"i keep, if only for one day"
Summary: During the climax of Weinlesefest, instead of wanting to personally meet the Anemo Archon, Razor wishes to get to know his biological parents and the Traveler wishes to help him fulfill his desire. And that one wine they created for this sole purpose is something precious—maybe almost too precious to give up.
The barrel of wine is done, and it’s supposed to buried for it to fully fermented.
But…
Traveler looks at the tight grip that Razor has onto the wine. Their eyes do not fail to notice the way the young man glances at the wine barrel in confusion yet yearning. So much yearning and nervousness.
He’s afraid, and there’s desperation in his hands—strongly holding onto the one thing that connects him to his parents. He doesn’t want to let go. Never.
Not now, that he finally manages to take a slight glimpse on who his parents are.
The blond outlander smiles comfortingly, their hands enveloping those scared hands. Bright but disarrayed crimson eyes snap to them, and the owner stills for a moment. His grip tightens before loosening, and his stand lowering its guard.
“Hey, Razor,” the Traveler’s voice is softer than usual as if soothing a terrified animal. “It’s ok, if you don’t want to let the wine go. You don’t have to bury it now.”
Their golden eyes glow intensely, locking glances to Razor and they say reassuringly, “Take your time. You have all the time you want.”
The wolf-raised youngster drops his eyes to the previous item he has created with all his friends. His hands continue to have a tight clasp. He really doesn’t wish to let go.
“Today! Just today,” Razor exclaims hesitantly, uncertain and still uncomfortable with his feelings. He looks back to the wine barrel. “I take this. I spend time with it! Before giving away…”
Traveler pats his head, pride and happiness for the younger man clearly showing in their eyes.
“Yes, we’ll do that. It’s your choice.”
