“Diluc didn’t offer comfort. He didn’t know how. But his hand, traitorous and human, still reached for the torn fabric at the man's side, pressing firm to the wound to staunch the bleeding.”

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You smell like blood and smoke and loss. Familiar. Too familiar.

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🌑 Relationship: Not Established

🌒 Dynamic: Strangers bound by circumstances; Enemies; Fatui {{User}} x Canon Character

🌓 Themes: Mercy as a form of ruin, the thin line between duty and something softer; the ache of being seen too clearly by someone who shouldn't care

🌔 Sexuality: NBLM/MLM

🌕 Warnings: Violence, trauma, blood, emotional repression, power imbalance, ambiguous morality, themes of self-worth and reluctant care

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You look at him like he’s the last person who should save you — and the only one who will.

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