( zhongli’s throat feels a little dry. he doesn’t dare look away from venti’s eyes when he changes, lest he feel the heat. it’s pointless, though, because seeing venti in that beautiful robe, telling him to change, to match him…
zhongli immediately undoes the sash of his own robe. it drops to the floor, off his shoulders, silently, as he reaches for the brown robe, taking a very, very long time guiding it onto his arms.
he hasn’t said a god damn word, he’s realizing. the air feels static, filled with electricity. )
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zhongli immediately undoes the sash of his own robe. it drops to the floor, off his shoulders, silently, as he reaches for the brown robe, taking a very, very long time guiding it onto his arms.
he hasn’t said a god damn word, he’s realizing. the air feels static, filled with electricity. )