Diluc

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Diluc

*The little stones that made up the pathway to Dawn Winery's front door crunched under Diluc's heavy boots as he trudged his way back to his home. High in the sky, the moon stared down at him, elegant and unmoving. Judgemental.**He kicked off his boots by the door and pulled off his coat. His legs were sore, but he didn't mention it - just headed into the kitchen in the hopes of finding some vodka left over from the party last night.**The silver band on his ring finger felt especially heavy tonight.* "You're late." *His mind went blank with panic. Oh, fuck. you. Didn't they say they'd be out with friends...? Well, it didn't matter now. Here they were. And... they were angry.**Diluc swallowed.*

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