#geosis

@geosis​​ asked: ♗        ( prompt. )

     + bonus zhongli w guizhong’s hair

        “  what’s so troubling now?  your handsome face will become wrinkled as parchment if you keep frowning like that.  ”

they open up their instagram feed only to choke on the glass of wine they’d just poured down their throat. venti shakes his head, holding out his phone & showing the photo in question that startled him to its own poster. ❛    are you out of your mind?    ❜

@geosis​ said:

“ memory is more often a curse than a blessing ”

         𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞   𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝   𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫   𝐢𝐧   𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐬   -   window   blown   wide   to   lull   in   liyue's   heated   breeze,   and   his   body   wrought   with   pleasure   beneath   the   curl   of   zhongli's   sheets.   tails   tangle   in   adoring   supplication,   white   and   blue   upon   mottled   golden   brown,   the   constant   pulse   of   geo,   the   swell   of   hydro   energy   -   neuvillette   knows   that   if   he   looks,   small   crystals   will   have   formed   about   the   room,   a   semblance   of   their   coupling.   but   that   would,   of   course,   would   require   him   to   glance   away   from   the   alluring   gold   of   zhongli's   eyes,   from   the   beauty   of   his   stone-hewn   features,   and   from   the   want   that   accompanied   them   both.   

         desire   for   dragons   is   a   catching   thing   -   it   could   drive   one   mad,   if   not   dealt   with   orderly   and   properly.   there   were   so   few   of   them,   too,   but   even   if   this   land   had   been   rife   with   dragons   -   he   thinks   he   still   would   have   chosen   zhongli,   and   wonders   if   the   feeling   is   mutual...   if   it   might   be,   judging   by   the   low   groan   that   carries   between   them,   the   swell   of   desire   that   signifies   them   both   being...   ready   to   go.   yet   again.   

@geosis: he gently wipes the chief justice's tears away, pressing a tender kiss to his forehead, ❝ it's alright — i'm here. ❞

         𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧   𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬   𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝   𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭   𝐭𝐡𝐞   window   panes   of   his   private   abode,   a   vicious   storm   that   stirs   the   loch   outside   and   drives   fontaine's   people   from   her   streets.   in   here   -   he   is   safe   and   warm,   yet   that   does   not   stop   the   cursed   tears   from   drifting   down   his   features,   from   staining   his   perfect   pallor   with   crystalline   impurity.   how   hard   it   is,   for   this   sovereign   to   wrangle   his   emotions,   especially   as   he   peers   up   into   the   amber   hues   of   the   elder   before   him.   despite   the   mortal   trappings   -   the   clothes,   the   human   flesh,   vishap   lilac   and   the   hue   of   cor   lapis   are   ensconced   in   something   primal,   something   delicate,   and   it   only   makes   neuvillette   crumble   further   when   warm   lips   brush   his   skin.   

         ❝   ⸻   morax,   please.   ❞   there   is   a   hint   of   shake   to   his   normally   steady   voice,   and   the   chief   justice   drifts   closer,   finally   allowing   his   forehead   to   fall   upon   the   broad   expanse   of   a   strong   shoulder,   and   his   body   to   shudder   in   response   when   he   pulls   them   flush.   were   his   tail   out,   surely   it   would've   been   curled   about   the   elder   by   now   -   but   such   demonstrations   were   most   improper.   yet   even   as   his   tears   quell   slightly,   and   the   rain   shifts   from   a   roar   to   a   dull   patter,   it's   the   sovereign's   gaze   that   beseeches   him   -   hungry   for   answers,   and   for   an   embrace   to   feel   of   home   again.   ❝   i   thought   you   were   dead,   and   there   are   so   few   of   us   left.   ❞