[ It felt so simple for him. A day, at most, in another land. To see the growth of the lands they've stabilized and still fight for prosper. Isn't that the seeds they've planted together when they ascended and taken their own weight of Archonhood?
Barbatos underestimates what it takes for Morax to leave, for her knows not truly who he could be and the storm he feels.
Of course, when he insists it was Barbatos' own doing for assuming, his eyes shut in annoyance. For as pained as he may be at not getting his way, looking a fool to someone like him... that stung worse! ]
T-That's not the point! Every wish and dream is an assumption, then! We could go back and forth like that beautiful invention they call a wheel – roll on and on with blame. [ He wasn't prepared for the precision that Morax prods him with, sharp as a spear and as relentless as his past conquest. Subtle? Barbatos thinks he is, but the defensively curled wings, the inattentive eyes that can't settle on the hooded man in front of him, and the dull glow of emotion on his marks – it was all so clear.
He's embarrassed, angry, and feels very much mortal. ] The wind blows in two directions at such rare moments. For the words you spill past your lips can be said to you as well.
[ That Barbatos wishes to be here for Morax. He needs footing. He has to. A finger angled high, wagging accusingly in his direction leads him. ]
You are the closest I have. [ It's... different with the other Archons. His winds were different too. Do they know the true burden of Celestia...? ] A kinship. A brotherhood, in a way. I tire of talks of this if nothing changes. I wished for the fearsome Morax in Mondstadt for merely a day, where we can just... be. Shall I sing it more plainly to you?
[ His assumptions continue to be his downfall. ]
However, I am here now. Do not waste my time as I can be just as busy as you!
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Barbatos underestimates what it takes for Morax to leave, for her knows not truly who he could be and the storm he feels.
Of course, when he insists it was Barbatos' own doing for assuming, his eyes shut in annoyance. For as pained as he may be at not getting his way, looking a fool to someone like him... that stung worse! ]
T-That's not the point! Every wish and dream is an assumption, then! We could go back and forth like that beautiful invention they call a wheel – roll on and on with blame. [ He wasn't prepared for the precision that Morax prods him with, sharp as a spear and as relentless as his past conquest. Subtle? Barbatos thinks he is, but the defensively curled wings, the inattentive eyes that can't settle on the hooded man in front of him, and the dull glow of emotion on his marks – it was all so clear.
He's embarrassed, angry, and feels very much mortal. ] The wind blows in two directions at such rare moments. For the words you spill past your lips can be said to you as well.
[ That Barbatos wishes to be here for Morax. He needs footing. He has to. A finger angled high, wagging accusingly in his direction leads him. ]
You are the closest I have. [ It's... different with the other Archons. His winds were different too. Do they know the true burden of Celestia...? ] A kinship. A brotherhood, in a way. I tire of talks of this if nothing changes. I wished for the fearsome Morax in Mondstadt for merely a day, where we can just... be. Shall I sing it more plainly to you?
[ His assumptions continue to be his downfall. ]
However, I am here now. Do not waste my time as I can be just as busy as you!