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Chateau Rayas, Chateauneuf Du Pape, 2009 via /r/wine https://ift.tt/3exAr5F
Chateau Ducru-Beaucaillou, St. Julien, Boudreaux, 1986 via /r/wine https://ift.tt/3nlheYS
Banano wine via /r/wine https://ift.tt/3noj5wb
A single vineyard, a single vintage, a single grape variety, no dosage and a whole lot of love via /r/wine https://ift.tt/3eyE6Ak
Saw this up for action real or fake white from 1930 via /r/wine https://ift.tt/3t0WoiZ
Playing prop hunt for years has honed my skills. I am 100% willing to zigzag my way across the map as the most ridiculous object as a diversion just to waste a hunter’s time.
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“Wine is one of the most civilized things in the world and one of the most natural things of the world that has been brought to the greatest perfection, and it offers a greater range for enjoyment and appreciation than, possibly, any other purely sensory thing.”
Wine tasting from last night. via /r/wine https://ift.tt/3xp63mQ
ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: you create more questions in his mind than he would like - and what does one do when they have a question? they find the solution.
ᴀ/ɴ: ohhhh boy this is the longest, most dialogue-y piece i’ve written - i am very open to constructive criticism ^^ enjoy!!
he has loved you for longer than he thought possible. every chaste glance between the two of you he thought would be the death of him only led to stronger feelings, more knots tying in his chest, and less rationality. diluc is a reasonable man. love is an unreasonable feeling. and it was because of this that his love for you was so confusing - how could you ever feel the same? was it possible for another to feel with the same intensity? was there another fire that burned as bright as his? as he attempted to answer these questions, he hoped to the archons that you were the answer.
one particularly cool evening, he was closing the tavern for the night when you appeared, peering through the crack in the doorframe. he was so invested in his cleanup that your presence went unnoticed as he placed bottles back in their correct spots on the shelves. you softly cleared your throat, diluc whipping his head towards the source of the alarmingly sudden noise. the rapid movement caused his hair to hit a bottle that sat precariously, knocking it into the ones nearby. he quickly steadied them on the shelf before turning his attention to you, straightening his posture and brushing his gloved hands against the front of his shirt.
“what brings you here? the tavern will be closing soon.”
“oh, um-” you replied, searching for an reason for your presence that did not include his name, “wine?”
slightly bemused by your reply that seemed to disregard what he had told you, he coughed lightly. “o-of course. you can have a seat here, if you’d like.”
despite the fact that it was now past the closing hours, diluc was glad to let you stay. he was aware that nothing would come from time alone with you, but whether it was to slightly give in to his feelings or the fact that he held on to a shred of hope that they were exchanged, he began to pour you a glass.
“dandelion wine,” you remarked.
“of course. you order this consistently, every time you visit.”
diluc wasn’t always working at the tavern, rather, he was often stuck in his business at the winery. how did he know your usual? did he check the tavern’s order history? the realization that he made an effort to know more about you brought a flush to your cheeks, that diluc did not take notice of as his attention was fixed on pouring your drink. he promptly slid it across the bar towards you with a nod that you exchanged back at him in silent thanks. this silence continued for a moment - a moment longer than you or diluc would have liked. it weighed the air down, creating a pressure that pushed harder and harder on your skull as you looked down at the bar below you-
“why are you at the tavern?” you suddenly spoke up, a little too loudly, making diluc’s brow furrow slightly.
“i’m not sure i understand.”
“i meant why are you working in the city today? you’re usually at the winery, so i got the picture that you’re quite busy”
“ah, yes. in truth, the winery can feel rather dull. the business of the tavern is a nice change of scenery,” diluc explained as he continued cleaning the counter behind the bar.
“that makes sense, i can imagine how the same view every day could get a little repetitive, even if it is quite a sight.”
“of course. i don’t take the winery’s scenic location for granted, but after seeing the same cliffs every morning it can feel ordinary, to an extent.”
“naturally,” you agreed, taking a sip of your wine. the taste had a sort of gentle sweetness to it that filled your mouth with warmth.
the two of you were usually well-versed in conversation, as you often found yourself spending far too many hours at the counter of the tavern on the days that diluc was present. your talks lasted throughout the day as customers came and went, ogling at the sight of the famously stoic master diluc laughing at your jokes and gazing fondly at you with a soft smile as you told him about your recent commissions from the guild.
on one of these days as you were explaining to diluc the many troubles that dragonspine has given you, kaeya decided to make his grand appearance. the sight of his adoptive brother so immersed in a discussion with another was greatly amusing to kaeya, resulting in it being the topic of his teasing for many days to come. this got on diluc’s nerves more than many of his other jokes, resenting the sound of kaeya’s voice bursting through the tavern doors. however, kaeya’s interest in your and diluc’s strange dynamic faded as he moved onto other topics; but the feelings that the two of you shared did not, which is exactly what brought you to the tavern at such an hour.
you traced your forefinger around the rim of your glass as the silence returned after your small-talk fizzled out, the both of you waiting for the other to say something. and to diluc’s own surprise, he was the first to speak.
“have you been in love before, [y/n]?”
the shock from this very straightforward question was apparent on both of your faces, diluc’s face contorting into confusion as to why he would dare to utter such a thing.
“i think so,” you replied steadily, “have you?”
“i think so,” he repeated, after a momentary pause. “it’s strange - love is said to be wonderful, but in all truth it’s quite uncomfortable.” his words were now at the mercy of the wind, the bewilderment at his own sentences remaining plastered across his face as he silently begged for the anemo archon’s mercy.
“how so?” you pushed, wanting him to continue. you knew the point, it was simple to understand, he was just waiting for your green light.
“it’s not easy to read. the others’ thoughts are crucial, yet there’s no way to determine if the feelings are exchanged or one-sided. then arises the issue that if, in fact, the interest is not mutual, then it was futile from the beginning.” as diluc rambled he vigorously scrubbed at the same spot on the counter which had been polished to perfection many minutes ago. you let out a soft laugh at his uneasiness, the sound causing butterflies to fly through his stomach and out of his throat. he longed to hear your laugh again.
at this point, it was clear to you that diluc had similar feelings towards you. he was under the impression that you were not conscious of the way he was always gently studying your expression on your visits to the tavern, and his now very strong uneasiness in your presence, but on quite the contrary you were well aware. each action of yours that brought down his professional and polished front was another answer to your question that, yes, diluc ragnvindr has feelings for you. on the other hand, the winery owner himself was very unsure of your stance. he was so engrossed in keeping a hold on his own behaviours that he barely noticed yours - the way that your gaze always lingered after he had looked away, the frequent and seemingly aimless visits to the winery when diluc was not present at the tavern, and of course, your unexpected appearance at the door tonight. you did not hide your feelings for the ragnvindr, rather, he did not take notice. for this reason, the idea that you could even slightly return his feelings was far out of reach, if not impossible.
“and if it’s not futile?” you questioned, teasingly. your reply made diluc go red in the face, and with nothing to hide the fire that lit before you he was made to simply endure it.
“that’s not probable,” he stated matter-of-factly as he forced himself to regain composure. the tone in his voice implied he already knew the answer, but he could not have been more wrong.
“don’t be so sure.”
diluc was stubborn, but not totally oblivious. he was able to pick up on hints, or at least the more direct ones. knowing this, you were direct. this had his mind running circles as your eyes seemed to look directly through him, straight to his heart - he has lived with his questions for so long, that the idea of finding the answer is terrifying. the storm that had amassed in his head barely manifested itself for you to see; only in the smallest of gestures like the repetitive and almost mechanical way that he tucked the same loose strand of hair behind his ear, even when it had already been put in its place. he simultaneously loathed and relished in the way that you danced around the answer, loving the chase yet dreading the end.
“and why shouldn’t i be?” he challenged, his voice painted with more annoyance than he intended. your expression stiffened.
“i think you know why.” as much as you enjoyed the nature of your conversation, the end goal was tugging on your sleeves as you drew nearer.
diluc then proceeded to do something he had previously thought impossible. he slung over his shoulder the towel that had now nearly polished a hole in the counter, moving around to the front of the bar where you were seated. he could feel the beat of his heart in his head, the pace quickening as you stood up from your barstool. despite your certainty in the situation you couldn’t help but feel a hint of nervousness as diluc stood in front of you, eyes looking down piercing directly into yours. moving as if it was second-nature, diluc took one of your hands in his, keeping his eyes locked on yours as he snaked his free arm around the middle of your back. you instinctually brought your empty hand to the back of his neck, the touch sending a chill down diluc’s spine.
as the two of you stood silently, chest to chest, keeping both of your stares fixed on the other, diluc spoke up, “you’re right,” he breathed. if it weren’t for your closeness, his words would have been inaudible. “can i?”
the second you began to nod your head you were pulled into a kiss, stealing away any breath left in your lungs. it was chaste, gentle but with purpose. his lips said what his words could not. he was the first to pull away, the way that you relaxed into his touch swiftly forcing him back into reality; he refused to meet your gaze, the contrast to his previous actions forcing a small laugh out of you. there it was - that sound that he loved, again.
“yes,” you laughed, “you can.” you let go of his hand to place both of yours on the sides of his head, bringing his eyes to meet yours. “i told you, you knew why.”
with neither you nor him able to think coherently, you remained still for a moment, eyes locked on each other’s. any onlookers could only assume that this is where you would remain forever, the look that you shared and the weight in the air making you both appear to be roots planted in the ground.
diluc could not help but smile at the irony in the timing of your remark, a bit of confidence returning. “did you know i play piano?”
“i did not,” you replied with exaggerated formality, tilting your head with a slight smirk.
“i have a piano at the winery, would y-”
“i’d like to hear,” you interrupted, letting your hands fall from where they rested on his face.
“it’s quite late,” diluc points out, of course needing to take all considerations into account.
“i’m assuming you have a couch?”
“we have plenty of unoccupied guest bedrooms.”
“oh my, luxurious!” you grinned, drawing a similar expression out of diluc as he reached for a ring of keys.
wordlessly, he led you out of the tavern, the slightest of smiles remaining on his face and a more obvious one on yours. he shot you one final glance before locking the door as you gave him an affirming nod.
when you first entered the tavern that night, neither diluc nor you expected for the evening to end with both of you having confessed months worth of feelings within half an hour of conversation. diluc especially was in quite a haze of disbelief, unsure of what to do with the masses of doubt that had accumulated being suddenly reduced to nothing. moreover, he had acted solely driven by emotions with not a hint of rationality; it was rare that diluc was led by emotion, but your presence was enough to quell any logic or reason that he had established.
diluc lives his life driven by questions remaining unanswered. the resolve is unnecessary, and often underwhelming at best. however tonight, as diluc led you back to the winery surrounded by the cool evening air, he came to a realization: perhaps questions exist to be answered - and perhaps the answer is worth chasing.
✦ 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥! 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 :)
Yes, Argentinian riesling is a thing! Las Perdices Riesling via /r/wine https://ift.tt/3gBkw91
I like how everyone was basically changing into barrels and lanterns the first day of the windtrace event and now it's like... hanging out on top of the mill in full view of the hunter knowing full well they're coming, then gliding down to a chimney or a bush. hopping from tree to tree in wuwang hill with the hunter breathing down your neck. stealing favours right from under their nose and going transparent to dash behind them. literally fucking baiting them every chance you get. boasting in the chat. wholesome.
My new wine cellar, start to finish via /r/wine https://ift.tt/3vio9F1
🍷 Un cuarto vino probamos en nuestra visita y cata en @bodega_contador LA VIÑA DE ANDRÉS ROMEO 2015 Este vino ahora forma parte de la Colección. Más concretamente es en Nº! y es el vino que Benjamín Romeo dedica a su padre, Don Andrés Romeo. Es una producción limitada. Procede de un viñedo plantado en 1985 por don Andrés, padre de Benjamín Romeo, en el término de La Liendre, dentro de la zona de San Vicente de la Sonsierra. 🍇 Tipo: Tinto con crianza 🍇 Estilo: Potente y estructurado 🍇 Bodega: Bodega Contador / Benjamín Romeo 🍇 Denominación: La Rioja 🍇 Variedad: Tempranillo 🍇 Alcohol: 14,5% 🍇 Elaboración: Envejecido 18 meses en barricas nuevas de roble francés 🍽 Carnes rojas, asados y estofados de carne. 🍷 Vista: Color rojo oscurecido con capa alta. 🍷 Nariz: notas a frutas rojas y negras maduras se combinan con recuerdos minerales. 🍷 Boca: Maduro y potente. Se nota el terroir y algo de regaliz. Mucho cuerpo pero fresco. 🥇 @guiapenin 96 🥇@timatkinmw 95 🥇@wine_advocate 93 🥇@ames.suckling 93 …….. @marvilaplanaestrada #mesaparaocho #foodandwine #vineyard #wine #winery #winelover #winetasting #vino #winetime #winelovers #winestagram #instawine #wineoclock #winelife #vineyards #winemaker #sommelier #vines #winemaking #wineporn #bodegacontador #rioja #spanishwinelover #spanishwine #benjaminromeo @riojawine @riojawinetours @rioja (en Bodega Contador) https://www.instagram.com/p/CO8rLohhRE_/?igshid=8kz5tvvbi71p
Marques de Casa Concha, 03 vintage via /r/wine https://ift.tt/2QuTq93
I hope that the Windtrace event is canon in the sense that the Traveller and Paimon are able to recruit their friends for a fun game of hide and seek after a really stressful and traumatic archon quest.
I like to imagine that maybe someone in Mondstadt saw them acting a bit differently after We Will Be Reunited and convinced the Windtrace NPC to recruit the Traveller to play.