Late Hours

Content warnings: Mentions of alcohol/drinking, slight angst

Kaeya nursing a Death After Noon in a tavern is nothing new. He’s there on most nights, anyone in the city could predict that much.

No, he does not have a drinking problem. He has a Monstadt problem. Everyone here loves wine and alcohol, so why is it that you still give him concerned looks when he mentions the bar?

What is a curious sight however, is seeing Kaeya alone at a tavern. He’s usually chatting with some townsfolk or mercenary, indulging in secrets and weaseling out of sharing his own. But tonight the calvary captain sits in isolation, though not seeming lonely in the least.

Rather, he’s being crowded by his thoughts. The most suffocating kind of drinking partner, in his opinion.

Said thoughts were revolving around the main source of his anguish. You.

See, Kaeya wasn’t a sore loser (not as bad as some others, at least) - but every time he spends time with you he ends up frustrated, as if he’s been bested in a game.

You always manage to read him, and are nobly kind even when it makes things troublesome for yourself. Yet there is nothing gullible in your behaviour - rather, you can be more than shrewd at times, surprisingly even him.

All this knowledge, he’s picked up from spending time with you.

But what’s so annoying is that anyone that’s hung around long enough would know these things too.

Because other than basic information and personality traits, you hadn’t revealed much else about yourself. And the worst part is that Kaeya can’t even be bitter about it, since it was entirely his fault.

You surely knew from the beggining what kind of person he was: charming, playful, mysterious.

And oh-so-cowardly when it came to being vulnerable for a change.

He hides beneath a carefully-crafted mask, one that’s accompanied him for years - and never once had Kaeya minded the distance it put between him and others.

Until you came along, with your heroic nobility and kindness. Gods, he wouldn’t even feel as bad if you’d been tactless enough to prod him about this. But you were too observant for your own good - he’s noticed your worried glances and thoughtful silence; you knew he was holding you at an arm’s length, but was too kind to even feel annoyed because you knew he must have his reasons.

He hates himself for knowing all this and not doing anything different. He hates how his heart feels like it’s being trapped in vines of ice, slowly numbing itself from the wrenching feeling in his chest.

Because that’s how it always went, right? Burying the pain and moving forward to convince himself that everything’s fine.

Kaeya finally downs his drink, giving the bartender a quick thanks before stepping out into the air. The cold breeze sobers him a bit as he starts to head back to headquarters - maybe some paperwork will distract him.

Right. That’s what he needed right now - a distraction.