Prologue

Instead of crying when in pain, he always laughed, cackled and giggled in delighted glee to cover up the bleeding of his heart. With a tongue made of silver, Kaeya Alberich was the master of language, able to twist everything into anything he wanted it to be, the intention behind every word hidden with such ease it lying was almost instinctive at times. Jean eventually learned to treat his silence as confessions and his laughter as tears streaming down his face. And how she wished to see him shed a tear.

5 times Kaeya laughed instead of crying and 2 times he cried instead of laughing.

AKA the Kaejean Angst fic no one asked for.