[ the type of confidence that Morax demands is as if had been carved from stone the moment he was born, and somehow missed all the youthful exuberance of childhood learning. duty and responsibility were within his nature: he knew them well, he signed his name to contracts and forged bonds that he kept as diligently as his name would inspire.
so when Barbatos wiggles and flits underneath his grasp he holds it firm. not even when the wings pick up and whip his robes behind him and stir fallen leaves and bits of sand does he let go. through the howl and twist of winds he holds his chin, purely focused on his face as if he's searching for something.
he loosens his grip when he finds it, crossing his arms over his chest. ]
Next time tell me you're lonely. I may not be able to oblige your invitation, but I will keep you company.
[ even if his company is not warm nor as joyous as someone that may be more affectionate toward the new god of Mondstadt. someone else may be better suited to this, but he's here, and Barbatos seems to want his company in particular, so he doesn't question those wants. ]
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so when Barbatos wiggles and flits underneath his grasp he holds it firm. not even when the wings pick up and whip his robes behind him and stir fallen leaves and bits of sand does he let go. through the howl and twist of winds he holds his chin, purely focused on his face as if he's searching for something.
he loosens his grip when he finds it, crossing his arms over his chest. ]
Next time tell me you're lonely. I may not be able to oblige your invitation, but I will keep you company.
[ even if his company is not warm nor as joyous as someone that may be more affectionate toward the new god of Mondstadt. someone else may be better suited to this, but he's here, and Barbatos seems to want his company in particular, so he doesn't question those wants. ]