Creator" name whereas Sona Yuki is her alias.

Pronouns are she/her, he/him, they/them

Prim's an aromantic

Biologically female

If she isn't the creator, she'd have a hydro or dendro vision.

Her weapon is a polearm (again, if playable)

She has red streaks in her hair as she did that as a joke, now she kind of (?) remembers Vox Akuma with the red streaks (I'm sorry Vox, ily <3)

She wears a silk blouse on top of her black sleeveless turtleneck

She wears rings and fishnet gloves

Somehow fucking emo, don't ask why

"It's not a phase, it's a lifestyle, BITCH" - Prim

Very flirty (usually for fan service)

She has a flirty personality due to going to cosplay events back in the real world, so she's used to being flirty, flirted upon and is used to people asking her for...regular cosplay things. (Not dirty, you hoes)

Somehow messy short hair (?) One bang covers her eyes cause she likes being a mysterious mf. This bitch [affectionately]

Has deep blue ocean eyes that sometimes changes into her natural hazel eyes.

Ocean blue eyes (as Sona Yuki)

Hazel Eyes (Prim)

Likes to keep flowers and stores them in her small box that she somehow brought with her in her black bag.

She's very fashionable af, but often dresses like an e-boy or e-girl.

When she's mad or when a situation goes out of hand, she remains quiet to avoid saying things she shouldn't say.

Somehow fucking patient and rarely raises her voice.

Can be your maternal-figure or sister-figure

When she's playful, her hands go to your neck and rests there.

If she likes a certain topic, she rambles. (Try telling her to shut up, I dare you)

If ever someone tells her to stop rambling, it breaks her excitement and she never does it again. (Try, you bastard)

Mommy and Daddy Issues

Has a fucking trauma that even her therapist can't help her

In her healing/self-love era

Trying to heal the traumatic scars

Has a dark humor often about her dead dad

Has a curvy figure. big hips big butt yk.

Her thighs are thick as well, lucky for those with thigh privileges.

Always wears this blue scrunchie a friend gave her which she cherishes deeply <3

Is aromantic but wants a gf/bf.

A green flag despite her trauma.

Sometimes acts like a man.

Often man spreads when sitting except when she wears skirts or shorts.

If she has an urge, she must do it.

Very affectionate when you're close to her, she even gives platonic kisses (not on the lips)

Often wears her black face mask (so if ever you want her to kiss you on the lips, expect a face mask to be the one blocking her actual lips.)

Very lazy but also hard working.

Don't scold her for laying down and doing nothing, she's recharging her social battery.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

"𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞"

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞: 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

Warning: some may be ooc and this is longer than the rest ajdjwanwkwkwkw. Enjoy!

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"The Day of the Festival"

Kaeya says before looking at Prim.

"Are you ready, my lady?"

He asks softly as Prim is trying to stop her shaking hands, admiring Prim's outfit.

"Don't remind her, she knows"

Diluc says as he comes downstairs, wearing something that nearly made Prim choke. (She likes seeing hot men/pretty boys in suits, it's her weakness. You're welcome ;D)

Kaeya smirks.

"Oh? But isn't it better to remind her?"

Prim screams mentally.

I forgot I'm surrounded by pretty men hnghhhh

She then notices Kaeya's outfit.

oh have mercy—

"—you ready, your grace?"

Diluc asks as he lends a hand out to Prim.

"m-mhm..."

FUCK THEY'RE SO HOT HNGHHH

She gently places her gloved hand on top of Diluc's before Kaeya snatches her other hand and they walk to the carriage.

"I must say, it's a new sight to behold, seeing you all dressed so formally."

Kaeya says as he eyes Prim, causing Diluc to smack the back of his head.

"Be respectful"

Diluc mutters as Prim's shaking hands are rubbing each other, the two notice it once more.

She can't calm down

They take her hands and gently squeeze it, causing Prim to squeak at the sudden cold and warm feeling.

"Calm down, if anything happens. We're here to make sure it'll go well"

Diluc says as Prim nods.

"Sorry, I just—um, don't do well when I know there's a crowded place."

Prim says as she mutters something under her breath as Kaeya perks up.

"We could reduce the citizens, your—"

"No, no, no, no, no. I don't wanna break their hearts, haha—"

Prim says as the two sigh.

"If the crowd's too overwhelming, look for one of us and we'll escort you away"

"Thank you"

"Anytime, Your Grace"

- - - - - >

While everyone's preparing the small stage, Prim gets taken aback by the dandelions near her.

Ah...

She gently reaches out to it before her heart aches.

I guess...this'll be my closure to you

She closes her eyes.

I hope you'll find happiness whether I'm there or not, I hope we'll both be happy and move on. You became a part of my chapter, it's time to flip the page. May we both find happiness and love, and be happy that the other is happy no matter what. No more hard feelings or malice, just pure joy.

She softly blows the dandelion, watching it fly to the air before walking away. A certain bard seems to have felt what had flown to the air.

"Your Grace, this is Venti. The bard that'll play—"

"and Barbatos, the Anemo Archon"

"A-Ah, yes..."

Jean stutters, wondering how Prim knew but dared not to question it as Venti grins.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Your Grace!"

Prim smiles softly.

"Likewise."

Venti takes Prim away while Diluc is staring at them, Kaeya chuckles and tells Diluc to relax.

"So, I felt the wind flow a bit differently today~"

Venti says as he picks up flowers for Prim who's sitting on a rock and watching him.

"Ah, so you felt it."

Was all Prim said, smiling softly. Venti's gaze softens at the sight of Prim being surrounded by crystal flies and her smile didn't have pain in it anymore.

She's letting go, that song will be her closure.

He softly smiles before weaving a flower crown for Prim who's preoccupied with the crystal flies.

"You know...the first time I felt your presence, I didn't know who it was at first. I was taken aback actually!"

Venti says as he continues weaving flower crowns, Prim watches his fingers do the weaving.

Ah, he weaves like how my cousin taught me...

"But you know, after seeing you help the Traveler, help the nations and went through all that...I can't help but feel grateful to you, for...for everything"

Venti says, Prim hums as she gently tucks a cecilia on Venti's ear.

"I'm glad you did the right thing, Barbatos. Whether you were a whisp or not, I'm just glad it's you."

She softly says as she kisses the top of his head, Venti gently holds her wrists before looking at her.

"You mean it?"

"I do. I know you hold the guilt of...all that, and I know. You don't have to say anything, but I'll always be proud of you. Whether you're a bard or an Archon, I'll cherish what you did for this nation."

Prim says softly as Venti gently places the flower crown on top of her head before hugging her gently.

"Thank you, Your Grace."

He says softly, pulling her close before they hear someone clear their throat.

"I'm afraid we have to cut that moment short, it's starting"

Albedo says as Prim gently pulls away from the hug and accepts Albedo's arm to hook her hand with, Venti lets out a small 'ehe' before following them.

"Your Grace, the program's starting already so you needn't be worried about missing out"

He says as Prim softly smiles, Venti watches her smile and his heart feels warm. He knew what that smile meant, the first time he saw her, he saw how her eyes held something he's afraid of asking. Yet the moment the dandelion was blown onto the wind, he knew that what that was is now in the past as she continues on in her journey.

After a while of the games and activities for the children and adults alike, it was time for the intermission as food is being served.

Prim nervously grabs her ukulele and walks up to the stage as she sits on the chair, with the help of Kaeya lifting her up so her skirt wouldn't ride up as he places a shawl on her lap so she wouldn't be uncomfortable with the dress's skirt, she clears her throat as she feels the nervousness settle in.

It's not your first time, it's okay.

There's people here who support you.

Whatever happens in this intermission, you just enjoy it.

Prim takes a deep breath before strumming her ukulele, Venti uses a little wind manipulation for everyone to hear the instrument being played and Prim's voice to be heard.

"Maybe it's the way you say my name"

Prim notices her hands shaking as she progresses from chord to chord but she ignores it.

"Maybe it's the way you play your game"

She remembers it all again, with this song was the one she always hesitated to play, the song that'll bring back unwanted memories.

"But it's so good, I've never known anybody like you...but it's so good, I've never dreamed of nobody like you"

She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes.

"And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime, and I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine...'cause"

Her mind is at ease now, the pain slowly stops gnawing her heart. And slowly, she finds it nice, that the pain is slowly leaving. That the closure she always wanted to get is finally settling in.

"I'm in a field of dandelions, wishing on every one that you'll be mine, mine and I see forever in your eyes, I feel okay when I see your smile, smile"

Out of everyone else, only Venti knew what it meant. Whether it was the wind that told him or the song, he's happy she's finally getting what she always wanted. To be able to accept something she knew she couldn't change even if she tried, to be able to finally leave a chapter in her story to move on from the past.

"Wishing on dandelions all of the time, praying to God that one day you'll be mine, wishing on dandelions all of the time, all of the time~"

- - - - >

They're now in Angel's Share, well, drinking except for Prim.

"You did amazing out there, Your Grace. You sound like a siren back there"

Kaeya says as he takes his shot of the alcoholic beverage as Prim drinks her fruit juice.

"Oh, Thank you..."

Prim says softly as her hands are still shaking from the performance, Venti of course is letting loose and drinking. Not that Prim minded.

"I do apologize for letting you see this side of them, Your Grace."

Diluc says as he continues to serve the drinks, making sure Prim still has the fruit juice beverage and not alcohol.

"It's okay, 'Luc. I'm used to handling drunkards so this sight is nothing new to me"

Prim says softly as she thanks him for pouring her glass more fruit juice, this statement makes Kaeya perk up.

"Oh? You know how to handle drunkards?"

He leans his cheek on his palm as he stares at Prim who's drinking her fruit juice.

"Hm? Yeah, I know how."

It was summer of May

Prim says in her head as she does an anime sweatdrop before Kaeya comes closer to her and Diluc had to grab the back of his collar.

"So you've seen all the worst of a drunk person?"

"Technically, yes. Even the most calmest and rational person I know was...just a surprising person when drunk"

Prim held back her laughter as she remember her one cousin who got drunk the first time, started saying things over and over again, did jumping jacks, danced weird and screamed Olivia Rodrigo's and Taylor Swift's songs at 5am, all in one night.

Kaeya smiles at Prim.

"Then you knew that some are veryy~ clingy when drunk, hm?"

Diluc groans, Kaeya's drunk flirting again as Prim didn't seem to mind it.

"Yeah, I've had someone...cling unto me when I said I'll go check on the others drunkards who went outside, had to reassure her I wouldn't leave her there."

She says, never forgetting the fact her cousin suddenly latched onto her when Prim grabbed her coat and said that she'll check on her older brother who left to go to the other house where they stay in, it was tough having someone be a clingy drunk get off you but Prim did it gently and kindly, knowing the alcohol is taking effect and was patient enough to tolerate it.

Her?

Was all that went through their minds before Kaeya got the chance to speak, Prim got up from her seat.

"I need to use the bathroom, where is it?"

Diluc escorts her to where the bathroom is like the gentleman he is.

"You know, I actually want to see her grace drunk"

Venti says as he's trying to get Albedo drunk but to no avail, Rosaria takes a sip from her glass.

"And you think it's a good idea?"

"Why not give it a shot! Who knows? She might actually be a clingy drunk, ehe~!"

Diluc comes back as Prim had now used the bathroom, he eyes Venti and Kaeya suspiciously as Rosaria continues to drink quietly, used to the antics of her two drinking buddies.

"I'm back, what did I miss?"

Prim softly asks as Albedo gently places his hands on her waist before lifting her up on the chair, knowing how Prim struggles on stools when wearing a dress and skirt.

"Thank you, Albedo"

She softly says as Albedo nods and kisses the back of her hand before heading back to his seat, which of course Venti starts to say he did that just to touch Prim.

All of a sudden, the three drinking buddies are quiet as Prim takes a sip of her fruit juice.

"Hm? What's gotten you all so quiet?"

Prim softly asks as she continues to sip, Kaeya shakes her head before drinking more wine and Venti follows through.

Three hours have passed, Prim decides to bring Kaeya home since he's too wasted.

"Your Grace, you don't feel dizzy or anything?"

Rosaria asks all of a sudden.

Hot cryo mommy hngh—

Prim internally has a bi panic before smiling at Rosaria on the outside.

"Oh, I'm fine! Don't worry, I'll just bring Kaeya home so he can sober up easily."

Prim slings Kaeya's arm on her shoulder, her hand on his waist as she waves to the others goodbye before escorting Kaeya back home, to Dawn Winery.

As they leave the Tavern, Diluc cleans the glasses.

"You put alcohol in her drink, didn't you?"

Diluc asks as he glares down at Venti who lets out a small 'ehe' and looks away.

"What do you mean? Of course I did not~!"

Diluc sighs before Albedo speaks up.

"He did actually, almost emptied half a bottle for that."

"Half a bott—"

Diluc feels a headache come in.

"I'm closing the tavern."

What if Her Grace gets in trouble? She could've passed out!

- - - - dawn winery - - - -

Prim sighs as Kaeya's finally on his bed, she then helps him take off his shoes and all.

"Kaeya, take a bath. You need to sober up"

She softly pats his cheek as he sits up and does what she said, Prim feels her mind get hazy so she quietly and carefully walks to her room.

That's weird, it felt like that time I accidentally drank real wine and got myself tipsy...

Prim takes a bath in her room to feel the alcohol go away.

A few hours later, Diluc enters the Winery and quickly knocks on Prim's door.

"Your Grace?"

He softly calls out as Prim opens her door, in her nightwear and her hair more free.

"Diluc? Welcome back, are you going for your Darknight Hero duties?"

"I just finished."

"I see..."

"Do you...feel tipsy perhaps?"

He hesitantly asks as Prim hums.

"Well, I felt like my mind was hazy but I'm still conscious so I took a bath to sober up. Hm, it was as if that time I did get a bit tipsy because my mom lied about the wine not having alcohol..."

Prim mumbles and Diluc perks up at that.

"Your Grace, are you sure you aren't drunk?"

"Hm? Well no. If I were drunk, I probably would've stumbled and slurred my words. Also, don't worry, it's not the first time I got tipsy"

That's not the point!

Diluc screams in his head as he gently cups Prim's cheeks.

"Diluc?"

She looks at him.

Holy shit, his hands are warm

"Your Grace, are you sure you aren't drunk?"

"Of course! Kaeya's worse though."

He sighs softly before nodding.

"Alright, I'll let you have your sleep now. Goodnight, Your Grace."

"Goodnight, Diluc"