[ The last time Eula remembers wearing a dress quite this formal comes alongside the memory of staring with angry eyes into the mirror, a fistful of long hair in one hand and a sharp dagger in the other before the two came together, strands of silken blue falling into the basin in front of her. That, and every other dress-related memory that comes before it, is something similar, stained with the unhappiness that permeated every moment of her life back then, something on which she prefers not to look back.
It makes this moment something even more nerve-wracking than it already is, as she stands before Diluc's door with a bottle of a sweet Liyue wine tucked in one arm and a sleek blue dress embracing her figure. Between the dress itself and the way her hair is elegantly pulled back, she's definitely been noticed on her way through the town, eyes watching her and whispers passed between the few people who are out this late; that on its own is already terrifying, and then there's the memories around dresses to accompany the terror, and of course the fact that she's never before been on a date...
Until now, that is. Until now, and her first date ever is with Diluc Ragnvindr, Mondstadt's most eligible bachelor, the man who is in everything other than the title itself her boyfriend, the man for whom she holds feelings deeper than she's brave enough to speak.
(Also, she hasn't done anything more than kiss him in these three weeks, feeling guilty for how intense things got that first day of his recovery. So she's frustrated with want, too.)
Altogether, it's with an anxious expression that her free hand raps on the door, a knock far too business-like for her purpose here, and Eula can taste the chemical stain of the tint on her lips when she bites nervously on the lower, waiting for him to answer. ]
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It makes this moment something even more nerve-wracking than it already is, as she stands before Diluc's door with a bottle of a sweet Liyue wine tucked in one arm and a sleek blue dress embracing her figure. Between the dress itself and the way her hair is elegantly pulled back, she's definitely been noticed on her way through the town, eyes watching her and whispers passed between the few people who are out this late; that on its own is already terrifying, and then there's the memories around dresses to accompany the terror, and of course the fact that she's never before been on a date...
Until now, that is. Until now, and her first date ever is with Diluc Ragnvindr, Mondstadt's most eligible bachelor, the man who is in everything other than the title itself her boyfriend, the man for whom she holds feelings deeper than she's brave enough to speak.
(Also, she hasn't done anything more than kiss him in these three weeks, feeling guilty for how intense things got that first day of his recovery. So she's frustrated with want, too.)
Altogether, it's with an anxious expression that her free hand raps on the door, a knock far too business-like for her purpose here, and Eula can taste the chemical stain of the tint on her lips when she bites nervously on the lower, waiting for him to answer. ]