you could only raise a brow. itto was not someone you should try to pry or edge to spillβheβll always just say whatever is on his mind at any given moment. βyβknow what that means?β he laid dramatically on the floor in front of you, right by the legs of your chair. his eyes were blank, as per usual. not a single, logical thought behind them. it didnβt matter if you responded or not, truly. heβll just open his mouth again. βit means you should totally teach me how to crochet.β
you almost scoffed. βwhat.β
βas my birthday gift!β he smiled up at your from the floor. βlike a free trialβa free tutorial from the crochet master!β
your eyes narrowed. βi think your hands may be too big to hold a crochet needle, itto.β
βaurgh, youβre so meannn!β he sat up, slouching over his legs while still on the floor. βi just wanna make a little hat! that wouldnβt be so hard, right? i could totally learn how to do that.β you raised another brow. sure, maybe you looked a bit more convincing with the needle and yarn that was in your hands right now. or, maybe he just really thought he could do it.
βwhy donβt i just make you one,β you suggested, βand gift it to you for your birthday?β he gaspedβstars practically shined in his eyes at the thought, though you really couldnβt believe he didnβt think of that in the first place?
and when you finished a little tulip hat, you still couldnβt believe your eyes when he was gasping little short breaths of air as he gently placed down the hat on top of aβ¦ bug. a literal beetle.
βthank you, oh thank you!β he cried so loudly. in all your confusion, he was fussing wildly over his bug. βnow my little dude will look so stylish for his next battle!β he fist-pumped the air with a few hard, but genuine laughs.
assigning them a selection of romance quotes that make me want to rip my hair out
featuring. ayato, childe, cyno, xiao ( separate )
notes. sfw, readerβs gender is not really specified ? written in lowercase, not proofread ( my apologies )
β admin sunny πͺΌ
KAMISATO AYATO.
βit could never be a mistake to love you. loving you is a privilege. an honor i don't take lightly, and i want to keep on loving you every single day, for the rest of my days.β β so that happened; katie bailey
a quiet promise under the moonlight. he gently holds onto the tips of your fingers, forehead brushing against your own as the light bathes you in sterling silver. there is something different about him when you are away from the eyes of the public, his shoulders are lax, his eyes soften. itβs a look that is reserved only for you, fluttering under the hours of midnight as you press gentle kisses against the corners of his lip.
sometimes, he feels like a comet pulled into your orbit. the warmth of your touch melts away the formal coating of his exterior, and he would let you pull the heart right out of his chest if only you wanted to. but you donβt, instead you kiss him like he is made of fine porcelain. and in turn, he holds you with all the care in the world, as if you hold the entire universe in the palms of your hands.
if only he had the power, he would bring you the stars and trace the lines of every constellation that reminded him of you into the hold of your gravity.
and when the sky finally clears and the world finally fades to a low hum, ayato is there to finally let the gears in his head stop turning. and only with you does he finally let his heart pulse instead.
CHILDE.
βi canβt say that i understand love, or that iβm very good at it, because iβve never loved anyone before. but i love everything about you. everything. i donβt intend to stop loving you, and i hope that somewhere deep inside, you still love me, too.β β finale; stephanie garber
itβs as if the earth has fractured beneath his feet. childe is not clueless, and maybe, he understood the risks from the very beginning. heβs surrounded by waves, stranded on an iceberg lost at sea as they crash and roar like the storms of inazuma.
and so, he draws back, removing himself from your life. or so he tries β retracting his hands when he feels himself reaching out to you, turning his eyes away when you meet his gaze, pulling back when heβs aware of just how close he is to you.
it doesnβt work, of course it doesnβt. because he could never truly stay away from you. sometimes, he thinks the world is playing a cruel trick on him. you, who continued to stay by his side even through his questionable work, even through the past deceit and wall of lies. how could someone like you, someone who was nothing but good, someone who was beloved by everyone. what could someone like you possibly see in him?
you berate him as soon as that question escapes his lips. he says it like itβs a joke, but you know βyou always do. heβs the one you chose, the only one you want. and when you finally pull him in for one last embrace, when the waves finally wash over him, ajax finds himself finally able to breathe.
CYNO.
βiβve loved you all my life. youβre the love i chose. out of everyone in the world, out of everyone iβve ever known, i chose you. at the edge of everything, love and faith have always brought me back, and back to you.β β queen of air and darkness; cassandra clare
an undying loyalty during the last breath of summer. the foliage of sumeru city never loses its color, vibrant and green throughout the four seasons.
cyno is a busy man, he is always in and out of the rainforest β traversing across the desert sand and discarded temples. but he always returns, like the promise of winter, like a blossoming camellia under the warmth of spring.
the people of sumeru never dream. a fact that has been true for years and on. but sometimes, when he is away from home, when he closes his eyes for just a second β he sees you standing there with a warm eyes and a smile that glows in the sunset.
youβre waiting for him, you always are. and cyno doesnβt waste a single second, running straight towards you and pulling you into a tight embrace. your laughter echoes through his ears, the most vibrant smile flashes your way. and when he wakes in the middle of the night, youβre still there beside him β as if heβd never left at all.
the people of sumeru never dream. he knows that from the very bottom of his heart. but what is a dream, if not with you?
XIAO.
βi am extremely picky about people. most of them, i donβt particularly like. i have very high standards for the ones i let into my life these days. and you, are my favorite of all of them. i love you best of all.β β meet me at the lake; carly fortune
he is a fawn learning to stand on its own for the very first time. clumsy, unstable, distrusting of everything and the world around him.
xiao is not afraid of anything, but he is afraid of you. or perhaps heβs afraid of the feelings you give him. a heavy heart locked behind centuries of bloodshed, he has promised himself he would never allow himself that level of vulnerability ever again.
you bring him a type of uncertainty that he doesn't quite know how to balance, and that makes him afraid. how is he supposed to keep his guard up when it's so easy for you to break past them? when all it takes is for you to press soft kisses against his callous knuckles before he becomes weak in your hold?
βdoes that bother you?β the question rings in the back of his mind. and he falls silent. did it bother him? that you could read him like a book? that you could tell exactly what he was thinking at any given moment? that he couldnβt seem to hide anything from you?
βno,β he finally says, spoken from the depths of his chest, βit doesnβt bother me at all.β