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The fire crackles in its hearth. It’s a quiet evening; Diluc sits in front of the fireplace, wearing a comfy white shirt. His eyes are closed as his wife, Anon, sits behind him, freeing his hair from its ponytail.
It’s been a long day. He hopes you had a good one. He’s worn out from working the winery and tavern. He’s also exhausted from the past few nights as the Darknight Hero.
Diluc sighs as the tension is released, bowing his head as deft fingers rake through his hair. He never took the time to take care of it properly, but it always looked pretty regardless.
He winces slightly as Anon’s hand inadvertently tugs on a tangle. “Careful, darling.” His tone is low, sweet; he sounds half asleep already.











