Is this what love looks like?
Sitting under the statue of lord Barbatos in windswept wilderness of Windrise, you ask yourself that question.
Having an unmoving grip around your waist and laying on your laps was one similar to a bear..atleast with a body similar to one.
His laugh bloomed across the plain, that same carefree laugh that swept you off your feet the first time you met, and in all honesty it still does.
Your picnic long forgotten as he told you one of his numerous adventures, with you humming along while gently caressing his hair. For a moment caused him to stop to look at you properly.
And oh, how that look of his made your heart skip a beat, that one love-sick gaze of his that was reserved to you only. Never failing to make you flustered..
You used that moment to take in his facial features, his voice and the way he would grin when talking about The Knights of Favonius.
As this was your last meeting before he would embark on an expedition, for Mondstat’s sake, being it one and only grandmaster.
Yet forever yours ,forever your beloved,
Forever the man who never fails to bring your flowers during your dates,or leave his duties as soon as he spots you.
You beloved grandmaster,
Oh how you were gonna miss him.
Reader and varka having one last meeting before his departure on his expedition (a bit of angst?)
