⸺ @xianshen 🔥 ( accepting. )

Fragrant steam lingers in the air. Xiao doesn't quite dare to breathe in fear of reacting poorly to the scent, but it still manages to sit upon his tongue somehow, sickly sweet and herbal. Fanan insisted that this kind of tea, a rare variant even in times of peace, must be steeped exactly so until it achieves a rich (pungent) aroma. Though Xiao fails to see the merit of such a concoction, he was assured that Morax would appreciate it. And so Xiao goes, offering the cup he prepared - so very diligently - to his lord.

❛ To think my single fateful follower is a god. ❜

❝ how much longer until your façade BREAKS down?  ❞

‘ @xianshen​ :  “are you cold? here  -  take my jacket.”

Venti was indeed slightly cold, which resulted the smaller male to shiver ever so lightly, due to not having thought of putting on some extra layers, he simply had forgotten it, after having spoken to Morax for a while. What could he say? He wasn’t used to this time of year being this cold, usually, it wasn’t, but it seemed that it was different this year.

Hearing the words, fair lips didn’t even get to speak before Venti felt the familiar jacket grace his shoulders, a touch that made warmth instantly be felt, especially as he pulled it closer. A familiar, comfortable scent clung to the fabric of it, which made the anemo archon lean in, to inhale it with a smile before he directed it at Morax. Reaching out, he took a hold of one of the nearby hands, to share some of that warmth he felt. The jacket looked big on him, but Venti kind of liked that.

✧ @xianshen

"A battle? Hm... Then, let us form a contract. In exchange for this fight, you will accept a request of mine. That once it's over, you seek proper rest."

His request ⸺ or more like demand, should come as no surprise, after everything that had transpired between them. His blood was heated, pumping quickly through his veins as cobalt depths watched Rex Lapis intensely & with an almost maddening grin spreading over fair lips. He didn't like being left in the dark, didn't like how he was pretty much made a fool, after having pulled all that weight for their mission to get the gnosis, only for Signora to claim the prize. Childe hadn't liked that one bit. He had wanted to take that gnosis and stand in the glorious light of Tsaritsa herself. Of course, he was glad that the gnosis was now theirs, but it still tasted bitter upon his tongue to have been so close and yet, not at all. It was why, he demanded this, this fight, it was the only right way to unleash those roaring emotions within. Plus, it was the perfect way. This way, he would get another thing he had desired for quite a while, which was to fight the man before him, to see what a God could really do.

A low chuckle rolled off his tongue, showing no sign of the fatigue he was feeling from having used his Foul Legacy, for not that many moons ago. A part of him stated it was foolish, but the warrior in him, was immensely DELIGHTED at the prospect of a fight against such a strong opponent such as the Lord of geo.

❛ Hehehaha.. Sure, if that is what it will take to make you accept this, then so be it. ❜

With that, gloved digits briefly guided on his mask as weapons, made of hydro, was formed within his palms, in the form of two beautiful swords. He was ready for this, despite his body still complaining over the usage of his powers. If faced with something like this, he was the last person to decline & the last person to run away.