The comfortable silence between them was broken as the yaksha moved a hand up, gently moving some hair away from venti's face, leaning in close to place a soft kiss upon his lips. Gold eyes closed.
The sound of the quiet voices inside the Inn below were accompanied by the singing of crickets in the tree, the warm air moving only lazily. Really, Venti had been close to nodding off when Xiao shifted, and oh-
His face was crimson, Venti was sure, as their lips met. It was a sweet thing, softer than anyone would think that two who had been through war were capable. He nearly melted into it, his own eyes mirror Xiao’s in sliding shut as arms came up to wrap loosely over his shoulders, a silent plea to let the moment last.