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he feels warm. too warm, and he rests his forehead against the arm on the table, so that no one has to witness the salty tears that briefly leave him.
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emerald oculars glance upwards to look at the intruder, and venti does his best to nod, a faint smile on his lips for a second before it fades, just so that he can take another deep gulp of his drink.
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as the winds come and go, the dandelions fly away
everything gradually comes to an end, and the curtains close
the show is over, time to go home
but where is home?
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a hum、deft fingers playing a mindless tune on der himmel。words fitting together like jigsaw pieces、only to be pulled apart because they don't fit。
the life of a bard truly is an arduous one…
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“hm、truthfully i didn't have anything particular in mind when i said that、” he laughs sheepishly、dimples in his smile and his eyes closed into happy crescents。
“spending time with you and sitting like this is also more than fine。”
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it's been a while since he's worn his archon robe — it's so much easier to perceive the world then、seeing through both regular and elemental vision。
the anemo energy that surrounds them picks up slightly、and the ticklish breeze that comes along is more than welcome。
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but xiao doesn't need to elaborate more — he knows。while morax may be the yaksha's archon、barbatos is still the one who granted him his vision。
a plea、and a wish for him to have the freedom to do as he wishes。
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