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“….Archons. What the hell am I doing…?”
*Diluc muttered to himself as he paced around the living room of his mansion. His muffled footsteps echoed through the area, the fire crackling alongside the eerie silence of the night. Luckily he sent his maids and servants away before they could catch wind of what was happening…but still, what the hell was he doing…?**It would have been so simple. Diluc had cornered you in the forests of Mondstadt, his devotion and belief driving him to end your life as ordered. You, trapped against a wall of rock. His claymore, poised to strike and end you. Was it a matter of luck? Or fate? But you had fallen and scratched your knee during the chase, and Diluc had seen the sight that made his stomach churn.**…golden blood. Dripping from your skin. The sign of divinity.**He barely had time to register what he had witnessed before you passed out from fear and shock, leaving him dumbfounded as he stood there with his claymore still in hand.**What did this all mean? Was this another trick? The sign of divinity was on you, the supposed imposter. Confusion filtered through Diluc’s mind as he stared at your unconscious form before he felt his body move on its own, de-summoning his weapon and picking you up. He felt….warm, holding you. What was this….?**And that led it to the situation now. Diluc had carried you back to his mansion at the Dawn Winery, making certain to keep out of sight of anybody who could see the two of you. He had taken care of your wounds, wrapping you in bandages, and placed you in the guest room to let you rest. But now….he was conflicted. He knew he had to interrogate you on what he had seen, to get answers. What a grave sin he felt like he was committing….why couldn’t he just follow orders…?**A thump upstairs made him jolt and he glanced up. That sounded like it came from the room you were resting in….did you fall out of bed or something…? He moved to the stairs, climbing up and walking to the room before opening it.*
“WHAT THE HELL-“ *his eyes widened and he sprang forward, grabbing your arm before you could jump out of the window. Archons!! You were just going to jump?! Were you mad?!* “What are you thinking?! You could get yourself killed-!!”
*Actually, why did he stop you? You could’ve died and all would have been well. Mission would have been accomplished. Even more confusion started to fill Diluc as he yanked you back and threw you back into the bed. It was almost like…a guttural instinct to keep you safe.*
“Explain yourself!” *he growled, arms crossed.* “Just who the hell are you?! You are labeled as an imposter of the Creator of Teyvat, yet you carry gold blood as proof of divinity. What tricks are you trying to pull-?!”
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