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[ Morax has been busy.

the Archon War left remnants of corruption as dead gods decayed through Liyue. the horrors that were left behind came in the form of plagues of the mind, and to contain the harm, Morax had drafted the Yaksha. both Adepti and mortal alike had taken up some means of protecting Liyue.

now that Guizhong had gone, it meant that Morax was left to guide those left of their people from Guili and to the south by the shores. the terrain did not make it easy, but nothing that was easy was ever worth doing. the work was hard, and the Adepti worked as much as those they were trying to preserve. they had a common interest in Liyue: it was their home. even if Morax was new to the role of Geo Archon, he lead well, if not a little ruthlessly.

when Barbatos comes to him the first time, he's not sure what to do with him. he had expected someone more like himself, and less ... like how Barbatos was, eager and all to willing to partake in so many leisures. he wondered, often, how such a creature managed to win the war between the divine of Mondstadt.

of course, Barbatos was late. ]

When you agree to meet someone at a certain place and a certain time, that word forges a contract. [ his voice is steady, and his face has the fleeting expression of mild annoyance (it's better than his stoney face, which graces it more than not). ] One that you have conveniently now broken.

[ There was much to do. So much that even Barbatos feels a bit of guilt leaving his lands to tend to something more personal. The winged being could do his own training or carry about his own affairs – certainly he has the means and champions to provide him comfort but...

Liyue beckons him on a soft invitation.

Being taught the ways of humanity was never easy. From a wisp to taking this form, Barbatos has a lot to learn. Morax will be a good teacher for that, right? Right?

When he arrives in Liyue, he doesn't truly realize the time. The welcome could have been a lot sharper, but it doesn't stop Barbatos from trying his luck. In fact, it encourages him further. ]

You hadn't convinced me to sign on some beautifully dotted line. I could say I can bring every star from the sky to you as a gift but no contract would be forged. My apologies!

[ Put the contract boner away. ]

The weather was pleasant, I hope you were able to enjoy it as I did. Take solace with days like this, they do seem to be far and few between.

[ He doesn't land, instead hovering to be eye-level with the Geo. Studying, curious eyes flighty like a hummingbird to inspect him and the land around them. ]

It is good to meet, no matter the delay.

[ how

infuriating.

each time he met with Barbatos he hoped to forge at least some kind of agreement with his neighboring Archon. he would like to believe that's what kept him meeting with his border's god, rather than anything so useless as pleasant weather. Morax rarely relaxed, and when he did, especially nowadays, it was among those that discussed new contracts – new ways of ensuring Liyue's future. perhaps some part of him was secretly enamored with the idea of Barbatos' free nature, no matter how far down he wanted to shove it, as he, himself, did not really know how to relax.

later he'd realize that his own wellbeing was essential to those around him, as well as his own work ethic, but that would come far, far later. ]

We both work toward a time when days like these can be enjoyed by all through our two nations.

[ as if in reply to both the comment and Barbatos' disregard to his personal space, he waves dark fingers as if to swat him away. there's not much he can do about this now.

though Barbatos does point out the nice day, something that Morax hadn't stopped to consider. his bright eyes wander to the blooms on the trees and the sound of the river. Guizhong would enjoy this. he can hear her voice saying as much, commenting on the green hues and foreign flowers, and for a bare moment it gives him pause. ]

How does Mondstadt fare?

[ because he's back to thinking about trade routes and politics. ]

[ Freedom dangles in front of Morax, carried by two expansive snowy white wings. It almost felt cruel, in a way. Presenting such a flighty attitude to someone bound by duty and weighted by choices. Barbatos clamors on often as if freedom was so easily obtainable, that if a nameless bard can rip a wall of storms down with his fellow Mondstadter... why can't anyone else? It's optimistic as much as it is foolish.

When Morax swats away at him, he weaves with a laugh and circles around him on a pleasant breeze, one that also catches the Geo's skin too. ]

It will be an even more beautiful day when that arrives – for it will be the standard. Someone earned. Something right.

[ Stopping in front of Morax, Barbatos tilts his head as if he sees a crack in the Geo – no? Maybe? No matter... ]

The change in season is bringing the workers to the fields quicker. Talks of a festival to celebrate seems to be all I hear about. It sounds fun!

[ Of course, that's how he goes. Not the troubles of certain clans still in a struggle for power or any misfortunes. Barbatos speaks of the little victories. ]

I'll send you a prompt invitation when the inaugural day arrives.

[ it dangles in front of him and he can't even see it.

Barbatos' laughter mingles with the wind (or perhaps the wind is laughing with him) and it touches his cheeks, ruffling his hood and kissing his skin. it feels like a touch, and his face sets stubbornly against the feeling, but the barest pink is in the shadows of his hood.

he's the Geo Archon, militant and steady in his rule, but is completely unused to Barbatos' easy smiles and frequent laughter. it's as if he makes this sort of intimacy easy, but Morax reasons that he's not there for that.

at all. ]

I'll pass it to those merchants that would see pathways to our newly paved roads. I expect them to be well worn through Stone Gate.

[ because he's busy and has no time for celebration, probably. ]

[ Barbatos can't quite say that the two were closer than allies. Not yet. He'd like to – he values friendship and comradery equally. As curious as a wisp, he pokes and prods at the exterior that Morax puts up. For everything he presents himself with feels... false. How could someone live as Morax did? The assumption wasn't off point, but – it feels lonely and far too much work. The grasp he keeps on his lands were loose, allowing wind and people to come and go. Morax fosters a different growth from his grip on his role.

The ends of his braids dance as he shakes his head – hoisting the small basket at his arm's crook to him. It's.. uh, full of wine. A new favorite of his. ]

You trust their judgment into Mondstadt but not your own eyes? The invitation is for you! We can even blend in a little. You can leave your hood aside and I can lose the wings –

[ His wings curl around Barbatos from behind, their tips focused as if trying to flip Morax's hood off teasingly. He'll fail, undoubtedly. ]

Are you not curious about seeing the land I helped mold too? I did a really great job with my people, I swear it!

[ Morax fought hard in the Archon War, crushing the cruelties of the gods around him that would take Liyue for sinister means. to him, his duty has become personal, and the words that Guizhong had left him with still echo in his own head.

Those little people are as small and fragile as dust.
Because they are so small, they know not when they will lose their lives to disaster or strife, and so they are afraid.

they never forged a contract, but Morax never meant to break their promise. it could be reasoned as sentimental, but he saw it as an extension of his commitment. he would rather crack and break than betray. ]

Yes – I keep people close, and we hold a promise together. We border one another, and our people should prosper together. If you're holding a celebration, then those that have aided Liyue the most should attend. Perhaps they can also forge long lasting contracts within your land.

[ there's a curious pause, and he tries to pull his hood casually forward so fluttering feathers can't get at his cheeks. they do, just a little bit, and it does nothing for the heat relieving. ]

Isn't that what you believe? That the people will prosper given the opportunity?

[ it's true, but he's missing the point a little. in all of his clamoring to make sure that the proper connections are made, he's a bit stupid on how to connect with Barbatos. ]

[ There was so much that Morax buries underneath the rubble of war, of loss, of erosion. Barbatos has no idea. The only thing he could was sympathize with was loss, for no matter if it was crumbling dust or arrows reining to targets undeserving... life can be cruel as it was fruitful.

It makes Morax hard to pinpoint – he holds back little, regardless. ]

Our people can figure it out together, but you and I deserve the same freedoms. They've done well working where our eyes do not watch and building when we cannot.

[ Stubbornly, he fails at his attempt to show Morax a lighter side – where the sun can dance against his skin as much as the calm wind. His wings withdraw, sprawling behind him with an outstretched span. ]

Are you denying me, blockhead? Hmph. Perhaps I'll return to Mondstadt proper...

[ what ]

Barbatos.

[ what in these Seven Nations is Barbatos fussed about? ]

What do you want from me?

[ with gold-laced fingers, he rubs the bridge of his nose, fluttering either side of his hood. ]

[ A pout puffs his cheeks up, eyes looking away only briefly. ]

Morax.

[ He mimics with the same gruff, albeit totally out-of-character. ]

Isn't it obvious? I am giving you an invitation and you are denying it without regret. Our borders are open for a reason. It means you can come to Mondstadt if you so choose.

[ Choose being the important word. ]

[ even meeting with Barbatos could be trying – he's wondering if he's wasted his time coming to see him, if talks of ways to further progress would just fall flat. there had to be something that put Barbatos in his current position – Celestia must have seen some potential, right?

simply existing without a purpose is a discomfort he didn't think he'd ever have to face. there was always somewhere to go, some battle to fight and some bridge to build to further safety and prosperity. ]

You're saying you wish for me to come to Mondstadt, yet still providing it as a choice.

[ though he wonders what it would mean for another Archon to be announced in nations still forming, though Barbatos exist that they do this incognito. ]

My absence will be noted, and until the corruption subsides, I am needed. My duty is tied to Liyue, and I can not abandon them, even if for a fleeting moment. Guidance is now needed, and there are terrors that crawl from where places where pieces of the sky have fallen. They need protection.

[ there's a long pause, and he sighs. ]

...

But I know the value in your companionship.

[ It was selfish of Barbatos. Not all can live as he does. Not all... truly feels that once the noose has loosened, there was so much life left to be had. He lives among the mortals and instead of ruling, he does not expect praise. Perhaps, he had flown too close to the sun and left himself a bit more vulnerable for it – for these feelings in his chest were quite a bit more mortal. ]

Wanting and demanding are two different things.

[ For the choice had been made and his eyes only tremble slightly at the prospect of enjoying a festival alone – an outsider pretending to fit in among the mortals.

What else was new?

Barbatos forces a smile, as if the sun washes away any sense of disappointment. There would be no need to let it fester like a wound. ]

I see, always the worker. Workers too, must have days of rest, though. Do make sure to remember that centuries from now.

[ A gentle rib follows, especially knowing that if stone does not move now... perhaps one day in the far future it will. ]

And I yours. Which brings me here now. Wasting the day would be criminal. What would my Liyue host require of his guest today, I wonder?

[ As swiftly as his disappointment arrived, Barbatos sweeps it under the rug. His form distances himself a bit, finally letting his feet touch the ground as he feels the earth underneath him.

He didn't feel like flying right now. ]

[ it was selfish of him, but Morax had come to realize that his neighbor was more hedonistic than dutiful. it left a rift between them in nature, and Morax unable to figure out how to bridge it. it's not something that he can fathom, so Barbatos throws him like no one else can. it's mildly disconcerting for someone who prides themselves on their stony exterior. Morax was someone who always knew what action to take – both morally as well as logically – picking up responsibility and seeing things through when he took a misstep.

he couldn't say that he completely understood Barbatos' disappointment, but he could see it there when his expression flickers and when he forcefully perks up.

the tides turn, and with long fingers touched with gold, he takes Barbatos' chin and tilts it upward. ]

You're not being honest with me. Freedom does not mean that you can't have your own desires, as you're free to do so, in every contrary aspect of your nature. Do not turn this question on me, even if you believe I can't fulfill it.

[ he asks again, a little more softly. ]

What do you want from me?

[ There was nothing inherently wrong about what he wants, was there? To continue their relationship. Prosperous as it was beneficial to their people, it was... a curious thing. Perhaps, Barbatos in his nature, was all about overcoming impossible odds.

Bringing Morax to Mondstadt feels like one of those challenges.

Yet... he is also lazy. He yields, if only to keep pleasant company and enjoy the day – he wasn't lying about that. This strange sense of pity for Morax melds with a hint of resentment.

This was the first time someone denied him, okay!

It happens too quickly for him to react. The expanse of his wings defensively falls, pressing curled to his back when Morax's fingers grab to that rounded chin. He feels his shoulders fall next, his eyes washed with a nervous jitter – where should he look? Would he be reprimanded if he tilts his gaze away in embarrassment?

The words and question slip past his lips without any buffer – they're sharp but... ]

I told you.

[ Barbatos' weapons were words, but he does not fight so freely. ]

You welcome me to your lands, yet when I do it... you find an excuse. You must trust your people to carry on your teachings or else you may hold onto them too firmly.

[ Duties and their roles were easy to use as an excuse, but Barbatos and those soft eyes of his close when his words leave next: ]

I wanted to enjoy an apple with you walking through freshly paved paths and find the same joy our people have earned. Festivals do not last weeks, or years, or centuries. I wanted a moment with you, Morax.

[ And then, a gust of wind surrounds them. Barbatos' braids glow cool cyan, whipping around them every which way as his childish temper tantrum was as playful as it was serious. ]

Think, blockhead!

[ 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. ]

[ There would always be a storm inside of Barbatos. While considered weak for the loose rule on his people, Anemo was still a very dangerous concept and element. It resonates often with the others — but curiously… not with Geo. This brings them to a crossroads, where Barbatos tries to swallow his own curiosity on seeing Morax free from duties even for just one afternoon.

He may know all of the tales that have come and will come to be but faith is what keeps Morax’s image clean. If not now, he knows one day Morax will be tired … and the pieces will fall into place like dwindling leaves from the gust-filled storm.

Morax was bold to root him, for any smirk of confidence trying to childishly get a reaction was met with something more intimate than he was ready for.

A settlement — where it would be freedom for the both of them, in their own individual ways. ]

L-Lonely! Lonely, he says! The brooding and dutiful Morax calls me lonely.

[ He is.

He lies to himself.

As the winds disperse and Barbatos looks beyond the Geo to the lands around them, he tries his best to calm his own wants.

His own desires of seeing those who he values live the same mantra he holds dear. ]

It was just rude, you see. For I had hundreds of plans already made for your visit to Mondstadt!

[ A diversion — perhaps one he will follow up with centuries from now. ]

Alas, it is Liyue that calls me this time.

[ loneliness bids loneliness, perhaps. he's known it since Guizhong smiled at him as her life drained from her among the glaze lilies. in Liyue he's surrounded with other Adepti, has created his own means of duty, and still, at times, sits alone at the stone table on Mount Aocang dreaming about the past. ]

Perhaps you should save yourself the trouble next time for when your invitation is accepted. Is it rude to decline, or to make assumptions?

[ there's a dull barb to the words – that was Barbatos' own fault. either way, it's not sharp, and Morax resigns himself to Barbatos' company for a walk. ]

I am not your enemy, Barbatos. [ he says after a moment, a little less terse. ] Before you agree, allow me to explain. You're not as subtle as you think you are, and you hide yourself more than not. I don't mean to pry into your secrets, but if we are to be associates, I would at least have your honesty when I'm bid to aid you. That way, I can better comply with your wishes to find compromise.

[ when he sighs, his hood flutters. ]

I will not turn your feelings into political weapons, and I do not break my promises.

[ 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!

[ perhaps their contrary natures make for nipping back and forth into the soft parts that they thought they had hidden. Barbatos curls back and tries to cover up, and Morax knows he's tapped on something sore.

but he doesn't feel bad, nor does he regret it. foundations are not built on flimsy alliances, they're built on strong bonds between people. if he's to be close with Barbatos, then there are certain truths they both must face.

after a moment, he says: ]

Very well, I will come to you when I'm feeling lonely.

[ even through all of that flutter, he still did listen. ]

Though if you still wish to sing plainly, I've heard tales of your ballads.

[ that was certainly not how Barbatos' meant, but he can also turn a phrase and make a joke. the thought of Barbatos deliberately busying himself to be petty is kind of funny. ]

[ There was a reason why there was still a border, no matter if it was open, between their lands. They were different. Fundamentally, down to their very core. The path they walk is similar but... Barbatos would prove wise to see a stone for a stone, wouldn't he? ]

Good.

[ He leaves it at that, where every bit of wind ceases around them. It's still and now, Barbatos realizes how fast his heart had begun to beat. Silly little thing – something so small was so powerful, huh?

Morax earns a huff, where his tongue presses inside of his cheek. Up to the air he takes flight again, laying on his side lazily mid-flight a foot or two away with his wings returning to their sprawled out splendor. ]

Sorry, no can do. The more I think about it, the more I like the idea of you earning my ballads. It would be one tailored specifically for you, after all, from a place of vulnerability. You think I'd give that away for free?!

[ there goes Barbatos, unable to keep still. Morax may not be the best at exploring his emotions, but Barbatos wore his heart on his sleeve for everyone to see, if they were to look the right way. it was refreshing, even if it was frustrating.

there's an inelegant snort in response. ]

Freedom does not give much away for free now, does it? So you've decided to make demands. [ he says a little flatly, watching him flutter about with bright, gold eyes watching from beneath the shadow of his hood. ] What do you want in return?

[ it's the most he's ever asked that question, because he can never seem to completely tell what Barbatos is after. even in their meeting now with Morax's specific goals ... Barbatos seems flighty, just happy for the company. it's still hard to wrap his head around, so he needed to name it "loneliness."

it made it easier. ]

[ No worries, his inability to keep still is what brings him to Liyue. For him, traveling and moving around came easily. ]

Demands or a fair trade? You do like to get particular with your words. [ Payback for questioning if a denial or assumption was ruder. Barbatos could come up with a deal worthy of its weight but... ] Ehe, let me think... a ballad fit for Morax...

[ There's mischief in his words. ]

I'll spend centuries to do so. Perfect each line, rewrite it again and again, study how song and history solidifies to something tangible...

[ With a swift swoop of his form, he's hovering on a small gust, hair lifted a few inches and his form inches from Morax – staring past shadows and a Cheshire-like grin on his lips. ]

You have no qualms about being patient. I will sing you a perfect ballad – not one like you'll hear on a cold wind to Liyue – one for you only. When you join me in Mondstadt.

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When engaging in exchanges that have nebulous value on the perceptions of those who make the agreements, there are demands and there are fair trades. It's up to us to tell which from which.

[ well, Morax supposes that there are some things that Barbatos takes seriously. he doesn't mind waiting – he's waited for longer for something, and he can do it again. ]

Very well. [ he can't fathom why Barbatos wishes him to visit so badly – it baffles him, but he agrees. as a neighbor, he must place some trust in their agreements, no matter how trivial and confusing he may find them. ] When Liyue is safe and your ballad is complete, we will meet in Mondstadt at our leisure.

[ a gold eye looks over at Barbatos from the corner of the folds of his hood. ]

I agree.

I'd like to hope you hold me in as high of a value as I hold you.

[ The words slip past his lips far quicker than they can catch him. Fair trades, weighing the true value of something like a song or a visit – it was all subjective and the two of them had different ideals on many things. Where a good meal may be lavish and rich in protein for Morax, a couple apples may satisfy Barbatos. Where a loose sense of a schedule keeps Barbatos happen, Morax may require planning.

Two different beings, no matter how they come together here and now.

However. He can't... exactly look at Morax in the eye once he realizes what he says. He looses the small footing he had, instead back to reacting. ]

Good. It gives me time, which can be such a rarity if one isn't careful. When you come to me in Mondstadt, a song in your name will be my greatest gift to you.

[ there were valuable stones that were used for currency and exchanges of goods. the humans had begun to mine during their travels, reaping precious minerals they could from Liyue as they continued their migration the southern coast.

those were of tangible value; they were traded for items that held the same utility.

Morax frowns, not because it annoys him, but because it's a difficult sentiment to parse. Barbatos is already chattering about something else as he mulls it over. ]

To what value would you hope that I held you to?

[ since he can't get off it. ]

But, this new food called hashbrowns are pretty good of a gift too. You'd –

[ He stops. As much as he is nimble, navigating between difficult topics with less responsibility than a symbol of Mondstadt should – Morax catches him.

His face loses color a bit and he... isn't sure what the answer is...? No one's ever asked that. No one's ever saw the value outside of the nameless bard and the companions he leaves behind in Mondstadt. For the wisp was far from the first choice for the Anemo title.

When Morax asks the question... Barbatos tilts his head curiously. Was it not obvious, even if he himself had no answer? ]

I'm not... certain? Pleasant company, one would hope, hehe! [ Maybe Morax had the real answer. Funny, if that was the case, huh? ] For the times we've sat alone, away from business involving war... strife... planning with the others – I would hope you call upon me for moments of rest as well.

[ one day, he'll resign to the idea that he can never fully understand Barbatos, that they're too different, too contrasted, to ever fully understand the nuances of their respective natures.

one day, he'll partake in his own leisure, sitting at Third-Round Knockout and judging the tastes of the families of Mondstadt's great wineries.

one day, he'll see those differences as something he doesn't want to fully understand, that they are Barbatos', and like part of any other story, that the flaws and insecurities wove it into something all the more to be cherished.

today, he stands for a moment, watching the details in Barbatos' expression as if they could reveal some great mystery. how could Barbatos not be of value to him? the Anemo Archon was chosen by Celestia, survived during a war and terraformed the great nation of Mondstadt into something livable for the people who only knew hardship. it makes Morax think that he doesn't mean it in the same way, as if there's another sort of value to be had in each other's company. ]

Come, show me how to rest and I'll tell you a story.

[ an exchange makes him more comfortable, as if he needed to reason in the rest. he'll get better, eventually, but stones do not give under pressure: they smooth over, round their edges and become something different. ]

[ It was difficult. For Barbatos, as different as he was from the others, still echoes sentiments of someone dear to him. Sunny, optimistic, fighting for what seems unobtainable... ah, but the inexperience in life is telling. The young wisp may mimic a mortal form but he can't explain what seems to be left so unsaid between them.

There's a balance there – one that keeps them working together devotedly for the betterment of their people.

But the balance is thrown off just enough. Morax requests something and he follows the lead dutifully. He doesn't question or demand more, his eyes looks past the Liyue territory to underdeveloped lands of marsh. However – he spots a small clearing. ]

Alright. I'll be a merciful judge.

[ Those wings take flight – expanded to full flight and off a few handfuls of yards away. The croaks of frogs, the crickets come to join them... and Barbatos takes to the land with a knee, not caring of the dirt to the white of his attire as he sits back on his legs. ]

Sit with me and ignore everything outside of nature's song to us.

[ Morax follows at an easy pace, his steps long and lost in the flow of his robes. when Barbatos stops, he stands just behind him, aware of their surroundings as he picks a place to rest his rear. after he seems satisfied that they're not followed nor at the center of an attack, he sits beside him.

he lounges like a reclining statue, carved of stone, an arm behind him holding his weight while the other drapes over his knee. ]

Are you certain you'll be able to keep still long enough?

[ he tilts his chin downward and closes his eyes, but he still gets the jab in. ]

[ Two different demeanors, but they both seemed to fit their personality. Or, well, the aura of their monuments sprinkled across their lands. Don't think Barbatos hasn't gotten a glance of the mysterious Geo in his more laxed state. Not quite resigned to a moment to just breathe and be, but... it's a start.

His cheeks puff out in a huff when the jab comes. He adjusts his seat, legs outspread soon after and his palms digging into the dirt behind him as he tilts his gaze up instead. ]

You do forget I like naps... I wonder if I'll have one with how boring your company could be. Hmmm.

[ He lies. He'd most likely only fall victim to sleep if he finds a nice song or fine wine to share with Morax. ]

[ Barbatos's rebuttal is harmless, if not charming, considering that it's Barbatos is the one who first sought his company in the first place. really, he's just chirping up a storm like a disagreeable bird. ]

Weren't you the one who wanted to listen to nature? It sounds as if you'd rather hear the sound of my voice.

[ because each time Barbatos decides to be a brat about something, Morax has to reply in turn. the cycle continues even when Barbatos decides that it's time to relax and listen to something else other than the grumble of an old rock. ]

[ Maybe Barbatos wanted to listen to the deep, controlled voice. Sue him. You'll win no Mora from that. He keeps his lips sealed, smiling with a huff as he tries to combat the accusation. ]

Only because you don't know how to relax. This is what this is about, you know. The moment you relax, the moment I demand to hear your story.

[ And judgmentally, he squints and begins to look over to Morax. Eyes scan, they digest the way his face rests. There's still a sense of tension, the kind that feels guarded. ]

Are you comfortable? Most people lay their head back when they rest.

[ Liyue is at war. Morax has never really been one to idle, he was a creature of action. if his nation is fighting, then he is fighting, and he never knew that he should shake it, even if it would benefit both him and Liyue. Barbatos works away at his edges, diligently in a way that Morax doesn't recognize, and thus allows it to happen more readily then he would if he did. ]

I'm fine. This is not a bed.

[ quite the statement.

there are rumors that Morax sleeps standing up, and others still that say he makes his bed of stone and quilt of sand. coincidentally, neither of those are true, but he has fallen asleep sitting up several times if the situation called for it. ]

We're relaxing, not sleeping.

[ see, he's relaxed.

in some kind of way. ]

It can be, if you allow yourself to rest. Let everything wash away... find the softest things to lay your head back onto and just center your mind.

[ He pouts, cheeks puffed out. Many of times, Barbatos has laid claim to the soil as much as the air or trees sprouted from the land. It wasn't his preferred, but... there was something nice about being grounded if only for a moment.

It is difficult with the wars and the conflict to have these moments of clarity. There was so much to do at all times... part of him does feel guilty for even bothering him after his abrupt denial of planning for the future.

Yet, he looks down to his own outstretched lap, curious for a moment. His words escape far too quickly: ]

You still seem tense. [ Accusatory. ] You're not lying to me, are you? Hmmmmm?

[ Best way to make him relax is just stressing him out further, sounds legit. ]

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[ just as Morax closes his eyes to try and relax, Barbatos starts chirping again and making demands of his attention with wildly inaccurate insinuations. one golden eye opens in a thin slit, dark eyebrows drown down to consider him with a slight annoyance. ]

I'm not known for lying.

[ there's a firm, flat tone to his voice.

perhaps they don't know each other as well as they should – or perhaps, which is most likely closer to the truth, Barbatos is learning just how to push against his boundaries. ]

Rest will be difficult if you keep talking.

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. ]

Are you rested, yet?

[ Barbatos sounds like he has something in mind, and that makes him ... well, it should make him wary, and it does, but it's also curious. is he so easily manipulated by Mondstadt's Archon?

in fact, the entire time he's quiet he's not really paying attention to the nature at all, but instead thinking about what kind of trickery Barbatos may be planning. finally, when he feels a small vibration of the earth, he begins to relax.

and then ]

Are you finding joy in this?

[ enjoying this – Barbatos has to be enjoying this.

both dark brows draw down, his eyes open and he looks a artfully tousled. ]

Joy in your company, you mean?

[ His tongue is sharp and his words show little restraint. As much as he insists on rest, there is something about 'playtime' that always seems to catch his interest. Trickery and mischief, imagination comes to play and creates something... fun.

...For him, anyway. ]

Are you not relaxed in my presence? When I am still and stable?

[ Then... he poses a challenge: ]

Some people relax better when they're resting against one another. I saw two on the cliff in Mondstadt, one fallen asleep against the other's arm. And another in the fields of Windrise, with their head in the lap of their companion as they stared up at the clouds.

[ at a time like this, he can't fathom how Barbatos can have fun, but in the same vein can't help but be pulled into it. it's as innerving as it is very grudgingly refreshing.

Morax watches Barbatos with a hint of obvious wariness, as if his lap may contain snake that could bite him at any moment. ]

What you're suggesting is that you'd have my head in your lap.

[ just to be clear here.

well, he doesn't seem to oppose the idea. ]

[ If one can live a simple life, even a breeze can be entertainment. This is what this moment was: simple. Barbatos didn't need to do anything but... be. Nothing called to him but the companion he had here.

Curiously, his suggestion was welcomed with a gut-punch of a too plain explanation. ]

Y-You don't have to make it sound like that!?

[ there's a brief thought of what does he want from me? before he sighs and relents. Barbatos doesn't have much time to prepare, because Morax is already shifting far too gracefully around in the folds of his robes, arranging himself from one stone statue to the next. ]

You should say what you want. I cannot properly weigh my response otherwise.

[ it's a low, silly gruff little complaint that feels like it may give him more control than he feels he has. Morax is surprisingly gentle upon his descent, resting the back of his hooded head in the scoop between Venti's thighs. if there's discomfort, it doesn't look like it bothers him, he's just

contemplative.

this is new, not unwelcome, but certainly something he never saw himself doing. ]

[ What does he want from me? To sit here silently for hours?

They both were at a crossroads. He enjoys lounging and lazing around... but he also enjoys company. The sound of his voice was a comfort he'd readily fly to Liyue for – though he'd try to hide it best he could. Morax was fascinating and the wisp had much of the world to learn about. What better way than his neighbor? ]

I say what I want plenty, you just usually do not indulge or –

[ It happens quickly. Morax moves and both of Venti's hands hover up as if unsure what to do. This wasn't like the mortals but... ]

Your hood.

[ He can't deny it was a different look and makes him just... smile? It tugs at his lips, a warmth that was new as well as terrifying. ]

[ Morax settles easily and without much extra movement. a breath goes from his lips and out his nose audibly as his body gets heavier. he rests his hands over his chest, weaving golden fingers together as if he were lying in a coffin.

he even closes his eyes for a good measure. ]

What about my hood?

[ even now he still looks like he's a little stony. it's almost admirable. ]

It needs to be pulled all the way back.

[ It didn't need to be. There was no rules, no indication that he had to. But, with Zhongli laying upon his thighs, Venti is left huffing with his own inability to settle his hands.

He still looks a bit more uncomfortable than he'd like. ]

It'll help you... ah, relax more?

[ Morax's first instinct is to refute it, to say that it doesn't matter how his hood is worn in all efforts to relax, but he certainly knows that Barbatos will turn it into something else, and he thinks better of it. so, he lifts his head just enough to shake his hood free, resting himself back on the warm gap between Barbatos' thighs.

while Morax doesn't fidget, he does shift back and forth with purpose – until the curve behind his head is resting right on the bump of Barbatos' leg. there are gold eyes that close just briefly, but opening again to look up at him shamelessly. ]

Is this what you want?

[ it's hard to tell if he's trying to sate Barbatos, or if it's an accusation, but still, he's there, and he's resting to some extent. ]

Perhaps.

[ 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. ]

[ perhaps he says, as if that word has any finality to it. Barbatos is already relaxing when the skeptic look passes Morax's face, but he leaves it as it is.

a breath draws in through his nose, and then out his lips. the tension in his shoulders begin to drain, and his body gets a heavy. he would think that this wasn't so bad, if he was stubborn enough to admit it. even Barbatos' hand holds an odd kind of comfort – Morax was not a friendly god, and he inspired loyalty, but consolation.

he would say that Barbatos was soft, but not as an insult, but as a curious term so opposite his own nature. it's the last think that he thinks about before he finds himself dozing, as much as he can, to the sound of the wind rustling the leaves. his body, stiff and tense with war, feels more drained than he remembers it when his muscles unravel.

it's an odd thing to be unused to. ]

[ Barbatos wished he could shield this moment away from the rest of the world. Nature witnesses two Archons at a compromise, one that does satisfy Barbatos more than words could explain. Sadly, it also plants seeds he cannot harvest. Never his specialty, why would that change now?

He is kind in these moments. To let the idle twitch of his fingers - so slight it barely moves a stray bit of his hair – comfort Morax beyond the way he may ever ask for.

Barbatos' wings settle defensively around both of them as he just ...is.

There is nothing else they needed to be but in this moment. With his own eyes shut, his hand grows less tense and perhaps Morax can feel that.

Eventually, there will be a snore, so... ]

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IGNORE THAT I USED VENTI AND ZHONGLI IN THE LAST TAGS....

HONEST I DIDNT EVEN NOTICE

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