[Diluc watches the two other men embrace the task the dream has given them, Thoma happily treating the plush dog as a real one and Childe leaning into the nostalgia of the whole thing. (Although honestly, a poseable Fatui agent? Why is Snezhnaya like this?) The effect their play has on the room is obvious, light and warmth filling the once-dark corners. Just as the nightmare had picked up on his own negativity, the dream is being molded by the positivity of their play.
Diluc is terse and repressed and feeling rather awkward about having to play with toys, having severed his relationship with his own childhood rather pointedly. But he's not made of stone, and it ends up being much easier than he expects to just go along with the palpable happiness that's flooding the room.
He kneels onto the ground, holding a hand out for a rather ragged stuffed bird to hop over and investigate. After a few tentative pecks, it hops onto his hand and makes its way to his wrist, where it perches proudly. Diluc can't help himself--he smiles, and the room lights up just a bit more.]
If it's to be knights and steeds, then allow this magnificent bird to act as your scout.
[The bird preens at being called magnificent. It's loved!
The three of them play, which is all the toys really wanted. The dreamscape settles and normalizes around them, leaving them unbothered until the dream ends and they find themselves back Central Plaza.]
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[Diluc watches the two other men embrace the task the dream has given them, Thoma happily treating the plush dog as a real one and Childe leaning into the nostalgia of the whole thing. (Although honestly, a poseable Fatui agent? Why is Snezhnaya like this?) The effect their play has on the room is obvious, light and warmth filling the once-dark corners. Just as the nightmare had picked up on his own negativity, the dream is being molded by the positivity of their play.
Diluc is terse and repressed and feeling rather awkward about having to play with toys, having severed his relationship with his own childhood rather pointedly. But he's not made of stone, and it ends up being much easier than he expects to just go along with the palpable happiness that's flooding the room.
He kneels onto the ground, holding a hand out for a rather ragged stuffed bird to hop over and investigate. After a few tentative pecks, it hops onto his hand and makes its way to his wrist, where it perches proudly. Diluc can't help himself--he smiles, and the room lights up just a bit more.]
If it's to be knights and steeds, then allow this magnificent bird to act as your scout.
[The bird preens at being called magnificent. It's loved!
The three of them play, which is all the toys really wanted. The dreamscape settles and normalizes around them, leaving them unbothered until the dream ends and they find themselves back Central Plaza.]