HOW THEY REACT TO YOUR SILENT TREATMENT.
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â ę˛ ` synopsis . . . you and your partner are having a âcooling down periodâ, a time of dĂŠtente, after a recent argument. how do they deal with the lack of love from you?
â ę˛ ` characters . . . diluc, eula, wanderer, ayato, gorou, tartaglia, lyney, wriothesley, neuvillette, arlecchino
â ę˛ ` notes . . . as a psychology student âď¸đ¤ i can safely say that the silent treatment is usually frowned upon due to its connotations with emotional abuse, therefore i tried my best to make it apparent that this sort of silence is within the boundaries of the relationship ( シáˇá˝˘ď˝Ľáˇ
) please communicate with your loved ones if you feel a certain way :)
you and your beloved recently had a pretty bad argument. out of respect for both of your feelings you both decided to have a period of dĂŠtente to allow a gradual recovery of your emotions and logical reasonings.
there was no need to argue, and there was also no need to be hostile or petty; therefore your silent treatment wasnât a way to maliciously gain control or make your lover come running back to you, it was a way for both of you to regain composure and come back to the topic when prepared.
that did unfortunately, lead to much less affectionate gestures from both of you. of course there was still the casual âi love youâ every morning and night accompanied by a simple kiss, but it never went anything beyond that.
while your lover fully knew why this sort of peaceful coexistence was necessary, sometimes itâs sincerely difficult to not just reach out and kiss you breathless.
youâre so close yet so far, itâs unbearable.
R. DILUC â 迪ĺ˘ĺ
master diluc has been rather restless lately.
constant muttering to himself, plucking the dried up skin that stuck out from his badly bitten lips, his gloved hands constantly scratching a non existent scratch; honestly, if the fellow residents of dawn winery didnât know any better theyâd think he was possessed and required an immediate exorcist.
adelinde refuses to see her precious baby sink his eyes into ruin purely because heâs out secretly patrolling once he wakes up in the middle of the night to clear his head. youâre always there with him throughout the night: but why does it still feel so empty regardless?
WHO APOLOGISES FIRST ?
diluc is no pushover or people pleaser; if you were guilty, then youâre guilty and heâll wait all the time in the world till you eventually own up and apologise (please let that come sooner or later though otherwise heâll give into ruin and sip alcohol for a breather). otherwise, if its his fault, or no ones and it was a mere misunderstanding, the silent treatment lasts for a day. not any longer not any less; he doesnât allow it to.
heâs more than happy to wait forever for you but gods if he ever made a mistake that accidentally led you to elongating this supposed transient silence till the end of time, diluc would much rather swallow his pride and give his all to you. youâre worth more than pettiness, and heâll prove that to you once you wake up and get greeted with all your favourite luxuries and a bright, relieved smile on his face.
EULA â äźč
youâre beyond delusion if you think this woman wonât turn this into a healthy-ish competition of sorts.
you wish to avoid her for days on end? sheâs already used to the world avoiding her mere gaze, she can withstand the somber feeling of having the one person whoâs fully understood her as the complex person she is self-isolating from her for a little while.
never mind, no, she literally canât. come back to her right now. we have problem right? lets talk about it, isnât that what you taught her in the first place? what do you mean you need a break and want to clear your head for a while to not hurt her feelings? you think eula of all people cares about something like that?
sheâd rather you spit at her than withstand another hour of this mindless nonsense.
WHO APOLOGISES FIRST?
she doesnât apologise unless she sees whatever caused this perilous argument in the first place truly hurt you and you ended up in tears; otherwise whats the use in pointless words when you can easily hug it out and call it a day?
she lets you apologise under the guise of âif you donât, my vengeance towards you will be greater than my foesâ, but in reality? eula is hardly paying any attention to the words slipping past your lips. all sheâs thinking about is how sheâll be able to shake off this uneasy tension thatâs somehow been created between you two.
WANDERER â ćľćľŞč
you canât tell which one of you needed this little breather more, after all, youâd hope scara would allow himself to soften after distancing from you after a while, and scara hoped youâd see reason within your argument and eventually, as always, forgive him.
but forgiveness is a two way straight in the way most people subconsciously ignore; does he and could he ever forgive himself? that image of your teary eyed face, the harsh puffs of breath you heaved to prevent any more molten venom to burn his plastic skin, the slight clenching of your jaw, fuck it hurt.
he couldnât admit it at the time, but right now after being forcefully peeled away from you for about week and forcing auntie nahida to listen to his venting rambles? he wished he just gave it all up and did something: anything at all. kissed you, hugged you, consoled you, swiped your tears away with his thumbs, fluttered his eyelashes on your cheek gently as he whispered an i love you.
yet all he could do right now was wait.
wait until you hopefully came back, he couldnât face you. if you abandoned him heâd deal with it. the petals on the floor and the hushed whispers of âthey love me, they love me notâ are just hallucinations from his worried caregiver, he swears.
WHO APOLOGISES FIRST?
never would he stoop so low as to apologise.
verbally. that is. if heâs aware that heâs in the wrong (believe me that look on your face does wonders for trying to figure out whats on your mind) heâll begrudgingly come up with some covert way of making it up to you. he doesnât want to be stuck in this immortalised silence forever; believe me, he likes your talking more than he realises and this little test trial of abandonment was more than enough proof that your existence within his life is essential.
if youâre not there standing by his side, what even is the point in that fraudulent pacemaker of his? your laughter is in the same shape of his heartbeat; if youâre not here, heâs just back to being that dumb little puppet cuddled ashore in the slim darkness of the night.
K. AYATO â çĽé睍人
bile builds up in ayatoâs throat, eyes threatening to spill hazardous tears on his paperwork. he HATES being away from you. yes, youâll be back comfortably in his arms with a kiss on your forehead soonâŚbut time isnât making that âsoonâ come any quicker and itâs killing him.
âsilenceâ is only the act of not speaking, right? so heâs technically allowed to sneak in pastries onto your desk when youâve gone to take a break â heâs also most certainly allowed to write down his frustrations about not being able to be overly affectionate with you and then pitifully sliding them under your door in hopes youâll read them and maybe write one back.
WHO APOLOGISES FIRST?
he desperately tries to convince himself that if he works long enough, heâll forget the hollowing feeling in his heart thatâs left in the silhouette of you. he puts down his calligraphy pen with an exasperated sigh, rubbing his temples with rough motions as if to completely rid himself of any lingering thought of you.
thatâll never work, and ayato thinks you two have calmed down enough so therefore he trudged his way into your room, knocking of course, and sat down with you for a lengthy but beneficial conversation.
without a doubt, ayato will be the one to apologise first. whether itâs a conscious decision or not completely depends on how long heâs been away from you; at some point you just fall back into regular routine completely by accident.
GOROU â äşé
heâs glad youâve decided to take this sort of approach to your relationship instead of having a painful battle of the wits with him but right now, heâd withstand a thousand hours of scolding than the way his fellow soldiers worryingly clutter around their little general and ask about his well-being purely because those furry ears atop his bundle of bed hair decided to stay drooped down all week.
but he canât help it! heâs utterly miserable! you didnât even give him your complimentary âgood morning, have fun at work, be safeâ kiss before he left the door in the static quiet of your abode. to top this torture off? you havenât pet him once, and while heâd normally revel in not being treated like an actual lap dogâŚyouâre a huge exception in that rule!
unfortunately, itâs not like he can just outright demand attention from you merely because heâs feeling a bit down on his luck. you asked for peace, heâll give it to you. heâs a war veteran but treats you like a flower thats sprouted on a ruined patch of sand.
ehem, but please come back to him soon. please?
WHO APOLOGISES FIRST?
whatever it takes to get your pretty hand to ruffle through his brunette locks heâll do, he doesnât care if the apology consists of him kneeling down on pitifully shaking his head near your thigh with his lips puckered into a pout. shame doesnât exist within your relationship right? heâs more than willing to apologise first regardless of who was to blame.
if the argument was a little more serious however, heâll sit down you on your couch that holds so many sweet significant memories within your mind, his head resting atop your collarbone and tail sneakily swishing from side to side now that your heartbeat was so clear to him. heâll hear you out, talk through it, but more importantly, love and appreciate you.
TARTAGLIA â ĺ
Źĺ
nuh uh. you think youâre getting silence with someone like him around? unless one or both of you fucked up really bad, tartaglia canât see the point in silent ignorance; if you want to ignore him to personally calm down? sure, do whatever you want honey, youâre still getting treated like the other piece of his heart that you are.
if youâre genuinely annoyed he can leave you aloneâŚfor maybe two hours thirty minutes max. he loves you so much, talk to him, he doesnât care if you insult him out of anger, lash out at him if you must. so long as you return into his arms so he can sway you around within his tender embrace and pepper your face with kisses, heâll be more than happy and satisfied.
WHO APOLOGISES FIRST?
him all day â call it the big brother complex with having to always apologise first whenever he got into a slight squabble or disagreement with his siblings when he were younger, or call it pure unadulterated love for you and the refusal to continue with this pointless staring battles whenever you guys were sitting across from each other.
whatever it is, just know he takes your feelings seriously regardless of the teasing grin across his face when you try not to squirm from the way his hand traveled from across your waist to the slither of exposed stomach. he just wants to assure you that his love wonât ever fade even if it becomes so deliberately one sided. heâs yours, after all.
LYNEY â ćĺ°ź
heâs used to eerie silence that bellowed icy winds against his ears, used to the tension that forced out his fight or flight response, but currently all he could do was freeze and overthink. how come this silence seemed so much more deafening than usual?
lyney doesnât want this worse than capital punishment torture to continue without at least the slightest bit of laughter mingled into both of your days; he tries his best to curve your lips to even the slightest twenty degree lift using whatever he could. silly little flower reappearing trick there, a sneaky kiss to the side of your neck here; just any fleeting desperate attempt for some reciprocation on your part.
WHO APOLOGISES FIRST?
lyneyâs used to apologising first given his experiences within the house of hearth and the father herself. so imagine his surprise when you both incidentally stammer over one another as you two splutter apologies helplessly. god heâs so happy your relationship is built open gushes of giggles instead of the splats of tears because if it werenât for that cute little accident? lyney was sure the second you opened your lovely lips to speak he wouldâve teared up.
he missed that voice telling him constant i love yous, the affectionate cradling of his face against your neck and the way you wouldnât hesitate to hold his flushed face within your cooling hands to comfort him after a particularly stress inducing performance.
WRIOTHESLEY â čąćŹ§ćŻĺŠ
you left the conversation with an âi love you.â so he knows that youâll come back to him.
however, the last time he blindly trusted the comforting words of a loved one, it ended with blood on his hands and a lengthy sentence at the fortress of meropide. luckily for his heart and your own, he knows your charms and honeyed words arenât for show and truly mean something.
wriothesley respects your boundaries and wishes to the t, he wonât speak to you like nothing at all happened but that doesnât mean he wonât be overly cautious when it comes to your behavioural patterns. if he notices this sentence of silence is clearly taking its toll on you, he will, with no hesitation, talk everything out with you.
WHO APOLOGISES FIRST?
depending on the argument, heâll apologise first. if itâs rather undeniable that you were the one in the wrong however, heâll explain his feelings thoroughly until you apologise â the standard. he doesnât want this silence to end till the fortress of meropide overflows with primordial water so once you see multiple guards on your case more than ever, just know heâd like to talk to you.
NEUVILLETTE â éŁçť´čąçš
fontaine has been drenched in rain for the past couple of days. every hour, every minute, every second neuvillette spends alone in his office makes him realise just how grand and solemn it is. everything is so mundane and banalâŚeven the cheerful mutters and chatters of the sweet melusines couldnât bring a smile to his face â much to the dismay of the little sigewinne who even so kindly brought him a cake to cheer him upâŚ
what makes it even worse is that everything reminds him of youâŚand oh god the muddied clouds have once again been cursed with rain. this unquenchable thirst for your presence cannot be ignored by a mere sip from his intricate cup and being the ever so carefully mindful iudex, neuvillette sees it more than fit to call this hopeless game of silence to quits.
WHO APOLOGISES FIRST?
regardless of whoâs in the wrong, neuvillette apologises first. heâs sorry for letting this go so far, he shouldâve just trusted his gut and returned to your side even if it meant having to persuade you with his clever tongue or the coiling of his draconic tail around your leg to pull you sweetly closer.
honestly, if he could, heâd make this a punishment in the fortress of meropide for every couple. you committed a petty, technically non offensive crime? well instead of doing some charity work for the city, youâre not allowed by the side of your beloved for a few weeks.
ARLECCHINO â éżčžĺĽčŻş
a bunny within the jaws of a spring locked beast thinking it can persuade the tides in their favour with silence? arlecchino is amused youâd think such cheap tomfoolery would work to solve through your problems.
âdarling, come here,â she taps her lap with her blood-stained nail, her eyes looking up at you greedily to soak up every single jitter of your movements as you alas fall onto your rightful throne, âmy dumb bunny,â arlecchino coos at you with that devilishly low hum of her voice. âdo you think the phrases ignorance is bliss, distance brings fondness, truly work within our relationship?â
arlecchino painfully grasps at your waist, that grip only loosening once you comfortably situate yourself on her thighs and lace your arms around her neck per routine. âiâd expect this behaviour from my children at the house of hearth, not you, angel.â she nibbles on your earlobe deliberately, forcing your lips to part just the way she likes. that perfect look of both surprise and desire; itâs a gorgeous display of your vulnerability.
âexplain to me your problems, or else we can be at this forever.â
no such thing as the silent treatment when the very epitome of a wordless shadow has betrothed you.
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