[ For all that he may be stoic and unmovable at times, Zhongli is unfailingly kind. It's not the impression Venti had of him in their first meeting, but he's come to see it in the tender gestures his fellow Archon makes.
The hugs draws him in and Venti is able to bury his face in the front of Zhongli's shirt, hiding the conflict and guilt that wracks his expression despite his best efforts to smother it. Like this, he can hide the subtle tremble of his hands as he curls them into fists against Zhongli's jacket. His voice is muffled so that when he next speaks, the warble in it is only just audible.
Zhongli truly is considerate. Calling him the War God always seemed like a disservice, and never more than in this very instant.
Venti buries his face against the other Archon and tries not to inhale sharply. He fails. ]
It's almost worse that I don't remember some of it at all.
[ The words come out a whisper, no more than a mere ghost. He clings tighter and keeps his face pressed to the other's front. ]
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The hugs draws him in and Venti is able to bury his face in the front of Zhongli's shirt, hiding the conflict and guilt that wracks his expression despite his best efforts to smother it. Like this, he can hide the subtle tremble of his hands as he curls them into fists against Zhongli's jacket. His voice is muffled so that when he next speaks, the warble in it is only just audible.
Zhongli truly is considerate. Calling him the War God always seemed like a disservice, and never more than in this very instant.
Venti buries his face against the other Archon and tries not to inhale sharply. He fails. ]
It's almost worse that I don't remember some of it at all.
[ The words come out a whisper, no more than a mere ghost. He clings tighter and keeps his face pressed to the other's front. ]