[ Barbatos may love freedom, but he loves choice as well. He makes a soft plea, one more of a suggestion and holds that the Geo would oblige him. As he does, with his head rested down – one hand tentatively slowly lowers to the crown of Morax's head. Fingers resting, but not distracting, as his gaze tilts to the sky. Those wings curl around, the tips of one of his wings resting at one of Morax's ribs.
It feels like they settled together now, two pieces of a puzzle that barely fit.
And here. Morax gets his silence after a satisfied sigh. All they have to do is bask in the sun and gentle wind. ]
IGNORE THAT I USED VENTI AND ZHONGLI IN THE LAST TAGS....
[ Barbatos may love freedom, but he loves choice as well. He makes a soft plea, one more of a suggestion and holds that the Geo would oblige him. As he does, with his head rested down – one hand tentatively slowly lowers to the crown of Morax's head. Fingers resting, but not distracting, as his gaze tilts to the sky. Those wings curl around, the tips of one of his wings resting at one of Morax's ribs.
It feels like they settled together now, two pieces of a puzzle that barely fit.
And here. Morax gets his silence after a satisfied sigh. All they have to do is bask in the sun and gentle wind. ]