( he doesn’t mean to push too hard, to question venti. he’s just now understanding what he’s been feeling so strongly over the centuries. a warm ember that’s grown into a wildfire.
zhongli returns the kiss, chasing that high, smoothing his tongue along venti’s lips.
he knows patience is a virtue. but perhaps he’s waited long enough. )
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( he doesn’t mean to push too hard, to question venti. he’s just now understanding what he’s been feeling so strongly over the centuries. a warm ember that’s grown into a wildfire.
zhongli returns the kiss, chasing that high, smoothing his tongue along venti’s lips.
he knows patience is a virtue. but perhaps he’s waited long enough. )