ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ ▸ it's a cycle i'm in.

[subsist]

WHO: Kaeya & others.
WHAT: Event aftermath.
WHERE: Achamoth & around the Citadel.
WHEN: Until the end of the first week of Firaseri.
WARNINGS: Sexually suggestive content. Thanks, Childe.

( ooc. just a closed log with the starters i owe for peeps! if you'd like a custom scenario with kaeya, feel free to send me a pm or ping me on discord so we can work something out. )

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[baltimores]

[ It's easy to agree not to talk about things when you're the type that both doesn't understand what you're going through whenever it comes up, and when you naturally have respect for other people's boundaries, anyway. The solid presence of one's appreciation for the other felt through their shared legacy will have to do instead, and that's something Amos is more than comfortable with. Happy to leave things at.

He fills Kaeya's glass until he's told to stop, and then fills his own up the same amount.

Nods at Kaeya. If they weren't busy with wine glasses then he'd take Kaeya's hand in his own, a tangible sign of support, of refusal to quit on a person he considers one of his own. But they are, so the sentiment will have to do all of the heavy lifting instead.

He smiles back, small but certain. ]

Sure thing. I'm a pretty light sleeper. Won't ever say no to a friend, no matter what hour it is.

[ Because they're friends. He might be groggy, but he wouldn't turn Kaeya away, even if it was for something just as trivial as hanging out.

Amos lifts his glass, tilts it slightly in Kaeya's direction. A silent toast before he brings it back to his lips. Blackberry and plum, huh. ]

No problem, Blue.

[ The words are casual, but he really would do this any time the need is felt. ]

[subsist]

[ it's probably a good thing that they're hands are kept busy by the wine. kaeya wouldn't have known how to react properly if amos reached for his, not too used to gestures of comfort and support like that. it has been a while, after all, since he allowed himself such intimate contact with others — at least, ones that mean something more than just a temporary connection.

then again, maybe it would have melted the ice around his heart a little. it's the thought that counts. the sentiment is there regardless, and it's difficult to ignore.

it's also equally difficult to ignore the way his heart flips when amos says they're friends. he doesn't think he'll ever get used to that, but... it's nice. it's not a bad feeling. plus, it makes the loneliness feel less daunting. less suffocating. his smile is much warmer when he speaks again. ]

Blue? That's something new.

[ he takes a sip of wine, humming thoughtfully. ]

Is that what you're going to call me from now on? [ then, his voice grows teasing: ] It's not because I have blue hair, is it?