[ He's still when Zhongli touches him. Even in his slumber, the geo has a way to resonate with the anemo. He's long since lost his cyan glow, but he feels... sated. Calmed. His form stopping a restless movement because of Zhongli's fingers through the tufts of hair. Venti isn't sure if what he saw last night was some drunken misunderstanding but... he hopes not.
And truthfully, he does dream of Morax in ways that make his chest raise a bit quicker. Hm. ]
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And truthfully, he does dream of Morax in ways that make his chest raise a bit quicker. Hm. ]