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Esme ✨️ @guraiuna.bsky.social · 17h

And there is no honor, he lied to her– but there is pleasure. So, so much pleasure as she moans the name he never entrusted her with but she knows regardless.
The pillow her only confessor as she finds release from the ache in one core but not the yearning in the other.

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Esme ✨️ @guraiuna.bsky.social · 17h

Lumine sinks her face in the pillow bellow her
"Ajax..." A whimper escapes her– a pathetic little cry muffled by the plush pillow. Intelligible, yet she knows exactly what she said.
Its sinful sweetness still seared into the flesh of her treacherous lips.
She yields.
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Esme ✨️ @guraiuna.bsky.social · 17h

It buzzes deep inside her ear as /he\ holds her down, one arm twisted behind her back, the other trapped beneath the sole of his boot.
Nagging her.
And making her insides melt as her face grows redder and redder to her utter horror.
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Esme ✨️ @guraiuna.bsky.social · 17h

Accent just as thick as the one of her companion from tonight, yet so different. There's clear satisfaction in the vibration that bounces around inside her eardrum.

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Esme ✨️ @guraiuna.bsky.social · 17h

And she knows exactly why she likes it.
"Yield." Another voice, of another ginger, not the one from Nod Krai, whispers in her ear. Breath shockingly warm against the shell of her reddish ear. "There is honor in admitting defeat, /comrade\." The voice purrs.
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Esme ✨️ @guraiuna.bsky.social · 17h

And it back-fires monumentarily when as he pounds her from behind, the stranger leans down on her, forcing her elbows to buckle beneath his weight.
Golden eyes widen as warmth spreads from her shoulders to her lower back. He's dwarfing her and to her horror, Lumine /likes\ it.
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Esme ✨️ @guraiuna.bsky.social · 17h

She tries to not think about it. Tries to focus on the dizziness and the pleasure– because she /is\ drunk and she /is\ feeling good
She gathers that all she needs is a change of pace– or positions if you will. When she gets the chance, she flips them in a less intimate one
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Esme ✨️ @guraiuna.bsky.social · 17h

Yet when her lips wrap around his earlobe, she doesn't feel the chill of the crimson stone. Nor the metal where it should meet his flesh.
She feels just flesh. And warmth.
And she finds herself sniffing. The corners of her eyes sting. Her lips quiver around the flesh.
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Esme ✨️ @guraiuna.bsky.social · 17h

A glimmer in a rhombic shape that sears her insides with that eerie familiarity she had been avoiding the whole night.
Lumine's throat runs dry.
She's drunk and getting fucked senseless by a stranger; she wants to tug at the earring–
Maybe rip it off his earlobe with her teeth
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Esme ✨️ @guraiuna.bsky.social · 17h

Her vision has warm, coppery hues; his face is buried in the side of her head and his messy ginger locks are getting in her face as he thrusts into her with no rhythm.
Too inebriated to hold onto one. To lost in the heat of her body.
For a split second orange turns into red.
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Esme ✨️ @guraiuna.bsky.social · 17h

Or perhaps, she does answer him.
Sprawled across his bedsheets somewhere in the living quarters of Speranza.
Gloved hands tangled deep in her golden locks and her thighs locked around his hips.
She does answer him– if moans are answers then she answers him plenty.
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Esme ✨️ @guraiuna.bsky.social · 17h

After he sees that she is okay, the bastard– no, he's not a bastard, not /this\ one at least – dares to smirk down at her. Blue eyes twinkling with self righteous amusement.
"I take it you don't like it when I call you comrade then?"
Lumine does not answer him.
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Esme ✨️ @guraiuna.bsky.social · 17h

It takes a few deep breaths for the burn to subside, under the worried gaze of the ginger who rushed to her side. Lumine wipes the dew drops that formed at the corners of her eyes. Tells herself it's a normal phenomenon when one chokes on strong alcohol.
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Esme ✨️ @guraiuna.bsky.social · 17h

The familiarity is back. Lumine still doesn't want to pinpoint it.
Not even when he calls her "comrade" and she nearly chokes on her drink.
And as she struggles for air under the shocked expression of her companion, it burns.
Her airways
Her eyes
Her poor scrunched little heart
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Esme ✨️ @guraiuna.bsky.social · 17h

While she did enjoy those– and the way he would sometimes run his gloved hand through her hair, she found those... nice.
Pleasant.
It's when he speaks drunkly that she gets restless. His accent gets thicker. It sounds different from the accent she had heard around Nodkrai.
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Esme ✨️ @guraiuna.bsky.social · 17h

By the time they get to the second round, his speech is starting to slur. Which Lumine at first wants to mock Jab at his weakness and start a fight She's itching for one, she realises. She's restless, her heart is racing– and /not\ because of the make out sessions that followed
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Esme ✨️ @guraiuna.bsky.social · 17h

It must be the lighting because she was sure his eyes weren't /that\ blue... or were they...?

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Esme ✨️ @guraiuna.bsky.social · 17h

He tastes like alcohol and surprise. And smugness, which too feels oddly familiar, yet in her drunken stupour, Lumine refuses to even try to identify the source.
When they part away, the blue of his eyes twinkle with intrigue and Lumine's heart churns.
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Esme ✨️ @guraiuna.bsky.social · 17h

Push him away.
Treat him like utter garbage. A villain– despite not having commited any crime from what she gathered.
She doesn't do that, it's too cruel and uncalled for; that much she realises.
Instead, she kisses him. Grabs his collar and crushes their lips together.
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Esme ✨️ @guraiuna.bsky.social · 17h

He is annoyingly insightful; he sniffed her reticence from a mile away which irked her more than it should have.
And his laughter is too... something
Too warm. Too guarded
Friendly but not genuine. Warm but in a cordial way that gives her the urge taunt him. Mock him.
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Esme ✨️ @guraiuna.bsky.social · 17h

He reccomended her the Roulette Special, in a round-about way that lulled her in a sense of familiarity which origin's she couldn't exactly pinpoint. And Lumine found herself playing the game with him before she could stop herself.
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Esme ✨️ @guraiuna.bsky.social · 17h

She started the conversation, as she usually does when she's in a new place. Forced herself out of her comfort zone because if she didn't she would never get to the end of this journey.
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Esme ✨️ @guraiuna.bsky.social · 17h

And yet, maybe it is the alcohol, maybe it is the late hour and the lack of sleep but for some reason, the one sitting at the bar doesn't feel that much of a stranger as she watches him down his drink.
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Esme ✨️ @guraiuna.bsky.social · 17h

But then, eventually things calm down. And eventually, she finds herself hanging at the bar late at night as she used to, back in Mondstadt with Kaeya and Rosaria, and ocassionaly a tone-deaf bard. Only this time, she's hanging out with strangers.
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Esme ✨️ @guraiuna.bsky.social · 17h

#chilumi (-ish)
🔞 angst 🔞 emotional ntr 🔞
("is it really chilumi if childe doesn't appear?" and other questions without answer)

Nefer tells her he's the kid of Speranza's boss and Lumine doesn't pay much attention to him at first. She has more urgent things to think about.
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