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[ Mondstadt's winds carry far, traveling the world during times of rebellion and growth. Once freed, once able – they carry secrets and stories back to the free nation in Teyvat. Through the time after the Archon War, many things remain the same. Travelers began to fill the roads, trades resumed and the nations of Liyue and Mondstadt had a somewhat calm connection.

The sun was particularly strong today, even as Barbatos sails on a slow breeze past Dragonspine. His wings sprawled out, tingling with the warmth, was nothing compared to the kiss of heat his bare back and stomach felt. Lazy as he was, he floats through behind schedule with a leisurely stride. Akin to literally laying in some lazy river and being carried – Barbatos makes no effort to rush his trip to Liyue's Stone Gate. Only a small basket dangles from his hand – a gift to an old ally.

Did he take a nap on the way?

Possibly.

But, as the smell of sunsiettas grow less notable, he smells more earthiness. He's in Liyue by the time he rolls into a normal flying posture, descending from the heavens to his destination. If all goes well, Morax won't have a meteor ready for him. Despite how good it was to travel, he knows the nature was not merely recreational.

Archons still had responsibility, even if Barbatos was in the mind to help guide (not lead) his people. So, he arrives fashionably late – what else was new? ]

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[ 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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