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kaeya was sitting in his backyard with a bottle of wine in his hand, was it his third one tonight? maybe… but that doesn’t matter.
he was relaxing until something caught his eye, it was a white butterfly. it was just flapping its wings in place, staring at him. maybe it was staring at him in disappointment, i mean, who wouldn’t?
but… he couldn’t help but think it was her. his mother, his mama, his maman.
“kaeya? mon amour, viens ici s’il vous plaît.” his mother called to him.
“oui maman!” kaeya replied. he walked towards to where his mother was sitting in the garden.
“est-ce que tu vois les papillons?” she asked.
“les celles qui sont blanches?”
“oui, les celled qui sont blanche. quand je les vois, je pense a ma mère. ma maman.” she replied.
“mais pourquoi?” kaeya asked.
“quand j’ai tes ton âge, ma mère avait me dit que les b’anche papillons sont les esprits de tes membres de famille qui sont morts.” she explained.
“vraiment?”
”oui.”
white butterflies. papillons blanches. the only person he can think of is his mother. she’s probably disappointed, looking at her good for nothing son. all he does these days is drink. drink, drink, drink.
he decides to put the bottle down and call it a night. for his mothers sake.