#nightvigil

[melodicbreeze]

“Why do I get the feeling you’re not telling me the truth?” ( nightvigil )

@nightvigil

  “That, aha, would be because I’m not.” There wasn’t an ounce of shame in his tone, and that was before Venti gave him a wink.

“I’ll fill you in in a bit, alright? For now though, could you help me collect some apples? I want to try making something.”

[melodicbreeze]

“The rooms spinning,” how much longer will he remain on his feet in such a state? It's really rather uncertain.

   “I’d quite argue it isn’t.” Though he quips, Venti’s on his feet in an instance- he knows better than to try to grab Xiao to help him, so instead he hovers by just in case.

“Come on, sit down, and let me fuss for once in your life hm?”

[melodicbreeze]

Tucks a flower behind Venti's ear. Tries to fix his bow a little. He's doing his best to show affection, cut him some slack.

   It’s cute, his quiet doting. When he’s sure his bow is as straight as it’s going to get, Venti pries Xiao’s hand from it simply to hold. 

“You don’t need an excuse, dear adeptus.”

[melodicbreeze]

"I had a guy bring me to an expensive restaurant once with only meat-centric dishes. I was a broke 18 year old who was vegetarian. I don't let Zhongli set me up on dates anymore."

   The words are, predictably, met with loud laughter. Venti props his cheek in his hand, looking quite thoroughly amused.

“A wise decision, probably. He’s a bit too dense to try setting people up for dates, if you ask me.”

[melodicbreeze]

He's silently offering a spoonful of almond tofu to Venti

   How sweet! It’s quite the gesture, to offer a bite of his preferred treat. He can’t resist grinning.

He also can’t resist a bit of teasing. 

   Eyes locked on Xiao’s, he moves to take the offered sweet- simply eating it off the spoon instead of taking it for himself. If that alone wasn’t enough, Venti decides to make a show of it. He pulls off the spoon slowly, humming a noise of appreciation and licking his lips.

“Thank you, Xiao~”

[melodicbreeze]

He is... seething. Brimming over with it, one white knuckle grip on his spear and one on Venti's sleeve. “ Did someone hurt you? ” ( nightvigil )

@nightvigil

   There’s a thin sort of smile, and in lieu of an answer, Venti pats the ground next to him in invitation. He’s abandoned a glass in favour of drinking the (stolen) wine straight from the bottle, looking out over the ocean.

   “You can’t fight inevitability, Xiao. This was bound to happen.”

[melodicbreeze]

He is offering the anemo archon a couple very beat up looking sweet flowers, enclosed tight in a fist. All the while staring rather pointedly at the ground, avoiding looking at Venti at seemingly all costs.

   Oh, oh how he must try not to laugh, for he didn’t want to give Xiao the wrong impression. “Here, sit.” Gently did he take the poor flowers from Xiao’s iron grip, and tucked one behind his ear slowly, as if afraid of scaring him off.

“You’re not fighting the flowers, Xiao. Here, loosen your grip, like this...”

[melodicbreeze]

“I’d come back to haunt you.”

   “Xiao, if you came back to haunt me instead of going along to whatever afterlife, I will be an utter pain for the rest of your afterlife.” That is, assuming, that Xiao would die first.

Venti knows he may live a more dangerous life, but that doesn’t feel like what will happen.

“Do you want to be hearing the same out of tune song for the rest of eternity? No? I didn’t think so.”