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His mortal life is anything but long. It is short, terribly terribly short. Compared to that of his boyfriend's lifespans.
To be in a relationship— a reciprocated relationship —with both The Vigilant Yaksha and The Anemo Archon. Why, who would ever dream of such a thing? Who would ever be brave enough to dream of loving both, or even one.
Kaedehara Kazuha, apparently.
Not only was he brave enough to imagine it, he somehow managed to go through with it.
If only he too were immortal. If only he could live the long, endless life they do. So that he would not harm them when he reached the end of his road, as his friend did.
Xiao… sweet, like the Almond Tofu he consumes so very often. As harsh as he sounds and acts, he is such a gentle being. His affection is addictive, as are the gentle mornings where Kazuha would wake up with him in the bed. Maybe not sleeping, but he was there and his presence would always be gently intoxicating.
Beautiful pale skin that reflects moonlight like a mirror, always seeming as if he had been in a state of shock mere moments before. Gold eyes that grow soft when landing on him, if only subtly. Yet no matter how soft they may be, if you looked long enough, you could see the debt sparking in his eyes, almost looking like black rain staining the sun dark. Teal hair that, no matter how dirty he may get, somehow always remained fluffy, like the rest of him, Kazuha adored running his hands through the Yaksha’s hair. It was a comfort to himself, and he knew Xiao liked the attention, though he’d never admit to it.
Such a delight, his Xiao.
Now Venti… oh Venti. Always up to something, and it’s never boring. Whether he’s drinking his 347th bottle of wine, singing some old mondstadtian chant at the top of his lungs, or getting roughed up because he was climbing for some flowers for a flower crown—he always looked adorable.
Pale skin that told of sleepless nights, if only to play music to the world when no one was listening. Pale skin that, no matter what, wouldn’t change. No one was complaining, it suited him well. Added to his adorableness. Turquoise eyes that seemed to glow whenever there was even the faintest bit of shade, looking long enough felt like gazing back in time, to when the winds raged harshly in what is now known as Mondstadt. To when Venti was merely the wind itself.
He still is.
Venti has at least 3 faces he shows regularly. There’s Venti , whom he shows to everyone. There’s Venti who he shows to those he is close with. Then there is just him. Just the Venti who is soft , as if a single—slightly ‘too hard’—touch may break everything around him, he uses this one solely with Xiao and Kazuha, especially in the early mornings.
This is Kazuha’s favourite Venti.
“What are you thinking about over here?” He heard Venti’s voice call over to him. Kazuha had been sitting on the balcony of Wangshu in, just thinking for probably hours by now.
“Oh, nothing.” He smiled. A thick layer of adoration and love swelling in his chest.
“I suppose I just lost track of time.”