You're also not known for sitting still with the Archon from Mondstadt, yet here you are. Within arm's reach.
[ There's something sly, whimsical about it. For as truthful as it was, there's a light jab to his words. It bounces nicely on the way Morax responds – but settles when he seems insistent on not resting if there's conversation. ]
Fine. Not a peep, then.
[ For his lips tighten, neck rolls back and the wind carries a pleasant breeze soon after. It brushes to their frames – moves the fabrics of their clothes, tussles their hair... and truthfully, kisses against their skin. It's calming, satisfying, and all encompassing.
Barbatos says nothing. The hawks in the distance cry out, the sound of trees moving back and forth with swaying branches – it was beautiful. He knows it is.
However, five minutes of silence was all he can offer. ]
no subject
[ There's something sly, whimsical about it. For as truthful as it was, there's a light jab to his words. It bounces nicely on the way Morax responds – but settles when he seems insistent on not resting if there's conversation. ]
Fine. Not a peep, then.
[ For his lips tighten, neck rolls back and the wind carries a pleasant breeze soon after. It brushes to their frames – moves the fabrics of their clothes, tussles their hair... and truthfully, kisses against their skin. It's calming, satisfying, and all encompassing.
Barbatos says nothing. The hawks in the distance cry out, the sound of trees moving back and forth with swaying branches – it was beautiful. He knows it is.
However, five minutes of silence was all he can offer. ]
Are you rested, yet?