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"These are private words shared between lovers. You must have had a similar experience before."
Glory's words echos around her mind, as the sounds of her shoes clicking beneath her along with the comfortable silence that hangs late in the night. Lumine had just finished her final commission, taking her own sweet time strolling around the, once lively, now empty streets of mondstadt as the moon shone brightly in the night sky.
Usually she would be dragging her heels hastily to try to catch as much sleep as she could before having to return to the mundane cycle of commissions, bounties and requests of the people she meets on her journey. But today the chains of fatigue didnt seem as heavy as compared to the thoughts in her head that overpowering any physical exhaustion that laced her body.
It was nights like these that she finds herself sitting atop the marble statue of Barbatos mindlessly gazing as the cool night wind soothes her aching muscles and the occasional white noises that accompanies her while she sorts out her thoughts and memories from that day. Her private session of self recharge, as she likes to call it.
The blond recalls on how she accidentally burnt a plate of steak due to a side bicker with paimon, only remembering the pan of raw meat as a cloud of black smoke and the pixie's panicked shriek filled the air. The blond recalls how the little undead girl's eyes lit up as she offered to go herb picking with her along with the growing satisfaction seeing how her little request could make the cryo user so happy.
"You must have had a similar experience before."
And those damned words that refused to leave her mind no matter how many bounties she was on, no matter how many deliveries she ran. Heck, with the amount of ores she mined, she might have single handedly doubled the ores production for the month in just a day. But still no matter how much she avoided trying to think, she just cant ignore those words.
She cant ignore the words that reminds her of nights where she laid in her bed, dreaming of made up scenarios that kept her up. The way the room felt so small and suffocating, the way that sweat clung onto her cheek even when it was in the middle of the coldest week of the year and the windows were all wide open.
She cant ignore the swelling feelings that she tried so desperately to push down and hide whenever they were together. The way that a vibrant shade of scarlet would creep onto her cheeks as they burned hotter and hotter with even the slightest brush of skinship that sends a jolt of electricity down her spine.
And she most definetly cant ignore how in every sleepless night and every daydream always led her back a boy with unruly ginger hair who held the swirling abyss in his eyes. How every word that rolled off his tounge sounded so sweet, like a hypnotic melody playing on and on that left her dancing in his palm.
Lumine cant ignore that she was in love, no matter how much she tried to deny it. She loves everything about the boy from Snezhnaya, she loves how his scarred hands would touch her gently. How his eyes light up behind those dark orbs whenever he talks about his family, silently wishing that they would when he's talking to them about her too.
Rummaging in her pocket, she remembers the left over dandelions that she tucked away from before. Producing the single left over seed from the commision she provided for Glory, she clutches it tightly in her hands. And she prays, to the gods she never worshipped before, to the winds that greeted her on the start of her journey and to the stars that watched over her as she roamed the lands of Teyvat. She prays that they would ensure her message would reach him. She prays all her thoughts and wishes of him into the single seed, all her unspoken hopes of seeing him again. She prays on every fleeting touch of theirs, every accidental locked eyes and every unintentional action that makes her heart skip beat.
I love you
And she opens her cupped hands, letting the wind carry the little seed away until it faded into a speck of white amidst the night sky and eventually fading away. There the little seed travelles through stormy winds and scorching sands before it reached its destination in the frigid land of an everlasting winter.
There the little seed falls, only to be caught by a boy with wild locks standing in the bloodstained snow. Caught by a boy who's eyes lit up upon touching the seed, a faint surge of anemo energy from no other than his beloved outlander, the one that easily stole the his breath away, the one who came from thousands of universes away that he had the blessings to meet. The one that outshines all the stars in the universe.
A message brought by the winds, and nurtured by the hands of a warrior who held the essence of the stars in her small frame.
A small smile creeps onto Childe's features as he brings the seed in his hands to his chest that was now blooming with warmth that spread all over to even the deepest abyss clutched corners.
I love you too