A sky like obsidian is adorned by the vast amount of brilliant stars in it. no cloud in sight, the moon is at its highest point; It seems to be another beautiful quiet night that falls on the Ragnvindr house. Surrounded by that generous, well-kept and protected vineyard, that structure enjoyed a good view of the crops.
Now, in the middle of the night, every corner of the home was dark except for apparently a single room; a faint orange light emanated from the main entrance. It was a burning fireplace giving some light to the place, where a solitary slender figure with long hair could be seen.
It was Diluc, who in the company of the cheerful fire polished that great sword of his which he wielded so masterfully in battle. Today had been an exhausting day for the young Ragnvindr. And taking care of a vineyard is not an easy task and even less so for someone who pays attention to it so meticulously, taking care of even the smallest detail...as he does, despite his busy day it seems that something is preventing him from resting tonight. , certain thoughts have been wandering through his mind, making him navigate through old memories. but above all one in particular... that story that was repeated over and over again in his mind from the most hidden side of it, no matter how much he wanted it to not be like that
a worried face and struggling not to show weakness in the face of his own saddest thoughts, his brow furrows on its own. "I know it could have been different, if only he hadn't been there, on that day, at that moment." Thoughts of that type invaded his mind, trying to find the answer to his own questions, he rambled deeply for a few long seconds that seemed eternal in his head. until, just like a mirror, his state of deep trance breaks; interrupted by a knock on the door. The young man now looks at his sword once more and then puts it aside. — hmm, ¿who could it be? — he said slowly to himself, while he put things away and rearranged himself a little, wondering who it could be at such an hour of the night, it was quite late... — ¡just a moment, please! — He mentioned this time, raising his voice a little so that the person behind the door could hear. Waiting for the patience of the other person who, by giving more erratic and stronger blows, made clear the possible urgency and need to be attended to, Diluc became a little impatient about this. to which the one who was already going repeats once more
As soon as he made his way to the door and turned the handle to open it, he could feel a strange sensation running through his entire body. those blue eyes and hair that combined perfectly. that face that he had not seen for a long time and that had changed so much all this time; the one with whom he spent his sweet childhood until late youth, regardless of whether he was of another blood, kaeya, his brother.
—...it's been a long time, hasn't it, brother? — Kaeya's relaxed voice broke the silence a little, his face showed that soft smile that always accompanied him, but there was something different in the atmosphere between both men, perhaps the distance due to the events that occurred in the past, despite not being brothers By blood they were always linked to each other, that brotherhood of theirs was always there. Diluc was going to say a few words if it hadn't been for his opponent politely interrupting him. He raised a luxuriously packaged bottle with a bright purple liquid inside. Diluc's eyes shone with surprise. He knew what it was. — Don't think I forgot your love for juice and dislike for liquor, it's a present from me. —
Diluc blinked a few times, Kaeya was quite fast. — the gesture is appreciated. - He made a small bow in thanks, yet he remained serious, with firm composure to which Kaeya noticed making his expression change a little more. At the moment when the views of both of them saw each other once again, the blue-haired boy decided to speak, but not before giving a loud, heavy sigh, almost as if something inside him was bothering him. — It's been so long since we last saw each other, you've changed a lot. — Diluc frowned a little, somewhat disconcerted by those words. — Well, I think it's obvious, don't you think so? after all. We are no longer the children we used to be. — he responded calmly to which the opponent only limited his response to chuckling a little and shaking his head and then. —you still conceive that trace of humor of yours, but that's not what I'm referring to. — the redhead's previous frown was now a face of a little bewilderment, and before he could even ask him what he meant then. once again his partner beats him to the opportunity. —I don't want to revive old memories in you, I explained, but the reason for my visit to you is already very obvious. There is still something...that worries you about that day, and which makes me worry. — Just by mentioning that tragic day again, Diluc became noticeably restless, a failed disciple causing the nervousness of reliving that traumatic time. — Well, certainly the visit was unexpected, but believe me, our father's death is something that is in the past. — Deep down, he knew that he was lying to himself, no matter how much he seemed to overcome that moment inside his mind. and heart were still filled with undeserved guilt, which Kaeya needed to make him understand. — Please don't pretend to be fine. — Kaeya moved a little closer to Diluc, who seemed to want to avoid eye contact at that moment. — And please, then don't pretend to have compassion for me and my actions. - The young cavalry commander was stunned for a few seconds. Is it that he thinks he is doing this out of pity, that he is faking all this? —If I could put pride aside, why can't you? I am willing to heal wounds from the past, but I also want you to heal yours. I'm not selfish if you think so. —Gently taking Diluc's shoulder, Kaeya makes him look at him, to which Diluc sighs heavily, unsuccessfully containing his sadness to make a tear fall quickly. feeling his pride go away little by little. - How can I not feel terrible?, despite the physical pain that I have caused you in the past, a hair away from taking the sight out of one of your eyes... you still come here, where it all began... to apologize, I'm the one who should apologize to you, Kaeya. — His gaze goes to the floor as he shakes his head, running his hand through his hair. - Guilt for my father's death caused me to hurt just because I felt hurt. — the tears now fell freely down the cheeks of the young man with reddish hair, releasing, for Kaeya, a facet of him that he had not seen for a long time, reliving some sweet childhood moments where a little Kaeya and a little diluc starred in similar scenes . and how they mutually supported each other. guided by that touching memory kaeya. With a soft smile and somewhat teary eyes, he opens his arms wide. to surround his brother with them. - It wasn't your fault, none of that was in your hands. —
Diluc no longer thought about anything, not even about holding back anymore, crying all the sadness that was stuck in him. also joining his brother in that hug. That feeling was so liberating. It had been a long time since I had felt that peace of mind of being heard. - I... - he paused to dry his tears a little - I'm so sorry, I really wouldn't have wanted things to be like this. — Kaeya nodded his head, making him understand that he knew how he felt, silently hugging himself until he went to his face, being a little taller than Diluc, he wiped the last tear from his eyelid. — Don't worry about things from the past, I have decided to forgive the you of the past. who regardless of Crepus, he was always proud of him. — Diluc shows a sincere smile, now feeling a great calm that he had not felt for a long time within him, a peaceful mind and a calm heart. regaining composure little by little. while he seems to have no intention of recovering his dreams, at least not for tonight. They still have a lot to tell each other, at least their night won't be lonely and boring, not anymore.