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The nights where Venti sings Xiao to sleep are his favorite ones.
The nights where Xiao was tucked under Venti’s chin and the crook of his neck. The nights where he could feel Venti’s fingertips trace his tattoos. Those are the nights he sleeps soundly.
Xiao cries sometimes. But Venti doesn’t mind. Venti cradles Xiao’s head to his chest, kisses his cheeks, and sings a melody a bit louder. An old song that only a bard like him can remember. Even rarer, Venti cries with him too. He doesn’t sob or chokes on air like Xiao does. He cries prettily, daintily. Looking into Xiao’s teary face and telling him that it’ll be ok.