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He has experienced warmth before, he knew he had. But…
A whimper escaped her lips only to be muffled by his own lips and tries his best to be gentle with her. Always, always trying to be gentle when it comes to her.
...Not to this extent, never to this extent. The warmth that makes him tingle across his spine and to the tips of his fingers- he’s addicted. Addicted to this warmth and her- her so much more that it might become unbearable. Maybe it’s an obsession he can’t shake off.
“Lumine.” He whispered, and the star of his dreams, his muse, shuddered in response, the red and warmth on her face increased tenfold. It’s incredibly beautiful, and he wanted to immortalize it and add it to his ever growing drawings of her only for him to see and admire.
“Albedo…” She whispered back, like they’re sharing a small secret that only they know, and he took another kiss on her lips, another secret for them to keep. If he had a real heart, maybe it would beat faster like how the bards in Mondstadt talk about when conveying love endlessly in their poems and ballads.
He wondered if he’s doing the same: conveying the love he has for her, and the warmth he surprisingly has and sharing it with her and just her.
A squeeze from her hand, another whisper of his name from her lips, and he intertwined their fingers together, giving one last kiss on her lips.
It’s a declaration, a promise that only they can understand until they both turn to nothing but stardust.