( zhongli cups venti’s cheek, then, admiring the pretty teal and cyan of his eyes. he’s quiet for a second, simply breathing, before he brushes a gentle kiss to venti’s lips. )
Barbatos, I…
( old man, not knowing how to put any of his feelings into words.
no subject
Barbatos, I…
( old man, not knowing how to put any of his feelings into words.
he’s never had to. )