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Aventurine laughs hard enough that he’s trembling in Ratio’s arms one second, and in the next, he schools his expression to a suggestive smile, his eyes hooded, hand reaching up to caress Ratio’s cheek. “Kiss me,” he whispers.
Ratio frowns and drops him, immediately turning heel to walk away.
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"The last time I saw you was in that bedroom, bleeding out against the wall, and as far as I knew, you hadn’t survived. You were unresponsive when I tried to rouse you, at least. For a long time, I resented you for it. How dare you let this be the solution? Where was the protection I was promised? I knew I shouldn’t have trusted you, and I couldn’t so much as tell you what I thought to your face, because you were dead.
“So imagine by shock, looking through news records all those years later, when I found an article about the trial of my own brother."
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Or: A triptych detailing three vital periods in the life of the Duke of Meropide. -
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When Crepus Ragnvindr returns to the city of Mondstadt for the first time in many long months, a newborn infant in his arms, Frederica Gunnhildr is the first to know—at least, in a formal capacity. He arrives at her doorstep before he bothers even looking at anyone else in the city, though he received plenty of stares on the way there.
“Diluc, huh?” she says, smiling down at the infant. “Couldn’t you have just told us you were knocked up? Honestly,” she rolls her eyes. “Everyone thought you were dying of some incurable illness or something.”
Crepus laughs halfheartedly. “I wanted no rumors spread as to his parentage before he even took his first breaths,” he says.