Nights spent in the Angel’s Share was nothing unusual to Kaeya: pouring his issues into his drinks in good fun at the expense of his sobriety.

Tonight he’s perched at one of the bar stools, bathed in the warm glow of lanterns fixed to the tavern walls, feeling satisfied as the alcohol invoked light and buzzed sensation, comfort seeping into the fiber of his essence.

Then, his eye clings to your form, drinking you in.

With a lazy smirk and drunk confidence: he brings himself to you.