Paying Debts

by puffles 44

Venti comes back from his very long trip from Liyue to settle the debt he owed Master Diluc. One suggestion from Kaeya later, and Venti becomes the resident barmaid of Angel's Share during the Windblume Festival. Features way more characters than listed. Full Summary inside. Cross-posted on AO3. Xiaoven and Chili/Zhongchi. M for citrusy ch2 deets .crack treated seriously.

5. Part 3-3

A/N:

Hi there~

FINALLY, Part 3 is FINISHED! /screams silently while flailing in bed/

I want to say sorry to Childe whose birthday went uncelebrated. (Unless this could still be considered a celebratory fic... despite being posted AFTER July, huhu)

Anyways, sorry for the word bomb... (and whatever it is that may upset you while reading this. I don't mean to hurt/offend anyone... )

(This also picks up directly from last chap... since it wasn't meant to be cut. But huh, I guess if they weren't separated, ch4 would've been a whopping 45k words.)

Please note that chap 2 warnings apply check the tags.

Before we go straight to the chapter, I want to thank my friend who edits with me for her amazing patience, direction and overall help. Seriously, this would've been more of a mess without her. (So, let's all give her a big, warm hug, and maybe some flowers!)

Here you go! Complimentary eyedrops! Now, off you go~ I hope you enjoy!

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Xiao may have not noticed it before (as he was busy acting like an imbecile with tunnel vision), but he could see the situation with clarity now.

The majority of the patrons present tonight have come for Venti. Their intent is to experience being in the same room as 'the Angel of Angel's Share, as some of the patrons have been calling him, for an extended period of time.

They want to hear his voice—ringing or otherwise. They want an excuse to talk to him, even if the conversation is as bland as placing an order. They want their troubles to be soothed momentarily by that trademark cheerful playfulness. They want to see him flit from table to table like the enchanting being that he is. They want to be at the receiving end of that smile… the list goes on.

Venti has an eager audience here, and they are well and fully smitten.

It is painfully apparent from the moment he stepped out of the back rooms.

Eyes were drawn to him as soon as the door swung open. He could feel the moment the gazes landed on him or, at least, the spot he stood on.

They are waiting for the reappearance of the loveable barmaid of Angel's Share.

The disappointment in not seeing what, or rather who, they want to see is almost palpable. Xiao had to restrain himself from taking pleasure in that.

Most avert their eyes on instinct, focusing their attention elsewhere. They are unable to process the presence of an Adeptus in the midst, and for most part, they are not looking for one.

The few who did not look away continued to eye him as he served tables with their orders, and cleaned up the vacated ones.

It is an unpleasant feeling, to be ogled in such a manner.

A handful of these gazes were so intense that the Adeptus perceived them as threats. His teeth clench to hold in the growl forming at the back of his throat.

Did Venti have to endure the weight of and meaning behind these stares for a whole month?

The thought makes Xiao pause, his hand on a wooden plate he is clearing away.

Venti should not be subjected to this disgraceful treatment.

A rumbling, sick bubbling feeling from within grows. His hands continued their work, but with less gentleness than before.

"You'll break the glassware if you handle them in that manner." The Yaksha's ears pick up a very familiar voice. "Staying away for a month is already a bummer. Best not to prolong that bane by adding in another."

Xiao spins around, and is greeted by the little devil himself. His hold on the glass becomes laxer but his displeasure takes the form of a noticeable frown and a slight knit from his eyebrows. Venti's eyes ask him for understanding as a smile that spoke of long-suffering graces his features.

Something is wrong.

The Yaksha knows that he cannot take full credit for the amount of long-suffering in that smile. A voice in his head urges him to take a look around them.

He could glimpse a handful of eyes on them. Their lecherous leers make the hair at the back of Xiao's neck stand on end. He quickly places the glass in his hands onto the tray before he breaks them into a million indiscernible pieces—in the same manner some violent tendencies manifested in him.

He looks back on Venti whose eyes silently begged for his understanding and forgiveness once again.

To think that they are thrown in Venti's direction all this time…

He has names for the viscous liquid bubbling from within: Disgust and Anger.

The situation is worse than he thought. Their eyes reflect their desire to filthy hands dreaming to get hold of what's hi—he sighs and shakes his head—of Venti. They may treat the bard as their 'idol', but Xiao cannot help being repulsed at the now apparent perversion seeping out of impure human minds.

He berates himself for a multitude of things: for his blindness, for his inability to quickly assess the situation, for thinking that—

Xiao feels a hand cover his. He blinks and turns his attention to his held hand, and then to its owner.

Venti withdraws his hand, and gives the spiraling idiot a good forehead flick. If he could, then he would've dragged his beloved to the back of the tavern and shamelessly kissed him silly, emptying that head full of blame and self-deprecation.

But, he can't, so shaking his head would suffice.

The Adeptus gets a hold of himself.

That's right. He is in the middle of performing his self-appointed duty for the night: to be usef—to be helpful to Venti.

There is work to be done.

Perpetuating an inefficient work ethic due to the weight of his guilt is unacceptable. He has all the time to scold himself later, when all this bustling quiets down, and he is by himself back in Wangshu Inn.

Venti goes past him to greet the customers who have just entered, and he takes the used dinnerware to the back rooms to be washed.

They work without interacting again for a short while. But, of course, Xiao's watchful gaze would land on the barmaid from time to time.

He is wiping a table spotless when he turns his head towards his charge's direction. He freezes in place.

An alarm blares in his mind when the smile on Venti's features falters and does not hold the same joy as it did previously. He notes the other's brow twitching slightly, and the tightness in that laugh he lets out. He notices the barmaid's hand slip down to his back, batting away at something. He cannot see what is batted away from where he stood, but the alarm bells rang ever louder when the bard excuses himself, looking to be less welcoming of a prolonged conversation—all this without forgetting to ask and receive payment from the patrons.

Venti does not want Xiao seeing him deal with 'difficult' customers. It is embarrassing, especially the custom that the tavern has developed because of him.

He should have known that it would be difficult to do so when those 'difficult' patrons have no sense of timing and are downright unscrupulous.

He is not surprised that he has a shadow tailing him now. Really, it's cute and reassuring. But he could really use more hands on the service floor instead of an adorable protective [lamb] guard dog stalking him around, wherever he goes. He could take care of himself when trouble arises, thank you very much.

"Xiao, my darling knight, it's okay. I'm fine, and I can handle this myself," the barmaid says, his tone barely above a whisper. He wants to address the issue lightly without dismissing his beloved's good intentions. "Go on and clear up the table over there and take the order of the table next to it. What you saw earlier is nothing to get hung up about, yes?"

"I know you can handle yourself, but those—"

"Pretty please? Be a good boy and do as I ask?"

Xiao takes a second to allow those aqua jewels convince him to relent. He wordlessly sets down the dinnerware he is holding, and heads over to the instructed table with a soft huff.

Venti mouths a 'thank you' in his direction before he finishes up with clearing his table and attending to a patron who has flagged him for a refill.

The Adeptus sets to work, and when finds himself glancing over to the barmaid's direction, he shakes his head and repeats the food orders in his mind, lest he loses focus again.

He brings out his writing tools to list them down. He clicks his tongue when he looks down and sees Liyuen.

How does one write in Teyvat print again?

•• ••

The time Xiao spent in the kitchen ticks on at an agonizingly sluggish pace. He has suds all over his hands and forearms, and he is most certain he is not qualified to work as a dishwasher.

He only ever had to leave the bowls that contained Almond Tofu for someone else to take back into the kitchen these days. He experienced washing those implements that he personally uses.

It had been a very long time since Xiao had been tasked to wash multiple ones at the same time.

An image of him and his fellow Yaksha dining around a campfire flashes in his mind.

He shakes his head, and frowns at his mistake. A portion of his top is wet as a result of his flailing around efforts on the unfamiliar task.

He couldn't use Anemo to dry himself off. His manner of utilizing it is rather harsh, and would only lead to injury.

It was his mistake for attempting to be helpful and personable. He should have ignored the pile of used dinnerware, even if it was growing at a worrying rate. It shouldn't have mattered, even if the dishwashers are on break.

Yet, he knows the trouble which comes from the lack of proper dining implements. [33]

He has done what he could, and decided it best to start drying them. He rinses off his hands until they are not slippery to the touch anymore, and dries both his hands and the wet portion of his outfit with a dry rag.

The Adeptus is not one to listen in on a conversation, but being in the same room and with such loud voices, he has very little choice in the matter. And truth be told, he would rather not have heard any part of it.

With the first plate to be dried in his hand, he resolves to let the words enter one ear and leave through the other, retaining no memory of what was said.

"Oh, you should have seen how disgustingly cute those two were earlier," Laila the cook says dreamily. "Definitely the first time I've seen Venti scold someone, not to mention be so intimate! To think that so much sweetness can exist when they didn't even kiss!"

Xiao moves onto the second plate.

"Oh, is his boyfriend the reckless type?" The dishwasher's interest is piqued. It's always Venti who's on the receiving end of a lecture. "What does he look like?"

And, another two plates and a bowl have been dried.

"I wouldn't say reckless. A bit airheaded, I suppose. But he looks like the serious type too!"

The dried eating utensils were quickly lined up according to shape on a drying rack.

"And what do you mean by 'what does he look like?' You've seen him just now. Heck, you even asked him to help you out with dishwashing!"

The glasses have been dried, but not to sparkly perfection.

"No way, that kid?!"

Xiao decides that his services are better utilized on the serving floor.

By the time the dishwasher swivels around to take a look at their surprise helper, the door to the tavern main floor clicks shut, and half of the dirty dinnerware has been cleaned and dried.

It was almost comical how one side of the sink still has the haphazardly stacked dishes and the other side has categorically and nestle arranged dinnerware.

"Kind of a wonder where and how that bard snatched a person like him, huh?"

The dishwasher could only nod mutely before finishing their snack.

•• ••

The sound of the door clicking shut goes unnoticed under the merry chaos all around them. The same goes for the exhale of relief that an Adeptus let slip after his escape.

It is embarrassing to hear up close how people viewed him and his relationship with a certain little imp. To be called an 'airhead' is a clear manifestation of how much influence said imp has on him.

This discovery doesn't bode well. How could he prevent that influence further before he is rendered truly stupid?

He slips on his gloves when his ears perk up at the sudden silence that sweeps across the dining hall. The sound of a single prolonged note fills the air. He crosses the hallway to have a look.

There, in the middle of the dining hall, sits Venti atop of an unoccupied table. His eyes are closed as he sustains that note in the air. His eyes open and, when he feels the presence he is waiting for, stares directly into stunned golden ones.

He winks at his VIP before parting his lips from the flute.

The reaction was instantaneous. The Yaksha's cheeks blossom red as he registers the message behind his wink.

This is for you.

A little payback from earlier.

And, Xiao does not disappoint—spoiling him even, with all of the different sides he's openly showing him. He lets the smugness shine through in his eyes.

The tinge on Xiao's cheeks grows redder, and oh, how it suits him.

But, Venti isn't that cruel, and he lets the overheating Yaksha off by turning his attention elsewhere with a chuckle.

He has a performance to make good on. He starts off by clambering on top of the table, and looks over at the other bard stationed by the entrance, with a sly smile.

Six-fingered José narrows his eyes and makes a pass at the strings of his lyre. He is not pleased with the bard hijacking his performance earlier, and has always been eager to show up the bard in green. He need not be taunted twice to accept this challenge.

The crowd could feel the tension between the two bards and with wide eyes of understanding, they buzzed with conversation.

"Oh wow, Venti's going to play the flute! I've only ever heard him play the lyre!"

"Two well-known bards duking it out? How exciting! My Mora's on Venti!"

"No one's betting on José? Poor guy, I hope he doesn't take it to heart."

"Do you think there's a special occasion we missed?"

Venti nods in satisfaction, and a tinge of pride in how he handled riling up the audience.

"I do hope you, wonderful people of Angel's Share, enjoy the night's performance!" The humble barmaid declares with a bright smile with his hand holding up his flute. A second later, he leans over and half cups his mouth with his free hand. "It's dedicated to a very special person after all."

Said very special person's breath hitches as the color on his cheeks intensifies.

Ignorance is bliss; thus, the crowd cheers on.

Truthfully, they have no idea how a battle between a lyre and a flute will turn out (or if a victor can even be declared), but they know they're in for a treat either way. They cheer louder when they hear that signature 'ehe~' and the wink that comes with it.

Someone in the audience instantly flushes red. That wink… it's for her, right? But-but… How did her idol know it's her birthday today?! Thank the Anemo Archon for this once in a lifetime blessing. This is the best birthday ever!

Venti straightens his posture and taps his feet onto the table, setting the rhythm. Six-fingered José is quick to play a tune to it. After two bars of lyre playing, Venti joins in with his flute.

The crowd, ever appreciative of any and all kinds of music, immerses in different ways—some sway to the tune, some clap to the beat, some bob their heads, and some try to hum along.

"You okay there? You look a little winded." A voice pulls Xiao back into reality. The worry lacing the bartender's voice prevents him from being swept away by the performance again so easily. "Sit down for a moment, will you?"

"Thank you," the Adeptus says, feeling around behind him for a stool. When his hand lands on something flat and wooden, he positions himself accordingly. All this without his eyes wandering anywhere but on the performer on top of the table.

If this performance is 'dedicated to him', then it is only fair to give his full attention to it. Yet, a niggling wariness in the back of his mind tells him not to be fully engrossed.

He knows better than to push it aside.

By this time, the bard was dipping to and fro in exaggerated sways—acting out some sort of dance—as he coaxed honeyed, uplifting melodies out of the instrument in his hand, his foot tapping a steady beat all the while.

The audience claps in sync with the beat of his tapping foot.

The contender also steps it up with a series of meticulous strumming, his fingerwork flawlessly both challenging and supporting Venti's playing.

"Is it your first time watching Venti perform?" Charles inquires, his lips curling upwards as he notices how the young-looking man reverted back into that lovesick puppy.

"No."

Charles raises an eyebrow.

"Oh? Then, what's with the—?"

"It's mine." Xiao cuts in. He doesn't look into the direction of the bartender.

Charles blinks. He stops polishing the wine glass in his hands. The kid couldn't have said that Venti is his just now, right?

That's preposterous.

"The flute he's using, it's mine." Xiao continues without sparing a glance at the other's direction. He has more pressing matters to attend to, namely: he is preoccupied, willing the flush on his cheeks to please disappear already.

He could feel Venti's smugness all the way from where he sits. It is almost offensive. The fact he can do nothing but sit there and just accept things as they play out adds insult to injury.

The Yaksha remembers vividly the time that he noticed his spare censer and his flute to be missing a week after Venti had left. He berated himself for being so careless, and assumed he did not secure them properly on his person while doing his rounds in Guyun.

While Xiao felt very little attachment to material possessions, save for the weapon gifted to him by his Lord, he hates to admit how he has come to be attached to that particular flute.

It used to be nothing but a tool to commemorate a past event on peaceful evenings.

Was.

It became something more after Venti played that song for him using that flute some time ago.

The Adeptus knows very well that once you lose sight of an item in Guyun, more often than not, it is lost forever. The sea claims what it can, possibly out of spite born from the being that lurks in its depths.

The thought that he lost the item there brought him a deep, but fleeting, moment of sadness. He did not dwell too much on it.

It is only a flute. Another can take its place. It did not steal away the song that stays nestled within his heart for centuries.

It was fine.

If he wished, he is sure a certain green-clad bard would be happy to entertain his request to play that song for him again using some other flute.

And yet, the very same missing flute is in Venti's hands, producing silvery notes, touching the audience's hearts.

It… it brings him great relief.

Relief and sheer annoyance.

That gremlin is testing him, drawing out as much emotion he could from him—milking him dry.

Xiao cannot bring himself to be angry at the former Archon. He did ask for it. He asked to be taught about human emotions. He'll have to ask for the proper term for what he's feeling later.

While anger does not fill his being, he still feels cross with the god of freedom. While the bard is free to do as he wishes on that makeshift stage, Xiao is reminded how he is not so free to retaliate as he pleases at this moment, lest he disturbs the jolly atmosphere inside the tavern.

The bartender looks at the young man then at Venti, who have kept glancing in their direction. He wants to say something, but holds his tongue.

The latest glance is directed at him. The goosebumps forming on his forearms and the hair standing at the back of his head tells him that it is a warning.

Charles was going to let that preposterous thought slip away.

But, now…

Maybe these two really aren't simple friends. And, maybe he should truly consider opening up that betting pool.

He moves to the other side of the bar and resumes polishing wine glasses. Leaving them be is the wise decision here.

Xiao does notice the gesture. He does not show it, but he is grateful that this mortal does not pry any more than he has. Unlike the flies from earlier, he seems to have more sense in him.

He immediately straightens his back. The niggling feeling returns. Even more insistent this time too. The Adeptus tears his gaze away from the barmaid's performance for the first time since it began.

His eyes sweep through the crowd.

He need not look too far. There, one seated behind Venti, and one either side of the barmaid are the threats he perceived. He has never seen mortals whose eyes shamelessly reflected their ill intentions. They exchange glances, a nod confirms an understanding.

Their leers slowly rake up the barmaid's body, as though they are stripping him of his clothing… Those hands, flexing every so often, waiting for an opportune moment to scratch that itch.

Utterly revolting.

Xiao grits his teeth, his clenched fist hitting the bar counter with a loud thump.

It makes Charles jump in surprise, spilling the sparkling wine in his hands as he fixes a Death After Noon.

The Adeptus tells himself to remain calm. Venti said he can take care of himself. He should have faith in him. He repeats that to himself at least a dozen times within a span of a second.

Yet, he cannot ignore the scene unfolding before him. It is a testament of the sheer audacity and depravity of human minds is on full display.

He looks up at the performing bard, and he doesn't look the least bit alarmed. To say that it is concerning is an understatement.

Charles watches in mute horror as Xiao's hand digs more into the countertop, denting it quite literally. He could hear light growling, and he is sure it is not a sound a normal human would make.

Xiao cannot bring himself to extend his patience. Mortals may not understand, but this act of disrespect is one he cannot tolerate a second longer.

These deviants, they need to be disposed of. Immediately.

The Adeptus need not don his mask, as Anemo aided him to reach where he needed to be. Heh, even the wind cannot wait idly for its master to notice the danger that lurks around him.

A swoosh of air sweeps through the dining hall. Those who feel it have chills running down their spines, momentarily drawing them out of the performance.

Some even turn their heads. Their faces pale once their minds process what they are seeing.

"Keep your filthy hands to yourselves, swine." Xiao's whisper is harsh and low.

One second, three men are on their seats, slyly reaching their hands up under the performer's outfit, and the next, all three are lying face down onto the wooden floorboards.

It is a wonder how this short, young man plucked three strong and healthy adults out of their seats and effectively pinned them down, keeping them in place with brute strength alone.

The aggressor half-kneels on a poor fellow's body. The said poor fellow's hands are held behind his back—kept in place by a knee digging into his forearms and back. The other two, on the left and right of the unlucky fellow who the aggressor kneels on top of—have their arms twisted behind their backs, held in place by an iron grip.

All three men could do nothing but wriggle and grunt under the young man's hold. The overwhelming sense of danger and the oppressive aura radiating from the young man prevents them from saying any more. Their swears have long died on their tongues.

They would've wanted to complain about being called swine.

Music continues to play in the background, and it is both comforting and disconcerting, depending on who you ask.

Venti gives the controlled chaos at his feet a cursory glance. He does not let up in his performance, but does transition to the final parts of his composition.

There go his efforts to serenade Xiao in public. Why don't his... inappropriately eager fans know the definition of 'timing'?

Even his patience is thinning at their antics.

He doesn't let his frustrations show in his playing. It would be unprofessional to do so, and a performer must not cause their audience distress. Stopping so suddenly would alert his audience to a rather violent scene.

There is no need for that.

He just wishes his beloved to be patient enough for him to wrap things up.

The applause from the audience snaps one of the men under Xiao's feet from the fear-induced stupor.

"Just, what do you think you're doing, you fucking brat?! I've done nothing to deserve this!"

This outburst draws everyone's attention. He could feel curious and dagger-like glares on him. The attention on him encourages him. He wriggles more furiously, hoping to at least displace the brat in his back. The alcohol in his system is finally working its magic on impairing his senses and better judgement.

It only lasts a moment as the fear sets back in upon hearing the gnashing of teeth, and having the realization that he cannot shake the scrawny brat off, even at his full strength.

"Nothing, you say?" Xiao applies more force on the man's forearms. "Who gave you permission to lay your disgusting hands on Venti?"

The curious stares from the audience all turn into icy cold daggers. They have no idea who this young man is, how long he has been there, or how such a scene could have escaped their notice. But they still cheered on this mysterious man, their voices raised high to support their comrade. Whoever he is, he is doing Lord Barbatos' work in keeping their Angel safe.

If they have one qualm, it is that they find it hard to look at him—they're getting signals from their brain asking them to either close their eyes or look away.

"Heh, you're just jealous that we got this clo—Aaaarrgh!" The one on Xiao's right pipes in, gaining the courage

"What was that, pig?" The Yaksha presses on the twisted arm more forcefully.

He does not materialize his polearm. He need not stain its tassel with mortal blood. Xiao finds it all too easy to find a couple of replacements—particularly his healthy set of hands and his feet. He prefers to have no blood to spill in the first place, but if they were to push his patience further...

"Admit it, you want a piece of him too!" The third conspirator joins in, mimicking the struggles of his companions.

The crowd booed. There are certain limits to one's shamelessness.

"Shut your mouth before I do it for you!" Xiao says severely as he pulls mercilessly on the man's arm, making the other yelp in pain. He knows better than to be affected by a degenerate's ramblings, and yet he cannot deny feeling a stab of guilt and shame from those words.

Venti sighs with his hand across his face. Initially, he thought it's cute how Xiao is acting like a guard dog, but this is just getting more and more obnoxious for his liking.

He feels like he heard a cord snapping somewhere too. And, that's never a good thing.

He slides the Dihua flute onto the ribbon of his apron before descending from the table with a gust of Anemo. He pulls on a stern look, his brows knitted together in disappointment, with his hands on his hips and his head shaking.

"Settle down, children. Let's all play nice, it's the Windblume Festival after all!"

The crowd and the struggling men go silent with only the light growling coming from the Adeptus being the only sound in the room (other than the sound of cutlery being used by the people on the second floor who didn't care for the drama).

"Xiao, darling, please let go of them," he says with all the gentleness a forgiving god could muster, while cupping the still growling Yaksha's cheek. He ruffles his hair with a giggle. "They are fools, that's for sure. But I believe your warning is a good enough measure."

A collective gasp comes from a select few [34] in the crowd. With their curiosity piqued by such a reaction, those beside them raise an eyebrow or excitedly tap them to get in with the scoop.

"Venti, they have—"

"No buts. There's no point in ripping them up limb from limb. It's a waste of effort, is all." The barmaid traces circles on Xiao's face with his thumb. "You don't want the wound I lovingly patched up to end up being worse, do you?"

A moment of silence sweeps through the crowd. Cracks begin to form upon unity they once had.

Excited whispers erupt in some small groups, while the others are still busy picking up their jaws from the ground.

Venti smiles when he sees the expression on his beloved's face soften. It is still stern, but the growling has ceased. He earns a huff as a reply, and a nuzzle on his hand.

A handful of patrons become starry-eyed, unable to hold back their squeals as they see the hand-nuzzling. Some of the Venti-smitten ones sigh and look away.

"Now then," Venti begins, clapping his hands together in delight once Xiao has released his hold on three men. His heart swells when Xiao positions himself behind him, snaking a protective hand around his waist and pulling him close. "I believe these three—Stuffel, Raven, and Dacascos—have learned their lesson? Isn't that right, boys?"

The crowd would usually start cheering at this part, loud and proud for their Angel.

The cheers now do not hold the same enthusiasm of volume as before. There is still a lot to take in from earlier. Some choose to leave, teary-eyed and heart-broken as they did; the others did so as they simply wanted nothing to do with this farce. [35]

The men on the ground groan from the pain. They move their arms to find purchase on the ground to help in their endeavors to get back on their feet. Yet, they gracelessly flop back onto the ground.

Xiao rolls his eyes before narrowing them again. They are obviously faking it.

"What lesson? But, Venti, we didn't do anything wrong? This ruckus is all that fucking midget's fault!"

"He even has the gall to lay a hand on you!"

"What they said!"

Venti frowns, shaking his head and tutting at these patrons' dishonesty. To think they would go as far as to implicate Xiao…

He taps his chin thinking of how to get them out of here without the use of violence, physical strength or otherwise. He is pulled away from his thoughts when Xiao's hold on him slips. An ear-piercing shriek follows.

"You idiot!" One of the degenerates scolds in a whisper directed at the offender. The other comrade bonks his head with his fist. "You've gone and ruined it all!"

The trio look up at the menacing presence towering them. They collectively gulp. The 'midget' with ferocious strength straightens his posture, and crosses his arms. The look in his eyes makes them inch closer together, shivering all the while. Maybe they should take back what they said about the young man being a 'midget'.

"Lowlifes like you should learn to admit to your mistakes and learn from them, especially when mercy is handed out to you so freely." Xiao digs the heel of his boot onto the insolent lowlife's hand who had the gall to attempt lifting up Venti's dress while sprawled across the wooden floorboards, where everyone with eyes can see. "If it were up to me to mete out judgement…"

The crowd, comforted by the familiar sight of justice being served, gets pumped up. They prepare themselves for a cheering session.

The Adeptus readies himself to lift the men up by their shirts, one by one, and throw them high above them—hard enough to hit the roof overhead—when a tug in his sleeve pulls him slightly off balance, making him let go of the impertinent degenerate he lifted up from the ground.

Said impertinent degenerate plops back onto the ground. His friends immediately by his side, asking if he's alright.

Xiao steadies himself with a step backwards, and turns his head to the source of the tug. He sees mischief painted across his little fiend's features. Before he manages to form a question, a tug on his obsidian necklace has his lips landing on Venti's.

Eyes are on them. The energy from earlier clearly dissipated. Confusion set in.

This… this isn't how things were supposed to go.

Xiao's eyes are wide open, dilating, and his heart doing somersaults in his chest, as he watches Venti close in, chastely pressing his lips to his, his eyes closed.

"Relax, I'll take it from here." The barmaid withdraws from that first peck on the lips. His eyes open, taking pleasure in seeing Xiao's dazed look. He takes a lock of teal hair to play with. "Thanks for keeping me safe, my dear."

He willed some Anemo to bind the would-be escapees behind his back. He gives Xiao another peck before he lets go and cheerfully turns around, lightly glowing braids bouncing about.

It is time to deal with the trash.

Seeing Venti turn around, looking at the degenerates like the trash that they are, the crowd feels hopeful.

"Now, where—"

He blinks as he feels a hand circle and tug on his wrist.

The motion was soft, gentle—a small request.

It is hardly a chore to indulge in, and so he does. He turns around and holds in his breath when he sees golden eyes, begging him for another kiss.

It is reassuring to know he isn't the only one who is touch-starved around here.

He takes a glimpse at the trio behind him, wondering if could really just send them flying to get the task over with. He could hear some light sobbing, yet he cannot discern the emotions behind them. He tries not to think too much about it.

Not when another surprise greets him when his eyes dart back to the Adeptus.

How could he be so lucky to have caught such an adorable creature?

Xiao must have realized how shameless his wordless request is just now. If the light sprinkle of pink, dusting his beloved's cheeks is anything to go by. Really, seeing him like this makes it all the more impossible to focus on anything else.

"—were we…?" The words come as a whisper. The recipients of the question are left forgotten, as a more pressing matter makes itself known.

Maybe it is impatience, and the lack of caring, but after a beat, Xiao's lips are on his. A lasting kiss there, then a trail of smaller ones on the sides of his mouth follow, leaving nips here and there. He circles his arms around his beloved's neck as he feels steady hands on his hips. He giggles and bops the other's nose when adorably bashful (yet somewhat demanding) eyes ask him permission to continue.

Did his silly Yaksha have to ask?

Venti returns the gesture by leaning in kissing him silly like he had wanted to all night. The world around them melts into obscurity.

The sound of breaking dishes caused by a gaping, frozen Lottie seems so far away. The rush and sudden halting of footsteps from irritated outside diners do not register. Charles's and Patton's attempts at keeping order fall on deaf ears.

The people inside the dining hall take this time to gather their thoughts, some looking away in respect.

Some choose to stare at their plates, others choose to nurse their drinks. Some kept their silence, others kept conversation alive. They may have their own ways of dealing with the information presented to them, but they all come to one conclusion:

Their little Angel's already got a special someone in his life.

As for reactions, they all vary, especially in intensity.

"Just who in Teyvat are you?"

A drunk cries out, and empties the bottle in his hand. He points the butt of the bottle at the mysterious young man in challenge.

His voice is loud enough to garner everyone's attention—including the couple's. Though his eyes are blurry, his hearing is still in good condition. The whispering he has instigated is enough encouragement for him to continue.

"I-if you're Venti's boyfriend... [hic] Where in Abyss have you been all this time, huh? [hic] And, di-did you just let [hic] him flirt with all of us here?"

The whispering begins anew with much more vigour.

"Just what kind of sick man are you?! You [hic] getting off this kind of shit?!"

Ah, now that's going too far. There is no need to attack the poor kid's character. The one beside the drunkard nudges him hard, while some boo at him.

Nonetheless, they eagerly await the response. Eyes dart back to the couple.

By this time, the lovebirds have disentangled themselves from each other. They see Venti whispering something to the alleged 'boyfriend' who has his head down and whose shoulders are shaking.

"Flirt?" The controversial dark horse of the evening raises his head to address them all.

They note the disbelief in his voice. They also realize the shaking is caused by stifling his chuckles.

"Ah, flirting is—"

"Venti, don't take me for an idiot. I am familiar with the term." Xiao cuts him off before he rambles on uselessly. He couldn't help the inelegant snort that comes out of him.

These humans are hopeless. He could already see the furrow on their brows—the bits of frustration and annoyance alight in their eyes.

"Venti, did you hear what your fellow drunkard is saying?" Xiao crosses his arms, clear amusement showing through.

The people present do not like his tone or his attitude. But, it doesn't matter what they think. He has to clear up the misunderstanding.

"He says you've been flirting with all of them," The Yaksha continues on, his eyes trained on the little imp who dares to appear bashful. He ignores the dagger-like glares he receives from those who dislike his demeanor. "Is this true?"

Ever so curious, the people around them lean in, eager to hear what the resident barmaid has to say. They see him chewing on his lip, and those bright eyes tell them nothing.

"From what I have observed from tonight, rather than flirting, you had them dancing in the palm of your hand."

They express their displeasure through booing.

Venti's light, breezy laughter cuts through the booing. He is laughing so hard he has clutched his stomach and even has bent forward.

"Wording, Xiao, wording!" Venti ruffles the Adeptus' hair, who lightly mumbles his complaints, swatting his hand unsuccessfully. "You didn't have to say it like that, you heartbreaker!"

Seeing the audience's face morph in dismay squeezes out more peals of laughter and a stray tear he wipes away.

Xiao is so blunt and direct. Even if he's been exposed, he doesn't mind since this works very well as much needed comic relief.

The tavern's mischievous Angel almost feels sorry for all of those people that he coaxed into ordering according to his recommendations. He could spot a few of them looking very much conflicted at the moment. But what can he do? Having patrons spend more on menu items is part of his job.

He cups his cheek as he watches Xiao come up with a reply. Celestia, everything about this man is cute—even the way he lets the gears in his mind grind away!

With the absurd number of nicknames bestowed upon him by his little imp, Xiao is finding it more difficult to keep track. Venti pokes at the furrow between his brow with a chuckle when he doesn't respond immediately.

Words flow freely from his bard's lips. He could be careful and careless with them. Some profound, some utter ox dung, and yet, he could never tell which ones he could discard, and which ones he should remember. Their meanings can change solely on a whim.

"You haven't called me that in a while."

"Well, you haven't gone breaking other people's hearts after breaking mine, so I forgive you."

With that ugly crying face of yours.

The people who have raised their hand during their enthusiastic booing slowly put them down. Both the glares and the excited gazes turn into empty stares.

What started as a supposedly by-the-book cheering session for 'The Walk of Shame' ended up as a hurricane of events. It… it is a lot to digest.

"That nonsense again." Xiao scoffs with a huff.

"But it's true!" Venti insists, invading the other's personal space. He gives him a peck on the cheek before winking at him. "And I wouldn't have it any other way, mind you."

A downpour of realizations batter at the crowd's minds.

A Barmaid Venti fan realizes that the performance and the wink is not meant for her just because it's her birthday today.

The three almost-offenders will be there for a long time—until they are remembered—so they might as well figure out a way to chug alcohol down by their mouths alone.

The rest of the patrons realize that their Angel, their ray of sunshine, is smitten—so well and truly smitten that he is glowing. For some more observant patrons, quite literally too as they catch glimpse of those braids light up.

They realize that they always had the inkling that Venti would not settle for someone ordinary, yet they did not expect this—that he'd have some snarky, eccentrically dressed brat as his lover.

They know better than to judge from first impressions, but they can't help feeling a tad bit protective of Venti.

It took some time to sort out their feelings and decide on their course of action. Some stay [36, some leave. [37]

Two things are certain: there is a line at the bar, and Charles is going to need help serving all of these patrons in need of some, or a ton of, alcohol in their system.

Patton gave up manning the door to help Charles in fixing beverages.

Lottie, who snapped out of her stupor ages ago, has been the only functioning staff member doing the actual server work. And Archons, she is tired.

"A little help would be very much appreciated here!" she calls out to the love birds still trapped in their own little world.

She wonders if this is all her fault for trying to tell Venti what to do. Of course, he'll rebel and take it a step further than what is necessary to prove some point of his, that damn brat.

The little devil of Angel's Share giggles with delight. He gets an eye roll from his co-worker for it.

Venti mentally gives himself a pat on the back for a job well done. This would be the perfect time to squirrel his beloved away and do all sorts of fun and games with him.

He feels a bit guilty about Charles and Lottie handling this all on their own, but them staying here would only cause more trouble, wouldn't it?

He takes the Adeptus' hand in his, with the intent to drag him to the back door, when he is met with resistance. He pulls again, but his beloved wouldn't budge. He looks up and meets stern eyes. He puffs up his cheeks in annoyance.

What's wrong now?

"Look at what you've done," Xiao says, none-too-pleased with the turn of events. He clicks his tongue as he looks away from the sight of those who fainted earlier. "If I had known where you were going with that conversation, I wouldn't have indulged you."

Venti gives him a sheepish smile and bats his eyelashes at him. He receives an unamused look before he is dragged to the bar counter where trays of cocktails and shots of hard liquor alike are clustered.

Of course, Mr. Workaholic Knight would insist on working as usual. One could say this is his way of taking responsibility. This is a tavern where he works, and not a theater with all its perks.

The bard should've known there is no such thing as a clean getaway when your partner is the responsible type.

He looks away from the sheer amount of alcohol to be served and back to Xiao—with every intention of voicing his displeasure. But, the other is already too preoccupied with receiving instructions from Charles. He glances across the counter and sees Patton scratching his cheek, probably too shy to call out to him.

With a resigned smile, he gives the poor lad a break and receives his own set of instructions from him.

Once in the clear and having served half of the drinks on his tray, Venti sidles up to Xiao who is on his way to the second floor.

"That's unfair! Don't you mean 'we'? You can't put all the blame on me!" Venti says when Xiao finally takes a look at him. He drills a finger onto the stoic man's cheek. When stern eyes turn toward him, he redoubles his efforts in sounding light and chipper. "Oh geez, lighten up, would you? All we did was boost alcohol sales for tonight."

Xiao scoffs at him, and hastens up the stairs. He immediately sets down the drinks ordered by the nearest table around.

Yes, it is unfair to put all the blame on Venti, but he is unhappy how his mind and body could betray him after two chaste kisses—having the audacity to ask for more.

No, it is not the number or quality that he is griping about. It is the circumstances around it, and his broken principles.

If he were to be kissed… after being apart for a while, he would rather not have an audience to witness it.

Shame eats at him. And so does worry. They have exposed a vulnerable side in front of all those people. How Venti could feel fine after that is incomprehensible to him.

This bard has always been careless. Letting his true identity slip, left and right, and leaving it all up to fate if anyone believes him or not. Enemies could just be lurking anywhere. The Fatui—that detestable Harbinger La Signora—snuck up on him once. What if there is a spy in that crowd, reporting for the Fatui, the Abyss Order, or whoever—

"Breathe, Xiao, breathe." Venti coaches, rubbing circles on the Yaksha's back. "You're okay. I'm okay. No one's hurt. It's fine. Breathe."

Xiao does not register when they got back to the winding staircase. He does not remember having served all of the beverages or when it became harder to breathe.

But, there he is, sitting on one of the staircase steps with Venti asking him to take deep breaths, while whispering assurances and pulling him into an embrace. The scent of Cecilias hits him and its comfort allows him what Venti asks for: to breathe.

He starts with shallow intakes of air, exhaling fast, and repeating the cycle until he is more comfortable taking in deeper ones.

"Okay, maaaaaybe we broke some hearts and crushed some dreams along the way," Venti says light-heartedly when he could feel the steady rise and fall of Xiao's chest against his. He sighs, relieved that he is breathing normally again. "But that's how the truth works, doesn't it?"

He tightens his embrace on his beloved. He raises a hand and runs his fingers through dark locks of hair comfortingly. He doesn't expect a verbal reply and is grateful for the nuzzle he receives.

"Hey, I'm sorry for teasing you earlier." He shifts to look at Xiao's face, cups it in between his hands before placing a kiss on his forehead. "I… I wasn't thinking when the words came out of my mouth. Just forget about it. You know how much of an airhead I can be."

Venti puts on a gentle smile as he puts a stray lock of hair behind Xiao's ear. This is how it ought to be.

He shouldn't be so selfish, so insensitive. He's always like this. How could he change when old habits die hard?

•• ••

"Say, how about you show our little audience here who I really belong to?" Venti says off-handedly with a chuckle. It is amusing how expressive their audience is despite their silence.

Nothing but a little teasing, really. A flick on the forehead, a chop on the head, or a pinch on the cheek is all it takes for this conversation to end, and be buried in the annals of time.

But the barmaid catches something spark in Xiao's eyes as they widen at the suggestion. Shortly, afterwards, they narrow in suspicion. He licks the inside of his lip, feeling where Xiao nibbled on earlier. He fights to maintain his usually unflappable jester-like grin.

Attentive eyes are on him, yet he doesn't give into the urge to falter.

"Could you do it, Alatus?"

A taunt—his tone clearly makes it as one.

"Venti," he says with difficulty—as if he were holding something back. His teeth clench again after speaking those two syllables. "You little fiend."

It wrings a bout of laughter from the bard.

"You could've chosen a better nickname! But we can talk about that another time." Venti draws closer still, his eyes half-lidded.

"Would you make me yours?" His hand comes out to cup Xiao's cheek, but lets it drop to his side when he notices that it begins to tremble.

Would you accept me as I am?

The pretense is falling apart. He may have said the words in his usual impudent tone but he has no confidence with how well he hid the intentions in his eyes.

Xiao has this magical ability to always see right through him. He knows. A part of him wants to pull back and laugh it off as a joke. It all started as a joke, anyway, there's no harm in ending it as one.

The teasing, the taunting… Would they all fall apart under the Yaksha's perceptiveness this time around?

Xiao looks as though he is about to reply, but pauses instead.

Fear never had a firm grip on Venti—on Barbatos—the same way as it does when it comes to matters relating to Xiao. If he had a heart, it would be beating loud and heavy in his chest.

"A little help would be very much appreciated here!" A voice from somewhere very far away calls them back into reality.

They blink and look the other way at the same time. The moment is gone.

Is it so odd for Venti to feel relief when a tidal wave of it came crashing down on him? To feel relief at having to let go and simply float in peace? To think that just hours earlier, he was burning for answers about his position in Xiao's life. By his lyre, he truly is a coward.

Venti giggles. Happy sounds tend to work best in dispersing a tense atmosphere after all.

It will have to do.

•• ••

Xiao knows that it isn't all just teasing. For Venti to push it aside and treat it as one of his bad jokes proves just as much.

He could almost feel a tear form in the corner of his eye.

He hates it when he sees Venti look at him like that. When shimmering aqua jewels whisper secrets in a language he cannot grasp. When Venti's lips curve into a smile makes him feel like an anvil has been dropped on him, and all he could do is sink and be pinned down by it. He hates how he doesn't understand why there is so much heaviness behind that look.

Don't smiles signify happiness? Contentment? Sweetness?

He understands they could be used to hide slight discomfort.

But why does it hurt so much seeing Venti smile the way he does right now? Why do those beautiful eyes reflect guilt and pain? They have no right to be there.

He hates how he couldn't find his voice.

"Shhhh, I'm sure whatever worst scenario is running through your mind now wouldn't come true." Venti wipes away at the wetness that trailed down onto Xiao's cheek with his thumb. "Just know that good ol' bard Venti's always here for you."

Xiao nods hesitantly. That is not what is bothering him. And, he should be the one to speak those words.

He is brimming with frustration. He forcefully quashes that feeling, and focuses on what just happened.

This is the first time the Adeptus has blanked out by the weight of overwhelming thoughts and sensations like this. It is similar to how the damned attempt to overpower him from within. But these... these are entirely all his thoughts spiralling out of control this time—not from some remorseful or vengeful god of old. And, the pain… manifests differently.

He buries his head on Venti's shoulder, savoring the scent of Cecilias and taking comfort in the notes that the bard is humming for him.

Venti's gestures help. They help a lot.

When he feels the bard wrap his arms around him once more, he allows himself to go boneless, sinking into the comfort given to him freely.

Venti, in turn, thinks that it is high time for him to take responsibility. It is his fault after all. It is only fair to do what he can to make him feel better.

They stay cuddled up like that for a while. A wall of Anemo surrounds them, hiding them from sight.

If there were customer complaints about being unable to pass through the winding stairs for some time that night, it's all in their heads, for there is no such thing as invisible obstructions that come and go whenever they feel like it.

— —

Lumine stretches her arms upwards to the starry sky above, until she feels the tension on her shoulders and back get released. She then bends one of them behind her back with her other hand slightly pushing it down and holding that position until the count of eight. She switches arms and does the same.

Nothing like a good stretch before handling the last stretch of this quick errand. All that's left is to deliver the news and hand over some paperwork. Easy.

She takes a look around, and sees that the shops in the plaza have closed for the night. Cat's Tail seems to be the only place open along the main boulevard. It is quite late now.

The Traveler takes the stairs leading to the southern gate of the city to get to Angel's Share. On her way up, she sees that the tables have been deserted, and that the people have gathered in front of the entrance. Patton isn't even at his station.

Now that's strange. While a crowd piling up outside is not too strange a sight when Venti is performing in the tavern these days, there is always a staff member who watches over the entrance.

She hurries and summons a series of geo constructs for her to stand on. She puffs up her cheeks when she couldn't see anything of interest atop any of them. Summoning them closer to the entrance could hurt the patrons…

"Hey Paimon, come out here for a sec. I need you to do something for me."

A burst of stars materialize out of thin air.

"Detective Paimon [hic] is on the case!"

"I haven't even explained the situation, or told you what I need you to do yet…"

Just what is in those cocktails that's keeping her drunk and making her eerily sharp?

Lumine jumps off the geo constructs just before they crumble into nothingness. Her fairy companion just totters in place, watching as she rummages through her bag.

"I need you to go through that opening by the door, and give these to Charles. Tell him that the Hilichurls have been taken care of." Lumine points over the gap by the door, above people's heads, and hands over the documents. "While you're at it, tell me what the commotion is all about."

"Leave it to Paimon!" The fairy salutes and heads over through the gap.

She fits in nicely with some room to spare.

It took around five minutes for the floating mascot to come back out. She is giggling too much for the Traveler's comfort, especially when she sees the papers haphazardly pinned under her arm.

"Got it!" She announces happily.

"What do you mean 'you got it'? You still haven't given the forms to Charles!"

"He looks bu~sy! Paimon didn't want to [hic] disturb."

Lumine feels a headache coming. She outstretches her arm, asking the papers back. Her other hand massages her temple, grumbling lightly. Just how unlucky can they be tonight? Should she just brute force her way through that crowd?

Paimon hands them over and pops out of existence before Lumine could ask about the commotion.

The Traveler sighs. She could sense two people behind her.

More trouble?

She didn't really want to deal with any more of that tonight; best make it quick.

Just as an arm reaches out to grab at her shoulder, she grabs the person's arm and throws them over her shoulder, hard. Her assailant yelps in surprise and cries out in pain after he lands on the cold, cobbled road.

Lumine narrows her eyes at the familiar black uniform and gray mask covering his face. She readies her blade.

"Wait! Traveler, we mean you no harm!" The Fatui agent's companion. "We came to talk to you under the instruction of…"

She trails off, finding the proper term to address her superior. Speaking a Fatui Harbinger's name will certainly draw unnecessary attention.

"...of Master Childe."

Lumine puts down her weapon, letting it dematerialize, before turning in the direction of the woman speaking.

"Oh, I knew this wasn't going to turn out smoothly," the woman mutters under her breath, almost tempted to chew on her thumbnail.

"Lyudmila..." Lumine blinks, and draws closer to get a better look. She isn't very good with remembering how people look, and those generic masks aren't helping. Hearing the woman's voice does help in joggling her memory. She turns to the man on the ground and decides to toss a name out. "And, Viktor?"

"Yeah...ngh, that's me alright. I'm not going to entertain your boring questions next time."

"Oh, sorry about that." Lumine helps the man up. She doesn't know if she should be happy about guessing right, or if she should be sad about what he said. "I hope I didn't throw you too hard."

There's something about the Traveler that makes people forgive her easily.

"I'll start answering them with the right compensation. Since Mondstadt doesn't have much to offer to pass the time." Viktor starts dusting himself off, pretending not to be relieved upon seeing her smile again.

"So, Childe sent for you? He's here in Mondstadt?"

The woman nods, relieved.

"We couldn't get a hold of you earlier, and our presence is not welcomed near Angel's Share," Viktor explains and throws a glance back at the tavern's entrance. "With the barker gone, we could finally get close."

"We shouldn't talk out here. I believe Cat's Tail for this meeting would suffice." Lyudmila continues where Viktor has left off. "We were asked to treat you to some food as we go over the details of his request."

Lumine instantly lights up. The promise of food sounds wonderful. She is getting peckish—having taken care of a Hilichurl camp on her own has worked up an appetite.

"Sounds like a plan!" She says as she led the way to the boulevard where the other tavern stands. When she has gone a fair distance, she looks behind her, cupping the side of her mouth with a hand while whispering: "Say, is he offering a generous sum for our services?"

"You need not worry. I'm sure that Lord—" Lyudmila clears her throat. "Master Childe's proposal will be to your liking."

And that promise is good enough for Lumine to set her in good spirits. She opens the door to Cat's Tail and is delighted to see Diona's on duty tonight.

The diplomat and the diplomat's assistant enter after her, hoping to secure the deal with no further complications. Harbinger Tartaglia's the only one who has given them proper instructions since Harbinger Signora left months ago (in Viktor's humble opinion, at least). It wouldn't do to disappoint the only mission-giver they've gotten since then.

•• ••

There is a saying that goes: "Evil never sleeps". And Diluc believes that it doesn't take a vacation in the midst of a celebration. In fact, more opportunities are found during these festive times.

With the Knights being incompetent as they are, and moreso with festival arrangements and management to pour their energies on [38, the City of Mondstadt cannot truly be safe. For tonight, he roams under the shadows, using the cloak of the night to patrol around the city.

He notices that a commotion seems to have erupted in Angel's Share. He is about to discard his disguise to check up on the situation, when he spots two shadowy figures jumping from the gate border onto a civilian's roof, hauling with them a suspicious-looking barrel.

The commotion in Angel's share will have to wait.

When he does come back from dealing with the hoodlums, he is no longer the Darknight Hero, but the well renowned wine magnate, Diluc Ragnvindr.

The crowd seems to have not let up. And, at the tailend of it is a rather familiar friend. He could see her tiptoeing and attempting to squeeze herself through to no avail.

He sighs, wondering what the bard has done to rile up the crowd.

"Traveler, what brings you here this late an hour? You should have some rest," Diluc calls out to the blonde who steps away from the crowd, entertaining the thought of coming back in the morning.

Lumine turns around and puts on a bright smile upon seeing her ticket out of this mess the tavern owner. She runs up to him with the paperwork in her hands.

"Oh Master Diluc, thank goodness you're here!" She gently claps her hands together—careful not to crease the paper any more than Paimon has previously—in delight. "I have something to hand over to Charles since Paimon here—"

She gestures to her right with a thumb, but seeing the redhead's brow raise, she looks at the spot where she last sees the fairy and sees no sign of her.

"Where did she run off to this time?" Lumine mutters, that headache is making a comeback. "Babysitting a drunk Paimon is more trouble than it's worth."

"I see your companion is giving you trouble this time around," Diluc says, crossing his arms, always ready to lend an ear. He knows from experience how tiring it could be to be the responsible one.

"She took a few sips from the colorful cocktails the patrons egged her on," Lumine explains. "She was a mess by the time she came back."

Diluc frowns.

"No, no, don't be mad at the customers or Charles! You know how pushy Paimon can be at times." The Traveler shakes her head and waves her arms in trying to placate the older man. She looks up and is relieved to see the furrow on his brows gone.

"If that is what pleases you."

She gives him an energetic nod.

"Anyways, as I was saying earlier, these are the documents he requested." Lumine hands over the documents.

"I gotta run before that Emergency Food gets herself into trouble. See you around, Master Diluc!"

"Ah, thank you. Good work, and have a restful evening." The Wine Master calls out to her. She turns and gives him a wave.

"Will do!"

He looks over the papers and determines them to be about taxes. When he lifts his head, he sees that the Traveler's dilemma has also been solved.

"Ah, there you are! If you wander off again, I'll turn you into a pancake, got that?" Lumine grabs Paimon's cheek and drags her away like that.

"Noooo~"

"No buts, stick close or you're breakfast tomorrow."

The fairy makes a noise of complaint, but keeps quiet, otherwise.

When Lumine deems it far away enough from prying eyes and ears, she releases the fairy. With one last swooping gaze, she closes in on the fairy, who is grumbling about how much of a brute the Traveler is at handling Paimon as she tended to her abused cheek.

"Hand it over."

Paimon puffs up both her cheeks and petulantly gives her the Kamera.

"Now, where did you go, and what are you doing with this?"

"Don't be mad at Paimon, Lumine!" The flying mascot brightens up almost immediately, hiccuping all the while. The Traveler could see greed glint in Paimon's eyes. The wicked grin she sports proves it. "Paimon just took [hic] a few shots that can get us [hic] a little extra. Hehehe~"

Lumine's headache worsens. This has trouble written all over it.

She didn't want to deal with it at the moment. There's still one more task to complete after all.

"I'll… talk to you when you get your head on straight." The traveler shoos off the giggling drunk fairy.

Paimon obliges and disappears in a puff of stars.

Now then, onto the last order of business for the day. A quick trip to Liyue is in order.

She just hopes Xingqui's still awake and would let her do a last minute film development and photograph printing session.

There is truly no rest for the Traveler.

— —

Work and silence. That's all that there was for the past half hour since Xiao disentangled himself from Venti's embrace and rejected the other's offer to rest in his room upstairs.

The Adeptus assured the bard that he was fine, and that they were inconveniencing the others with their prolonged absence.

"Silly serious Alatus, this isn't even your job! You would listen to me, no questions asked, if I were—" a sigh, accompanied by the shaking of a head. "Nevermind. But if I see you pushing yourself too hard, I will sweep you off your feet and carry you to my room without a second thought—in a bridal carry."

The wind barrier dispersed around them. The bard gave him one last squeeze before letting go. Dusting themselves off, they made their way downstairs.

Their absence was surely felt as their co-workers and a few patrons inquired after them—one of them throwing out an off-handed provocative comment.

Xiao couldn't remember the words spoken, but the tone was memorable. There was no banter, no spiteful yet playful comeback. It was a simple request. It was spoken with surprising regality, ringing an unspoken promise of punishment if his wish was not granted.

It rendered Charles and Patton mute, the Yaksha wide-eyed.

To him, it was the tone of a displeased Lord Barbatos.

Perhaps remembering himself, the barmaid gave them a warm smile and an apology, which made it all the more unnerving for both humans and Adeptus alike. The humans gulped drily, and the Adeptus could only stare.

"Look at our patrons, ready to drink 'til they drop! So let's head back to work, chop-chop!"

And just like that, the coldness that descended on their part of the tavern had melted away, quickly forgotten.

Instructions were given, and off to work they went. While no words were spoken between them, Venti's body language was far from quiet.

As the atmosphere in the tavern lightens as newer patrons replace the scarred ones those who have outstayed their welcome, the conversations become more lively again, and the energy levels pick up enough for the crowd to request songs and ballads from the two musicians in there.

Despite his high demand, Venti is serious about that threat. Xiao could see it in the way the other's eyes kept track of his movements, lingering, the way the other squeezes in a pat on the shoulder or on his head when they cross paths, and the way he smiles at him when their eyes lock in place.

Venti is fussing over him too much. Again.

Xiao is not the type to take on a task he cannot accomplish. He is not pushing himself, and he is determined not to give the gremlin the satisfaction of humiliating him more than he already has.

He focuses on the tasks ahead, and continues to make light of Venti's antics.

"Hey, you over there," a customer calls out to Xiao. The Adeptus dutifully comes over. She takes a tentative look around before leaning in, covering part of her mouth as she speaks. "You're the one they're talking about, right? Venti's boyfriend?"

The question takes him aback. He had stopped paying attention to the patrons' chattering the moment he set foot back into the serving floor. Whether it is due to this human's audacity or due to the nature of the question itself, he is unsure which part makes him pause.

"The word on the street is that he ki—"

"Young Ylgr! Glad to see you here! How is that topography survey near the Meaty Tribe's domain? Find any discrepancies?" Venti manages to slide himself in between the brown-haired adventurer and the Adeptus. He gestures for Xiao to serve another table with a nod as he takes care of this. "Here is your Cream Stew and Berry and Mint Burst."

The young woman is about to air a complaint, and ask the source himself, yet having her area of expertise brought up like this makes her rattle on about part of a cliff having been shaved off by at least three meters, brought upon by wind and water erosion.

Venti mentally breathes a sigh of relief at seeing Xiao take the order from the table he gestured to with nothing but composure on his features. He may have saved the Adeptus from being grilled this time around, but he isn't sure he could pull it off again.

The bard would rather the Yaksha rest than be subjected to this kind of uncomfortable questioning. If only Xiao would stop being so stubborn…

•• ••

Labels… Only humans would be so obsessed with putting on a label on a relationship between two individuals. Relationships are about the connection and fostering the development of that connection. Once a certain level of understanding and trust has been achieved, the talk of a binding contract may emerge in conversation.

Marriage, as one may put it.

Why complicate matters by attaching boundaries and labels in a relationship's progress? Wouldn't it create more confusion when partners find themselves in the junction between one stage and the one after it?

"Alatus, could you do it? Would you make me yours?" Venti's words ring in his ears as he takes on the trays of beverages from Charles. He could faintly feel the beginnings of a tremble when the bard put down his hand.

That couldn't have possibly been a joke. He refuses to believe it was, no matter what Venti says. Those lips may be used to spouting nonsense and lies, but those aqua pools whisper a different story. If only he could understand what those whispers mean...

Venti wants something from him—something of great importance. That much is evident. The bard would not dare to utter his true name if it weren't the case.

Xiao knows that guesswork and mulling possibilities are nothing but a waste of time. He simply has to ask, and more often than not, the bard's clumsiness will see him through. It is absurd to rely on things such as a person's clumsiness, yet there are times that it is what the Adeptus would call absurd that yields results when it comes to the former Archon.

Having served all the drinks on his tray, Xiao waits for the barmaid to finish performing a requested song before coming up to him when he sits by the bar.

It is currently, apart from the bartenders on standby, vacated.

If those two have learned their lesson earlier, then they should know better than to stick their noses where they don't belong, and to keep what they overhear and their opinions to themselves.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Huh?" The barmaid asks, genuinely confused. "Ah, well, the patrons on tables 2 and 9 look close to polishing off their drinks. You could ask them if they're in need of a refill."

"Not that. I meant, about your request from earlier. I realize I haven't given you a proper response," Xiao explains as he crosses his arms. "I can't grasp how exactly I could 'make you mine', as you put it. What would you have me do?"

Thank Celestia that Venti hasn't drank anything yet, let alone touch the glass of water on the counter. He is positive he would've spat it out on the Yaksha's face. Not that a wet look wouldn't suit the slightly shorter man (quite the opposite, actually), but that isn't the point.

"Blunt and straight to the point, aren't we?" the bard retorts without missing a beat, tossing a chuckle into the mix. "If it's about what Ylgr said, you don't need to worry about it. People talk and word spreads fast in these types of places. It should die fast if we don't give it any more kindling."

Xiao snorts.

"You're one to talk when you've been feeding the rumors yourself." He gives the bard a forehead flick. "You aren't being subtle in your coddling."

"That hardly counts as coddling!" Venti grabs the offending hand before it could attack again. His eyes dart to the glass of water on the counter. He really thought he was being subtle. "I'm just checking up on you, and you know…"

"You fuss over me too much. I am not fragile, Venti. Don't treat me as if I were glass." Xiao shakes his hand free from the other's grasp and leans over to cover the barmaid's view of the insignificant object hoarding the other's attention. "And, I would rather have an effective preventive measure to drive those pests away."

Venti's lips part in surprise before his brows knit together. He knows he fell in love with a blockhead, but he thought that Xiao was at least better than that stone-for-brains old dragon! The flash of anger reflects in his eyes—a reaction that Xiao is expecting.

"So that's why you're asking me this, huh?"

Unbelievable, he was starting to think that they were truly making progress on those lessons… Venti chews on his lip, his hands clenching.

"Is that how you saw it, some sort of insect repellant?" It had been a while since he let himself freely express his anger. The venom present in each word is meant to sting. "Simple. All you have to do is mark me, Alatus. Will that give you peace of mind?"

Venti's eyes snap wide as big as saucers. The words... they came flying out before his brain could process their meaning. Careless, why is he always like this? It was a mistake. It shouldn't have happened again!

"I-I…" But, what could he say to turn things around?

"Understood."

Venti blinks and refocuses his attention on the Adeptus. The smallest of smiles is in place, and those gold eyes… they contain an ounce of guilt and—

His breath hitches when Xiao envelopes him in an embrace, his head held close to the Adeptus' chest. He closes his eyes as realization ebbs in his mind.

A teaspoon of mischief. He has been played. He chuckles.

"You're more well-learned than I thought, you cheeky brat." Venti pouts, crossing his arms. "I was really angry with you, you know."

"You wouldn't have been clear with me otherwise." Xiao nuzzles the top of Venti's head. "It's not good to bottle things up; you taught me that. Lead by example, my idiotic teacher."

"Nickname number 2! You're really trying, aren't you?" The bard giggles. "And what? No apology?"

Xiao chuckles, his chest rumbling pleasantly at seeing his bard in good spirits again. He releases him and peers down on Venti's eyes to see what emotion they hold.

They're sparkling.

"About that request… Do we—" Xiao's hand takes hold of the other's wrist as he stands from his stool, leading the both of them to the center of the tavern. "—have to show them? Is it a Mondstadtian tradition I am unfamiliar with?"

Stray glances land on them, growing into full-blown stares. Whispers erupt from the crowd, seeing that there is new development unfolding before their eyes. It doesn't take long for the crowd from the outdoor seating area to catch wind of the excitement inside. The entrance of the tavern is blocked once more.

Finally, they're getting some action around here! Some have come from Cat's Tail upon hearing some drunk Venti fan gripe about what they had witnessed. The current crowd were eager spectators.

Venti's eyes dart around, and the number of eyes meeting his own are increasing. This is bad. He looks at Xiao, and he looks unflappable as ever.

"A-as I was saying—you distracted me—let's forget all about it, yeah? It's stupid, and you should know better than to take this jester of a bard too seriously!" Venti gently slaps the Adeptus' arm as he laughs. He moves with the intention to go back to his spot at the bar.

He sure is parched!

A furrow appears on the Adeptus' brow. Venti is being too stubborn on his preconceived notions once more. He tightens his hold on the wrist and pulls him back.

"You require validation," Xiao whispers, pulling Venti closer to him. Both of his hands now securely on the curve of his bard's waist. He leans his face closer to reddening ears. "And, I am more than willing to provide."

The Adeptus concentrates on erasing the other people's presence in his mind's eye. They don't matter, he tells himself. There isn't a better way to keep the pests at bay. Oh, that rhymed. The bard's influence is truly rubbing on him.

Xiao hasn't heard Venti make a peep since his reply, and he feels him go rigid in his hold.

Is he reading Venti wrong again? He sighs.

"I'm sorry. I can't do it…" Instead of fangs piercing his neck, Venti feels the Yaksha's forehead press against it. "...not like this."

The action surprises the barmaid, but it is quickly replaced by relief. His posture slackens and his eyes grow soft. He was expecting the worst—a repeat of Xiao's panic attack plays in his mind, or a harsh rejection once reason clears away Xiao's clouded mind.

But this… this is fine. The thought is more than enough.

"I know." Venti presses the Adeptus' deeper into the crook of his neck, wrapping his free arm around that trim back. " I'm sorry too, for planting a ridiculously scandalous idea in your head."

He giggles, releases his beloved from the awkward embrace, and looks straight into awaiting kind eyes, placing both hands on his shoulders. "So let's forget all a—HUH?"

Xiao grabs his wrist and drags him to the end of the hallway.

A few gasps could be heard from the audience, but he simply did not care.

"Wait, where are we going?! Xiao?!"

He throws open the door leading to the back exit of the tavern.

"It's not ridiculous." The Adeptus pulls Venti outside before closing the door, his back leaning against it. He looks up to meet those beautiful aqua jewels. Under the lantern light, they sparkle with anticipation. He gulps. He wants to please—a chance to give back.

"I might be getting carried away, but this isn't a whim." Xiao clarifies as he pushes himself off from the door and walks over to Venti.

Venti couldn't look away from Xiao's piercing eyes. They pin him in place. It makes him shiver. His back hits the wall behind him and one of his hands finds purchase on a wooden railing. Xiao cages him in between two strong arms with a leg slotting it in between his own.

There is no escape—not that he has plans on going anywhere any time soon.

"I want you to be mine too, Venti. I want all that you could give me, Barbatos."

Xiao makes sure to choose his words carefully. There is no room for misunderstanding here.

He watches as those jewels gleam, as though they were moons waxing into fullness and then fill in as unshed tears begin to build walls over them.

Tears… yes, they can be brought forth by happiness too. Thinking back, he shed some himself too, some time ago.

"You really mean it, don't you."

People say that "seeing is believing", but for Venti, it doesn't quite fit his situation with Xiao. The Adeptus may show him one thing, and it could be interpreted in a number of different ways. He has to hear him. He could see very well, yes, but he has to hear it coming from the man himself before he could start to believe it.

"Unlike my sweet little bard, who is skilled in twisting words, this Adeptus does not lie." Xiao leans in closer, slowly tilting his head to the side to have better access to Venti's soft lips.

'That, exactly that,' the bard thinks.

He doesn't bother pointing out Xiao's attempt at bestowing him a nickname nor does he have the patience for the other's attempt at being romantic. He lunges towards him, arms desperately clinging onto Xiao's well-built body. His legs follow suit in his quest to wrap the Yaksha's body with his. He knows his beloved could take his weight—that he wouldn't let him fall.

His eyes close and the tears roll down his cheeks. He gives him two deep kisses before Xiao breaks it off. It leaves him panting.

Unfair.

The Adeptus doesn't seem to share the same breathing difficulties as he, and instead trails light kisses from the corner of his eye down to his chin, following the journey his tears have wandered off too. And then, he repeats the gesture on the other side.

Xiao is so kind and gentle. He doesn't deserve this innocent creature, not when he has wanton thoughts running through his head. Truly a disgrace.

"No-not there," he mewls, craning his neck to make his intentions more obvious. "Lower. More…"

"Shhh, I've got you." Xiao tucks away a stray strand of hair behind Venti's ears before repositioning them to something more comfortable for the clingy bard. He gives him a few open-mouthed kisses, each one trails lower and lower—going to his jaw, down his neck then to its crook.

Venti is vocal, as he is reminded of when the bard calls for him in between sweet, loud moans.

If the bard can talk one's ears off in a normal conversation, then one can expect a concerto out of him in bed.

And while that is usually a good thing, it isn't ideal in this particular setting.

It usually takes more to render his vocabulary almost non-existent (with just a few words left), but with this kissing—the pent up neediness may be playing a significant role in this—the process is accelerated.

"Venti!" Xiao hisses when the bard tightens his legs around Xiao. With the dress hiked up, it makes the situation more apparent. He keeps his tone low and stern for the scolding. "This is hardly the place for this; how much more for that?"

"Bu-but, Xiao. I need you."

Xiao thanks Celestia for letting Venti remember how to modulate his voice. It was difficult restraining the beautiful notes coming out of the bard; it was a shame, to keep those sinfully alluring notes in, but a necessity seeing as the bard forgot all about it earlier.

"Focus," he whispers—more to himself than the bard—into the shell of the bard's ear. "Or, we will end it here."

"No!" Venti whines as he squirms in place. It is hard to feel comfortable when he's like this. He rests his head on Xiao's shoulder, clinging to him harder. He's close to tears once more, thinking about how Xiao may just leave him in this state if he gets fed up with him. "Don't stop. I'll do anything. Please. Just don't—ngh—stop."

"Then behave."

Xiao grunts as he recognizes the uncomfortable pressure in his nethers. He was successful in ignoring it until now, and he will continue to do so.

He has to focus. He has to—

When Venti's aqua pools reemerge, a pang of guilt grips him. He is no stranger to Venti's tears, but he could never get used to them. He hushes and sways him from side to side, trying to calm his little one down. It isn't his intention to sound cold or harsh.

"Venti, it's okay. I won't leave," he assures his bard, giving him a kiss on the forehead. "Not until you ask me to, alright?"

The tears stop and his little one nods with a smile. Venti buries his face back into the crook of Xiao's neck.

The Adeptus sighs.

Doesn't Venti know how difficult giving into this request is for him? How every sound that comes out of Venti's mouth strips him of his self-control. How every touch sends electricity through his body, robbing him of rational thought. How every hitched breath urges him to steal the former Archon away from his homeland, and lock him away in their little 'home' in Liyue—to cherish him properly and to attend to his every need.

"Yo-you've been so good to me, so I-I'll give you a re-reward," Xiao stutters, making his already flushed face redder. He isn't used to using this manner of speaking to someone, but he knows Venti likes it.

He could see it in the way the tips of his treasure's hair illuminate and the way those jewel eyes light up when Venti raises his head up to look at him again.

Xiao pushes aside the ruffles of Venti's dress to expose more pale skin that he is quick to lavish kisses on. He licks a short stripe across the crook of the other's neck, making his little one shiver.

"This will hurt. Ready?"

Venti gives him a curt nod before craning his neck to the left once more.

He closes his eyes. It is hard to believe how Xiao just accepted his selfish request and even dragged him here to fulfil it.

Just as he was willing to let the thought be swept away by the wind, Xiao catches it with both hands and embraces it, even if he doesn't fully understand how much it means to the bard.

Venti keeps himself from crying out in pain upon feeling sharp canines ghost and finally pierce his sensitive skin by biting onto the flesh of Xiao's exposed shoulder. The Adeptus must have been caught unaware as he jolted in response, but he did not withdraw. Venti drags his nails across the Yaksha's exposed back in an attempt to contain the sounds coming out of him as those sharp teeth dig even deeper still.

The action makes him shake uncontrollably. His fight or flight responses have kicked in—his body recognizing that there was a threat latched onto him, onto his vulnerable neck. He fights the urge to flail, to push and to flee.

He reminds himself that this is what he asked for, something that he wanted for a long, long time now. He replays Xiao's confession and his promises in his mind, recounts the way soft kisses trailed his cheeks, and the gentle swaying to calm him down.

That's right, Xiao is careful with him. He is attentive and will cater to his needs, even to the point of spoiling him. The Adeptus treats him like one would some ancient lost relic or the most precious of jewels—some sort of treasure.

Him, treasure?

But even now, his attentiveness shows. Teeth and fangs alike retract, but never fully leaving, in response to his shaking. The hand on his back remains steady in keeping him close, while other cards through his hair in hopes of providing comfort.

The shaking stops.

How could this man ever be a threat to his safety? He bared his neck to him because he knew he could trust Xiao. He knew he could be himself around him. He knew that this is that one person he must hold onto and never ever let go.

And never let go, he shall. Just as he feels Xiao move to retract his fangs fully, he uses a hand to keep Xiao's head down.

"Don't stop, I'm fine. Just needed—aaah~" Venti could not finish his sentence as sharp fangs bury themselves back into his flesh, where he could imagine the bruises starting to form.

His back arches as the pain gives way to pleasure, making him press his body against Xiao's. Ah, he wishes he could ignore the steady fire building up in the pit of his belly and his arousal that is trapped in between them.

Really, how does Xiao do it? How could he keep himself in check?

He could feel the heat emanating from the Adeptus, and he could feel the other's interest trying to make itself known. 'Impressive' is an understatement for the amount of self-restraint the Adeptus has demonstrated by not fully ravishing him right there and then.

Could the same be said of him since he has managed not to touch himself yet, despite his growing frustration?

They stay very still, a few moments that stretch on for an eternity, just letting it settle, the realization that they've done it. They've marked each other. They have physical proof of their belonging with each other.

Venti is Xiao's, and in turn Xiao is Venti's.

Xiao withdraws and begins tending to the bite mark—licking it clean of blood and kissing the soreness away.

Venti sighs and dreamily thinks that he was right. He didn't need alcohol to run through his veins to feel oh so very drunk, so stupidly drunk with happiness and content. He would go as far as to say that he is drunk with love too.

He lets go of his hold on the Yaksha, who catches and supports his limp and tired self. He could hear the other asking how he was feeling.

Venti opens his eyes, and sees concerned eyes on him. He gives him a big dopey grin and a little giggle.

It is real. It isn't a dream. Xiao wants him too.

The door to their left clicks open.

•• ••

Once the Traveler is out of sight, Diluc sighs.

Dealing with the trouble that the bard in green sows is part of the routine by now. Sometimes he wonders if refusing remuneration for the damages and stolen goods would have been the wiser decision.

He manages to get through the crowd. His bigger build and striking features allows the crowd to recognize and give way. He finds Charles managing the bar. Lottie and… Patton comes out from the kitchen with trays of food in their hands and arms.

There is no bard in sight.

Yet, the crowd is alive with chatter.

The tavern owner slides into one of the bar seats and draws up his hands, steepling his hands.

"What is going on here, Charles?"

"As usual, it's the bard stirring things up."

Another heachache makes itself known to the Wine Master.

"But this time, he has a 'friend' to shake things up a bit."

"A 'friend'?" he asks, incredulous, eyes wide. He whips his head around, trying to spot something out of place.

Could the (former, not deceased) Geo Archon be in their midst?

Charles leans close to his boss.

"He's harsh and cold—looks like one of those serious types—but becomes a hapless puppy in front of Venti. Quite a ferocious fellow once triggered. He's got a baby face on him too." The bartender chuckles. "But I wouldn't be so careless as to tack on 'friend' on that young man. Great opportunity to open up a betting pool, I'd say."

The intensity of Diluc's headache increased at least ten-fold.

"And, where is that wretched bard and that trouble-making 'friend' of his?"

"Last I saw, they ran to the back."

The redhead groans. It isn't the former Archon friend. It is the Anemo-wielding Adeptus lover that swung by.

He isn't sure whether chasing after the two is the wise decision here. If Venti ditched work for this so-called 'friend' of his, he may as well think it is best to leave them be.

But based on the description of this lover, Diluc most certainly thinks it is not wise to let a loose cannon run amuck. Even if he looks like one of the serious types, he chose Venti as his significant other. That alone could potentially equate to chaos.

Diluc sees a glass of grape juice in front of him when he returns to reality. He drinks it all. He passes onto the bartender the documents and the message that the Traveler gave him, then stands up to start dealing with the problem.

Seeing as the crowd looks to be at peace, doing no actual harm being huddled the way that they are now, he decides to ignore them, and heads to the hallway. He could hear the cooking noises coming from the backrooms, and some drunken singing from the restrooms. It is when he drew closer to the back door that he could hear some muffled sounds.

Burglars? But wouldn't it be better to simply steal one of the kegs by the border wall instead of drawing close to the exit?

Diluc twists the knob of the door, and gives it a tentative push.

He sees the bard by the wall, held up and looking a little dazed. It takes a second to register that the position that the bard is in is…. compromising, to say the least. And that, of course, there is definitely another person holding the bard up.

With one arm.

The other is outstretched… holding a green polearm… with its tip point in between his eyes.

"Oh, Master Diluc! What a surprise to see you here!" Venti greets, having snapped out of his daze, waving at him enthusiastically. He turns to his companion to complain. "Xiao dear, put that down, it's rude!"

This 'Xiao' growls in his direction and pins him under that petrifying gaze. Another scolding from Venti makes him lower the weapon down with a click of a tongue.

Without taking his eyes off the intruder, Xiao sits Venti onto the railing before shielding his treasure from view with his body. He didn't like the man's title, and he didn't like it on Venti's lips.

"'Master Diluc', is it? Are you the owner of this fine establishment? Explain yourself. Why do you demand this sort of repayment from your—" Xiao clicks his tongue once more, remembering where they are. "—from Venti?"

Diluc is taken aback by the seemingly young man's animosity. So, this is the bard's lover. Charles's description of him is on-point so far…

But, he is personally not taking a liking to the brat's tone and use of words. He is about to put in a word of complaint when the bard beats him to it.

"Xiao, stand down," Venti warns him. Below his fingertips was the Yaksha's Vision.

He can wring out the prettiest of noises out of his beloved when he touches it just right. But, as expected, his beloved doesn't hold back. That, in itself, is cute, but that's beside the point.

"I cannot tolerate this practice. He lets swine and pests roam free in his tavern, and even has the impertinence to use his nation's very own Arc—"

Xiao shuts his mouth mid-sentence, biting his lip so hard it draws blood. That little imp...

Venti jumps off his seat and gets in between the two.

"Thaaat's enough, my darling little knight~ You did well facing off with your foes, showing off your impressive might! The battle is over, and my champion has won the fight. Won't you listen to me, and cool your head for the night?" He tells his beloved, touching his elbow.

With one last huff, Xiao breaks off his glare and occupies the corner Venti vacated. His arms cross above his chest as he looks away from the two.

Diluc gulps at the sight of the bard, and quickly turns his gaze away. Cold sweat runs down the back of his neck. This barmaid is in no condition to continue working tonight.

"Why don't you head on in, Wine Master? I'll come back when I've settled things here."

Oh, Holy Lyre del Himmel, the bard intends to go back to work even after this? He wants nothing more than to smack his palm onto his face, leave the tavern with a bottle of Dandelion Wine in hand, and never speak of this ever again. A side glance towards the prickly brat makes him regret his decision to look for the two even more. It seems that the bard has done quite a number on his lover too.

"You are to take the rest of the night off," the tavern owner says before closing the door on them.

Diluc slinks back into his seat at the bar. He buries his head under both of his arms, letting the cool countertop soothe his woes. He knows that he should inform the crowd that their beloved Angel is not coming back to work tonight, but he doesn't have the energy to attend to the task just yet.

"Charles, a shot of Fire-Water, now."

The bartender almost jumps at the sudden order.

"Co-coming right up," he says a tad shakily. The alcohol-hating Master Diluc ordering a shot of their strongest liquor? What horrendous thing did the young master experience for him to resort to drinking?

Charles may not ever know the answer, but the turn of events has him worried. Taking a peek behind him, he sees that the young master is not monitoring his movements. He takes the bottle of Fire-Water and only takes a few drops from it. He dilutes it with water before serving it to the Wine Master.

Truly, whatever trouble plagues the young master, it must be downright dreadful for the conscientious tavern owner to forgo examining his drink before downing it in one shot.

Diluc rests his head onto his arms. His eyelids droop, and soon, sleep takes him.

The bartender could only hope that this momentary reprieve is enough to ease the young man's troubles.

•• ••

Venti waits for the footsteps to fade before facing Xiao again. He sidles up to the Adeptus and rests his back against the wall. He reaches out for the other's gloved hand and slots his fingers in between the spaces of Xiao's own.

"Thank you for coming tonight. You know well enough that all I ever do bring you trouble, yet you still came." His eyes drift to the lantern hanging above head. Just as the wick inside the lantern nears the end of the line, their 'adventure' also draws to a close on a night so fine.

He couldn't bring himself to see his reflection on those golden eyes. He could feel them gaze at him, and he adamantly tells himself not to gaze back. He just lets his words flow out, unrestrained.

Xiao keeps the bard's hand firmly in his grasp. Even if Venti refuses to look his way, he continues to look as the other talks. He listens to him talk of gratitude for the simplest of gestures. He listens to him jest on the topic of crushing dreams (of degenerates), and how it is not as bad as he thought it was. He listens to him mull on to the topic of catching dreams, harvesting some for the Yaksha to munch on on his journey back to Liyue. There comes a pause before apologizing for his unthinking nature. He listens to him apologize for the littlest of things.

It hurts.

A jab here, and another follows, out of the blue. Something inside breaks as a result. He isn't a stranger to pain, yet he cannot shake it off—ignore it—like usual. He doesn't understand why it is like this.

There are no outside threats. The voices from the fallen gods are silent. There are just words, Venti's words.

It is frustrating to feel helpless—to lack enough understanding that he has to rely on mere instincts on how to act. A voice inside his head, his own, tells him to do something, anything for this torment to stop.

Xiao gets up from his spot and pulls Venti into a tight embrace. He takes Venti's surprised "oh", and the feeling of the other melting in his embrace—arms lazily trapping him in place—as good signs. His response is correct.

The silence that follows, with only the faraway sounds of insects' serenade, allows him to turn Venti's words over his head.

"You're rambling again," he says as he tucks his little one's head under his chin. "You don't have to worry too much. It's fine. Nothing you do or ask is too troublesome for me. Overthinking is not good for you."

He could hear a tiny gasp, followed by a chuckle.

"What are you talking about, you overly serious Yaksha?" Venti mumbles something about what happened earlier, but dismisses it when Xiao arches a perfectly made brow.

There is one more thing: he isn't very good at dealing with goodbyes.

"I'm just trying to make you stay just a little bit longer."

Xiao knows this is true. He also knows that there is more to this, and the bard is deflecting again. Is this why Venti wouldn't look at him? He knows Venti has his pride and can be stubborn, so he'll honor this unspoken request for now.

"Then tell me to stay." His hold on his treasure tightens, if only a bit. He receives a nuzzle in return. "I won't go anywhere; you only have to say the word."

The former Archon takes one of the Yaksha's hands in his and traces the outline of the covered fingers. Slowly, the finger trails up and traces the holder of the Vision encased there.

"There is a reason why you wouldn't leave Liyue under normal circumstances, right?"

"Yes, but—"

"And besides, Diluc might kick you out if he sees you again."

"Him? That 'Master Diluc' from earlier?" Xiao huffs, taking his hand from the bard's grasp. "He cannot lay a hand on me. Do not underestimate the ways of the Adepti."

Venti untucks himself from Xiao's hold and catches him rolling his eyes at the thought.

"That's not the point! Geez…" Venti puffs up his cheeks. A look of fond exasperation paints his features before it breaks into a teasing grin. "But, you're cute like that."

"I know," Xiao replies, entirely prepared for the teasing. He puts on a smirk, which aggravates the bard's earlier exasperation. "That's what you keep telling me all night."

A look of mischief suits his imp much better.

"Is that so? Well, I still don't think I've told you that enough times yet." The bard giggles and noses affectionately rubs his nose against Xiao's. "Maybe I should make a new composition on the topic. So, which would you prefer, a sonnet on 'the Illuminated Beast who is nothing but a lovesick puppy', or an ode to the 'Anemo Archon's unofficial Fifth Wind'?"

"Shu-shut up." Xiao's cheeks have taken on that Valberry pink again. "I am neither a lovesick puppy or your Fifth Wind."

"That's why I tacked 'unofficial' on the tin! But, I'm afraid you can't keep me from spreading your cuteness all around! All of sons and daughters of Mond must know!" Venti withdraws from the embrace. He holds up a finger and winks at him. "But oh, I think you know the best method for shutting me up, at least for now, ehe~"

Xiao looks up at him, the blush never truly fading, and tilts his head to the side. Best method to shut this bard up and stop him from his creative pursuits? He mentally huffs. As if such a method exists. Venti's laughter adds to his confusion.

"Ah, that's too bad then. That was a limited time offer." Venti shakes his head as he tuts. His smile is blinding. "So, which one are you picking?"

"I'm not picking." The answer is immediate. The Yaksha should have known his imp is serious about it.

"Sure you are! Unless you're giving me time to cook something even more embarrassing." The bard assumes his thinking pose. "Hmmm, let's see… How about—?"

"The ode," Xiao chooses with much reluctance.

"Excellent choice, my Honorary Fifth Wind! Please look forward to it~"

"I won't."

Venti stifles a chuckle. He knows the Adeptus will, burning with embarrassment all the while. He likes to believe that the Yaksha is his number one fan.

But, that is a matter reserved for another time. He pats his sides, and takes out the flute by his hip.

"I almost forgot. Here, I believe that this is yours." Venti offers back what he secretly took from the Adeptus' belongings.

Xiao's eyes widen upon recognizing the object in Venti's hands. Inquiring about the item has slipped from his mind, after all that has happened tonight. He tentatively reaches out of it. Ever impatient, Venti pulls his hand over and places it on his palm.

"You… you took it deliberately, didn't you?"

Venti only hums noncommittally. The corner of his lip quirk upwards when Xiao takes the time to look at it with affection before tucking it away.

"This is another lesson, is it not?" the Adeptus asks quite testily. "What is this emotion called?"

"Patience, my dear student." Venti raises a finger up, his tone emulating the grace of a learned scholar. There is a twinkle in his eye. "For you to be so hot-headed proves that you have learned what you must from this experience."

"Good job!" He ruffles Xiao's hair as a reward. His words have placated his prickly student, and the said prickly student's eagerness to learn crashes over him like waves. "Our lesson for tonight is not entirely new. You have felt this before, but practice it unknowingly."

Teacher Venti takes Xiao's silence as encouragement to continue. His little student brands himself as 'unwilling' yet he is so attentive like this. So cute.

"We'll start with three words: sentimentality, sentiment, and sentimental."

"Sentimentality is when you attach meaning to an item, an event, or memory. Sentiment is the meaning or importance you attach to the object or experience in question." Venti's fingers lazily brush against the tender skin on his neck. "And you become sentimental when you feel tenderness, sadness, or nostalgia as you encounter the object or are reminded of the sentiment you placed on it."

The Adeptus keeps silent, considering the former Archon's lecture. It makes sense. Each term had something to connect to from his experience earlier that evening.

That particular Dihua flute is irreplaceable to him since Venti confirmed his identity as his savior by using it. He felt tenderness, sadness and nostalgia all at once, upon seeing that flute in Venti's hands.

Venti is amazing. He is able to squeeze in a lesson despite all the madness that was tonight.

Is this extraordinary being truly his?

Xiao watches his treasure caress the mark he has left. He could see a small smile playing on the other's bruised lips as he did so.

"Does it hurt? Did I use too much force?" He asks, just in case he is misreading the gestures.

"Huh?" The bard freezes. "Why do you ask?"

There came no reply, but Venti is quick to catch on and withdraws his hand when he does.

It seems that Xiao isn't the only one learning tonight. And, this explains a few things about tonight's mess…

"It doesn't hurt in a bad way. It's just—" Oh Celestia, this is embarrassing. Is he really going to explain to the Adeptus his own set of realizations? "A-about my request tonight…"

Xiao's interest is almost palpable.

"Ah, nevermind! It's nothing!"

Of course, he couldn't. He is a coward, and he has had enough humiliating himself over the course of the night. But, Xiao can't have it his way, even if he frowns with all his might.

"Seeing as you have no questions about the terms that have been discussed, I think it is time for another example…" Venti taps on his chin as he makes pondering noises. "Ah! Let's use that precious polearm of yours."

The bard outstretches his hand, and the Yaksha takes the hint and summons his Primordial Jade Wing-Tipped Spear. He pauses before handing it over to Venti's awaiting hand.

"You hesitated, didn't you?" He asks with a raised eyebrow, clearly amused.

Xiao averts his gaze.

"I'm not mad, silly! It just proves that this polearm is important to you." The bard-turned-teacher ruffles his student's hair until grabs his wrist in an unspoken request to stop. "Now, tell me why that is."

Xiao releases him, and the bard raises it up to get a better look at it.

"It was a gift. A gift from Lord Rex Lapis to aid me in my duty," the Yaksha watches Venti turn the polearm in different angles in fascination. It is a pleasing sight. "It is a symbol of his faith in me and my capabilities. I suppose that is what you would call the 'sentiment'."

Venti nods, and passes the weapon back to its owner. After some pondering, the Adeptus continues.

"There are times, after the supposed passing of my Lord, that I admit to feeling sentimental as I wield this weapon in my hands—its weight increasing at least ten fold. It does not feel as heavy after seeing him alive and well."

Xiao blinks as he sees the bard's expression darken. Did he say something wrong?

Venti forgave the old blockhead for this already. Yet, to be reminded of the hurt the former god of Geo has caused his beloved rekindled a few embers here and there.

He has no right to feel that way. It is all in the past now. He extinguishes the starting flames, and focuses on the kind soul in front of him.

"You're amazing, Xiao. I'm proud of you." The former Archon looks up at him with a smile. The Adeptus is astonished at the warmth those aqua jewels held. "I'm proud of you."

Venti jumps and clings to his beloved, pouring all his affection into his embrace.

"I'm sorry that you had to go through that. You didn't deserve it. I wish I had come sooner."

"Venti…" Xiao could not string words together to form a reply, let alone any coherent thought. He closes his eyes and simply lets himself feel.

Xiao couldn't stop himself from uttering a whine when Venti withdrew. The other doesn't laugh or chuckle at him.

"I'm happy that tonight's lesson went well. Don't be afraid to apply it more consciously, okay?"

"Apply it more consciously?"

"You'll figure it out, I know you will. Now go, my dear workaholic knight. Liyue awaits your return." Venti cups his hand on Xiao's cheek before giving him one last peck on the lips. "But, I do insist on taking advantage of the calmness of the night, and have a good night's rest."

Venti caresses the mark he left on the Yaksha's shoulder.

"If you really need to blow off some steam, then go take it out on the monsters here in Mondstadt. The weaklings here should be more than enough. But, always exercise caution! I'll see you soon."

Xiao, ever obedient, nods and heeds his bard's words (except for the suggestion of going into a Hilichurl killing spree). Black and teal wisps envelop him. In a blink of an eye, no traces of the Yaksha is to be seen from where he stood.

Venti isn't very good with goodbyes, and so he makes it his resolve to be able to say 'I'm back' sooner than anyone anticipates.

Meaning, off to work he goes. Even if it is against the Wine Master's wishes.

He hums as he pats down his dress, smoothing out creases. He looks down on his apron and smiles to himself. He removes it and re-ties the bow to his right. Once he looks presentable enough, he rushes into the backroom to quickly patch himself up and tries to wash off or cover the other telling signs of his debauchery.

He merrily skips his way to the service floor, as if nothing has happened. He performs for the audience gathered around him with his lyre and singing.

When the Wine Master stirs awake and sees him performing near him, he flashes him a bright smile. The deadpan stare he receives in turn only makes him put in a little more energy and effort into his performance, hoping it would ruffle his feathers, if only just a little.

One cannot simply order around the god of freedom, and expect him to obediently follow along. A small reminder should be enough.

The bard keeps a watchful eye on the tavern owner, who takes interest in surveying his surroundings. He takes a look at the direction the redhead has paused.

Three bound men are successfully drinking from their wooden mugs by using only their mouths.

Venti sees the Wine Master squint, and wrinkle his nose (most likely seeing Xiao's point in having swine as customers).

He'll have to take out the trash after this performance. He focuses back on the crowd cheering for him.

The little devil of Angel's Share knows where his audience's eyes are focused on, and he can't can't feel a little smug about that.

— —

Wangshu Inn was a convenient place for Xiao. It served as a place to take shelter when he is severely injured. It was where he could receive information regarding the goings-on in Liyue. It served as an excellent viewing area to keep watch over the Marsh and its adjacencies.

These days, the Yaksha has come to consider it to be a 'home'—a place of comfort, a place where he and Venti could stay idle or indulge in the luxury of sleep safely, a place where he has found a 'family'. (These are all Venti's words; he is merely agreeing to it.)

Heeding Venti's words, he decides it best to rest for the night. He cleans himself, removes all his adornments and battle gear. He lays onto the bed, curling to a side, and even dares to close his eyes.

He gives it a few minutes before he sits up and puts all the adornments, all the battle gear back in place on his person.

He feels overwhelmingly restless.

The bed is too cold and empty. His mind races to the point of confusion. He uselessly searches for the smell of Cecilias.

There is little to no comfort to be found here.

Xiao sighs, and opens his drawer. He takes out the photographs the Traveler had given him earlier. With eyes glued onto them, he sits by the edge of his bed. A finger would find itself trying to pet the Anemo Sprite shown in one photo. When he switches to the next, his thumb would unthinkingly try to caress photo-Venti's cheek.

She is right, they do help. They ease the restlessness for a moment.

But they're not enough.

He stands up and places the photographs back inside his drawer.

This is nonsensical, utterly foolish, yet he does it anyway.

"Let the heart decide."

"Just do it. Reach out and grab it with your own two bare hands—tackle it to the ground if you have to."

Hardly wise words, but they do come from a good place.

With a deep breath, he teleports himself back to Mondstadt City—just behind that tavern he just left. He knows better than to enter the establishment uninvited, and so he doesn't.

It is for the best.

The Adeptus starts by walking along the streets, the alleyways, through the gaps in between houses (careful not to knock down planters or any of the miscellany scattered on the ground). With so many benches provided, he sits on one every time he finds himself in a different boulevard or a different alley, observing the items laid out and imagining what sort of morning routine the residents would practice.

Some of the strays come to greet him almost immediately. The dog by a general goods shop happily yaps and jumps around him in circles. The cats, busy with their gatherings, would stop their meeting to look in his direction, watching intently until he was out of sight.

When the Yaksha has had enough of the ground, he scales a wall of a house—surprised at how much life thrives there with flowering vines and mushrooms growing at odd corners here and there—and jumps right up the roof.

He closes his eyes when he feels a gentle breeze pass by. It is refreshing.

He could feel the slowly uneasiness whittle away as he takes this unfamiliar city that Venti takes so much pride in. His thoughts have begun to slow down as well.

Xiao eventually reaches the main boulevard. Vibrant turquoise carpets, one on each side, stretch across from one end to the other. Flower wreaths adorn each light post along the way. There are even flower arrangements in the middle of each landing—a small pine tree dotted with orange pinwheels, surrounded by potted flowering plants. Setting his gaze a little higher, he could make out flower garlands of varying sizes and color connecting one house to another.

He walks by in awe, and thinks that this display would be more stunning when viewed at day time.

The Adeptus reaches the fountain and sees it decorated with blue roses and aqua shrubs. The pine trees on both the upper and lower levels all have those orange pinwheels on them too.

Excessive and extravagant these decorations may be, he cannot feel the disappointment he initially had upon hearing it from the travelling duo.

Xiao feels that it is just right. He could see in the details how much care and attention is given to each decoration piece. The exuberance that the whole ensemble brings is one that their Archon would appreciate to the fullest.

He could easily imagine Venti frolicking these streets, cider in hand, song on his lips.

Yes, this is the people's expression of love and gratitude to their god—to Venti.

His heart swells at the thought that Venti's love for his people is reciprocated—that these people are treating his treasure right.

Is… is this what Venti means by sentiment?

Xiao looks further up and does not see the inky darkness of the sky.

It is blocked by… a statue? His eyes widen, and his mouth parts. Unintelligible sounds start pouring out.

How come he has not noticed it before?

There, framed in between two large buildings, is an enormous statue with a remarkable resemblance to the Lord Barbatos's Statue of the Seven that dot the landscapes of Mondstadt. [38]

Xiao remembers Venti describing the city to him, telling him of his big statue. He never truly understood its enormity until that moment.

His feet move on their own.

The stairways leading to that statue are confusing. They twist and turn, leading him astray with their maze-like path. He doesn't care much for propriety at this point, so he simply climbs walls and buildings alike, jumping and gliding whenever needed until he reaches his destination.

The Barbatos Statue stands proudly in the middle of the plaza, in front of a large building. Its name escapes the Adeptus' mind.

With the statue's hands outstretched to shower blessings from above, it looks so inviting, welcoming—just as how the City of Freedom ought to be.

Xiao takes a look around. Similar flower decorations from the fountain in the middle of the city market, adorn the vicinity of the statue. Right at the statue's feet is an altar where various flower offerings lay. Dandelions and Wind Wheel Aster dominate in numbers. A few Cecilias could be seen (do the people know not of their Archon's favourite flower?), and a few outliers have made it into the offering box, such as a Sweet Flower, two Wolfhook berries and a sprig of Small Lampgrass.

He looks up to the statue. It bears a striking resemblance to a certain bard clad in green. It is a wonder how the people here are quick to dismiss his slips of tongue.

Once again, Xiao finds himself at the mercy of his feet, leading him to the tail end of one long piece of cloth.

Barbatos and Venti are one and the same. Yet the expression set on the statue is one that he very seldom sees grace the bard's features.

A dust of pink sprinkles on his cheek, as he realizes that has come face-to-face with the Barbatos statue. Making the mistake of looking down, he is met with the circular piece which used to encase the Anemo Archon's Gnosis… and a sliver of skin peeking out from the statue's robes.

Lord Barbatos's chest is on display.

He feels faint, especially upon realizing he almost grabbed onto it for support in his climb earlier.

He closes his eyes and calms his breathing. When he opens his eyes once more, the same expression greets him.

He reaches out to it, his fingers tentatively gliding down as he [caresses] touches a cheek.

It is cold. Rightly so, for an item made of stone.

The artisans may have captured his features accurately, from the spread of his bangs, right down to the tips of his eyelashes, but they should know better than to set such a serious expression on Lord Barbatos's face.

Solemnity does not suit the god of freedom as much as child-like playfulness does. Then again, he should not be too critical. Only a few have been privy of this knowledge after all.

The Adeptus turns to look at the other side. The statue's outstretched hands beckons him. He takes a step forward, but shakes his head and turns right back around. It is too exposed to the weather. It is unwise to always be at the mercy of the elements.

His eyes spot another nook calling to him.

There is an empty space by the statue's hood. The rain (if it decides to pour suddenly) will not bother him too much there. He sits on the base of the hood and rests his back against the statue's neck. His feet touch the braids.

It is comfortable here.

Sitting here is similar to how a bird finds a branch to perch on after a long, tiring flight across the skies. To sit on one's shoulder… His mind supplies him with an accurate comparison, a memory from their walk from Wolvendom to Stone Gate, making him chuckle.

Xiao's eyes sweep across the view before him. The lands Barbatos had prepared for his people are fertile and forgiving—its slopes are gentle and stretches wide with greenery all around. There is no place in Mondstadt that the wind cannot reach.

To his right, he sees a steep, frost-crusted mountain. At its peak, a cross-shaped light looks right at home against the stars. Its bleakness and gloom is a stark contrast to the idyllic and verdant landscapes that encompass most of the nation. He finds it a curious sight seeing as it is as though this mountain is the only place in which the Archon Barbatos' blessings did not reach.

He'll ask Venti about it one time.

A breeze passes by, ruffling his hair.

Is this what Venti sees while riding on his shoulder—a magnificent view? Is this how he feels, light and at peace?

Peace, a notion he thought he would grasp. Yet, he could easily find it here at this very moment.

His eyelids flutter half-close without his permission. The warm lights from the houses below him grow blurry, and encourages him to close them fully. The night air envelops him in a soothing embrace.

His eyes fly open at a jolt of pain when his shoulder makes contact with the cold statue. He shakes his head and claps his hands over his cheeks to wake himself up.

This is not the demeanor the Vigilant Yaksha should have.

He sits upright and straightens his back.

Straightening up left space for air to flow to his back, making contact with the wounds there and making his face heat up. Venti left marks on his shoulder and his back, just as he left his on Venti's neck.

Venti… that disgraceful former Archon. His disgracefulness is truly rubbing off on him. He would never welcome the idea of idling around before, and yet he does so now at the behest—no, the request—of the bard.

"Resting is not a sign of weakness. It's all part of one's fitness. So let me stand watch for you. Take it as a token of my love for you."

"But, I do insist on taking advantage of the calmness of the night, and have a good night's rest."

The fiendish little thing is teaching him of his indolent and tumultuous ways… Even worse, that idiot has taken up residence in his mind ever since he left. No, this is not a very recent development. It started further back.

It started when he peered into those clear, shimmering aqua pools back at Wangshu Inn a little less than a year ago.

The bard's absence made him 'absent', as his fellow Adepti would put it, and his presence made him impulsive and easily provoked.

Proof of which can be discerned from his conduct in the tavern earlier.

This… this isn't like him. This is not in line with the decorum expected of an Illuminated Beast.

He sighs, raising one knee up for him to rest his forearms and head on.

Trouble is not meant to be sought after—it is to be nipped at the bud, not to be sown by one's own hands.

The Xiao from a year ago would have left, or would not have come at all, foreseeing the nonsense that will follow. And if he did, the Xiao from a year ago would have handled the situation with much more indifference and efficiency (in meting out punishment). The Xiao from a year ago would never entertain a good-for-nothing imp's attempts at mischief.

And yet, he heeded Venti's call. In the same manner as a sailor drawn to a siren's serenade. He indulged Venti's playfulness. In the same manner as one would provide kindling to a growing fire.

He changed. He is changing, still.

He is aware of that.

It is simply hard to comprehend… the rate the changes are taking place, and the amount of it he is allowing.

Change is one of the constants in the ebb and flow of time. For beings with indefinitely long histories and awaiting futures,—such as the Adepti—they witness change in the rise and decline of civilizations, in the presence and absences of threats, in nature as it is molded by the hands of both god and man.

It takes centuries, or decades, at the very least, for these changes to reflect society and nature.

He is—was—an observer of change. It is not uncommon for a mere observer to be untouched by it. That is how he had been for the past millennia. Adeptus Xiao's task is to eradicate evil, to slay monsters and continuously purge the never-ending rot.

Even with the passing of his Master, the God of Geo, he conscientiously upholds his contract tirelessly. He would gladly do so until he takes his last breath.

Which begs the question: how could an Adeptus, who has remained immutable for centuries, change so much in a span of a year?

The exhaustion catches up to him once more. Along with it comes a dull ache at the back of his skull.

The answers are getting further and further away.

He leans his head back to the surface of the hood and lets it fall to the side of the statue's neck. The cool surface soothes it some.

He relents to his body's limits. There is no use denying it. He is exhausted.

Thoughts begin to fade, his musings trail off. A haze settles over his mind, just as it does over his eyes. His eyelids droop yet never really close shut. He could feel his body going lax.

It is ridiculous how he could find warmth sitting atop a statue made of stone when he could find none on the soft bed back in his room in Wangshu Inn.

He lets out a very exasperated but fond huff.

But isn't that expected? Very little sense comes from being involved with the bard… his bard.

His mind uses the last of its energy to conjure a memory where his treasure glows bright before him, an ethereal sight.

Little or pure nonsense it may be, it doesn't matter. He knows Venti will be there by his side to guide him through it.

And, he wouldn't have it any other way.

— —

The tavern is closed.

The lights inside and out are turned off, and its tables have been wiped clean. The kitchen is in order, and the trash has been properly taken out.

Venti bid farewell to his co-workers without receiving one himself. He would've apologized properly if they weren't so keen on leaving the moment the clock's hands pointed to the end of working hours.

He goes up to his room with the intention of singing to his beloved before calling it a night, plopping onto his bed.

Sevens, what a night it was! He doesn't know if he was recharged or drained after all that had happened. A hand goes up to his neck, only then remembering that he covered it up earlier that evening when he feels the roughness of the gauze with his finger tips.

As he brings up his lyre to his lap, he hears the window shutters rattle. He pauses and a minute later, they rattle again.

The Wind seems to be excited about something. He comes close to an open window, and he feels wisps surround him, urging him to go outside. He isn't particularly pleased with performing inside his room anyway, so he decides to follow it.

The bard stands up and lets Der Frühling hang on his hip as a fake Vision. He looks out of the window to see if the coast is clear. He jumps out of the window and lands onto the cobbled stone street, narrowly missing the table sets on the ground floor.

A wisp touches his cheek, in silent request to look in its direction. He spots the vines growing on the tavern wall pointing northward. He sets off to the direction it points and encounters a tree. The rustling of its leaves accompanied by the squeaking sound of a store's hanging signpost tell him to go to the fountain.

Venti giggles when the Wind gently urges him to jump up to higher ground instead of leading him to the stairs.

It knows how its Master dislikes unnecessary physical exertion.

It does take long for the former Anemo Archon to guess where his little helper is leading him to. He thinks that it is the perfect spot for the night's final performance.

So far, he has been lucky not bumping into the Knights patrolling the city (save for Huffman who just reminds him not to take too long in his nightly stroll). In order not to arouse much suspicion, he resorts to using the stairway going up to the plaza. He crouches low as he reaches the last few steps before the landing.

The bard's eyes lock onto the stairs leading to the front door of the cathedral. Aramis is nowhere in sight. He sneaks over to one of the arches and spots Otto turning over a corner as he makes his infrequent patrolling over the perimeter of the cathedral [39].

Seeing that the coast is clear, he heads over to the front of the statue.

"Thank you, my dear," the god of Anemo says with great affection, offering a smile to his little helper.

The Wind swishes past him, almost blowing away his beret, in an attempt to ruffle his hair.

"Oh, geez, careful with that!" He complains while giggling.

Venti turns back to his main objective, and summons a current of Anemo. He lets his real wings manifest on his back. No harm in setting them free once in a while.

His destination was the statue's hands, but he changes course when he sees a figure by the statue's neck. He hovers close and his eyes widen upon recognition. A sly smile plays on his lips.

No wonder the Wind was urging him to go out.

•• ••

"That's not very Vigilant of you, O great Adeptus Xiao, my Golden-winged king."

For a second, Barbatos comes across clearly to Xiao's sight—his eyes and the tips of his hair glowing bright aqua, his magnificent white wings spread out in an impeccable display, the gold rings on them gleaming with a lustre that cannot be compared to the purest form of it that Liyue has to offer.

"Lord Barbatos…"

"Stupid Yaksha, I thought we were over this stage."

The Anemo Archon… pouts at him. He angles his head to gaze up at the figure before him, and blinks slowly. Strange, shouldn't a god act with more… finesse? Why does he speak so immaturely?

He studies the god before him in his confusion.

Did he make an offense towards Lord Barbatos? Why is his attire that of a mortal's? Why is he smiling at him so fondly?

Lord Barbatos chooses to sit beside him. The wings on the god's back disappear as he lands, and he intently squeezes himself in what little space is in between him and the statue's braid.

Xiao does not make a fuss even as Archon drapes himself all over his chest.

Strange... and yet familiar at the same time. His eyelids droop as the Anemo Archon's head soothingly rubs against his chest.

It takes a while, but the feeling of a real, tangible weight settling on his chest rouses Xiao from his drowsy haze.

With now-seeing eyes, he looks down and sees a white and green cap covering fluffy midnight blue locks, a Cecilia attached to one side.

"Ah… Venti?" Xiao's voice comes out rough.

"Fully awake now, Mr. Supposedly-Vigilant Guardian-of-Liyue?" Bright eyes full of mirth greet him.

Xiao's features scrunches up at the slapdash butchering of his titles. His lips part to air a complaint, but the words remain stuck in his throat. He closes his mouth and turns his head with a click of a tongue. Venti's giggles ring unpleasantly in his ears.

He has no right to complain when he is caught red handed dozing off on the god of freedom's statue by the said god himself.

"Yes."

"Hmmm, we'll see about that." Venti reaches out to carefully remove something from the corner of his eye and flicks it away. "I could still see a bit of sand in the corners of your eyes."

The bard withdraws and sits himself upright, allowing Xiao to study him.

Venti seems to have not changed from his 'uniform'. It makes him wonder if the bard came here right after his work. Seeing him in this outfit under the light of the tavern's lamps and seeing him under the light of the ever-watchful moon are two distinct experiences for the Adeptus. The tavern lights make Venti's liveliness and playfulness shine, mesmerizing anyone who lays their eyes on him, but under the moonlight… he looks enthralling.

The moonlight brought out the lustre in those midnight blue locks, the brightness in those jewel-like eyes, and the glow of his porcelain-like skin (or what little of it that could be glimpsed, especially with that piece of cloth getting in the way).

He is blessed to experience both. He cannot take his eyes off this treasure—his treasure.

'His', Venti is his.

To use the term freely... is a thought—a reality—that he could barely wrap his head around.

He watches as the bard places both of his hands on the edge of the makeshift seat and lets his feet dangle and swing in the air. His treasure looks around, surveying their surroundings with child-like wonder, as though it is his first time sitting here.

He raises an eyebrow when his bard scratches his head, mumbling about how the statue's hood and jaw are obstructing the view. He could feel the warmth from Venti's clumsy embrace slowly dissipate, and yet, it is replaced by a different warmth that comes from within. The chill of the early morning air could do nothing to him.

Differences in temperature had never bothered the Adeptus before.

Whether it is from his innate ability to withstand harsher temperatures than an average human's limits, or his highly developed pain tolerance is debatable.

One thing is sure: now he has Venti to blame for developing a preference for gentle, enveloping warmth.

It's always like this when his bard is around; he gains awareness of the things he has never given the time of day—about his surroundings and about himself.

Xiao's eyes widen for a second when he feels a tug on his sleeve. When he turns to his bard, the other looks ready to complain about something. The bard's brows are knit together and a pout is in place. He prepares himself for the whining that is to come, and becomes confused when it doesn't, moreso when a sly smile replaces the pout, and half-lidded eyes taunt him as the other twists his body to properly face him.

"Oh, looking for this?" Venti inquires knowingly as he gently peels the gauze from his neck, revealing Xiao's bite mark.

Xiao grows flustered, his cheeks burning up like a furnace. How did Venti know he finds that little piece of cloth a nuisance? His gremlin looks pleased with the clear show of embarrassment spread across his face.

"I just covered it to appease the people at the tavern. Silly Xiao, it won't disappear so quickly; there's no need for concern!"

Venti puts the gauze away and sighs, smiling in content as Xiao eased when it was gone from view.

"I wasn't worried," Xiao says as he regains his composure, only to lose it again shortly after glimpsing the mark again.

How reprehensible.

Pride, and a hint of greed, wells up within him upon seeing his mark tainting Venti's skin, as though he had created a masterpiece. What a foolish—

"Go, take a look." The bard's smile only encourages him, telling him that whatever he's thinking is true: Yes, it is a work of art, a masterpiece.

He gives in and indulges himself.

Venti makes it so easy for him to let go of his reins.

He critically examines its spread, noting how deep the reds are and how the pinks peppering the area compliment it. The sight makes his lips curl upwards.

But looking isn't enough.

His fingers tentatively touch a spot, unmoving while patiently waiting for a response.

"It's fine!" Venti whines when he stays too long on that spot. The Yaksha nods and gently probes around the mark. "Good, then, I'm sure you'll be happy to know that it did wonders as a pest repellant, even when it's all dressed up."

The probing comes to a halt, and the beginnings of a frown tugs at the Adeptus' lips.

"Please stop referring to it as a 'pest repellant'." Xiao withdraws his hand as he makes a sound of discomfort.

"Your words, not mine." Venti shrugs exaggeratedly with his eyes closed. Xiao catches one of them open slightly to take a peek at his reaction.

No, those were not his exact words; Venti coined it as such. Xiao sighs, knowing fully what it is that the bard is trying to coax out of him.

He concedes.

"I'm sorry for purposefully making you angry," Xiao says with a tinge of remorse before crossing his arms with a huff. "I simply don't understand why you think there is a need to hold back for my sake."

"You talk big for someone who had suffered from a panic attack."

He flinches. He may have struck a nerve for the bard to react this way.

Xiao turns his head away, and his right hand starts pinching and pulling at his left elbow. His thoughts are picking up speed again.

A gasp is drawn out from him when Venti's cold hands suddenly cup his cheeks, making him turn his attention back to the bard. Venti gives his cheeks a hard squeeze.

Fierce aqua eyes stare deeply into his. They burned with a resolve that he couldn't place. Eyebrows were drawn together, but not in anger. Xiao couldn't look away nor could he find the will to struggle out of the bard's grasp.

"No, Alatus, you are not going to beat yourself about this, especially not on my watch. I won't allow it," the former Archon whispers, shaking his head.

The Adeptus could sense the pain behind the wall of determination. He knows Venti hates commanding someone, and would never do so, if he could help it. A pang of guilt grips him, knowing that he has pushed the bard to resort to these measures. Venti lets him go, only to engulf him in a bone-breaking embrace.

"That episode doesn't make you, in any way, weak, understand? It's my fault that I plunged you into that kind of distressing situation."

Xiao remains still, at a loss for words. The pang becomes a stab. Had he not been clear earlier? Why hasn't he forgiven himself after apologizing so much? After he heard Xiao's response?

He hears the bard grit his teeth in what he could only assume to be frustration. Venti's hold on him only grows tighter, more protective.

"I know you can take it. and I meant it when I said that you are amazing and that I'm proud of you," Venti continues as one of his hands reaches up to caress the Adeptus' head. "I'm really, really sorry about tonight. You don't have to forgive me immediately, just—"

"I understand, so quit it. Stop apologizing already." Xiao withdraws from the embraces and places both of his hands on the bard's shoulders. "I've heard enough, and I don't need more time. I've forgiven you already."

Venti blinks owlishly, mouth hanging agape, very much like that catfish Xiao tells him not to emulate.

"You can't be serious!" He forcibly shrugs off and swats away Xiao's hands. "Just like that?"

Xiao peers deep into shining aqua jewels, and he cannot pin down the emotions present there. They whisper guidance in that language he cannot grasp.

He'll have to rely on instinct once more.

"Yes, just like that." The Adeptus remains firm on his word. He is merely matching the bard's resolve from earlier.

"But—"

"I will use your own words right back at you: 'you don't need to beat yourself about it'."

•• ••

Venti wants to cry. So, so badly.

His voice wavers. "Emotions are messy, huh?"

He hates how they make him look and feel so pathetic.

"They are," Xiao agrees, softening, as he takes Venti's hands in his own, raising them up to place kisses on his knuckles.

Tears begin to wall over his eyes, making him glassy-eyed. It grew hard to see, but he won't let them break down and escape. Xiao wouldn't like that, and there is no need to embarrass himself anymore than this. He was supposed to be that wise, strong, reliable teacher of emotions here, damn it!

He tries to smile. He bets it came out ugly; Xiao wouldn't be stifling his laughter otherwise.

"What are you snickering at?"

"Nothing."

"'Nothing', he says." The bard rolls his eyes, slamming flat part of his arms against Xiao's and resting his head on the other's shoulder. "Well whatever. Since I'm also as magnanimous as this Illuminated Beast, apology accepted."

The statement has light, carefree chuckles rolling out from Xiao's mouth. It's music to Venti's ears. A proper smile is now spread across his lips.

After his bout of laughter, Xiao leans his head against Venti's. He fishes out one of the bard's hands and intertwines it in his gloved ones, giving it a squeeze.

"I'm fine now, geez! I'm the one who's supposed to ask you about that!" the bard exclaims in exasperation. Really, Xiao needs to learn to worry about himself more. "You accuse me of overthinking, yet you're a worrywart yourself."

"It can't be helped. I cannot begin to fathom what goes on in that head of yours."

Venti lifts his head, surprised. He wants to protest. He considers the Adeptus to be an expert on the matters of his mind. Alright, that may be an exaggeration, but he cannot discount the fact that Xiao can accurately discern when he is troubled, and its possible causes. He concedes with a sigh.

"Fair enough. Neither of us are mind readers after all."

Feeling a little stubborn, the bard leaves out the 'thank you for always keeping me in mind' that is supposed to follow it. Xiao does not use words to reply; the small smile and the gentle warmth found in his beloved's gold eyes are enough to tell him that he is right. He lays his head back down, closing his eyes as they share whatever little warmth they have between them. He lazily hums parts of the flute piece he performed earlier—the ones Xiao might have missed as he took care of the trash in his stead.

"I honestly didn't think you would be so into the idea of marking before…" Venti giggles as he moves away to sit himself upright. The action makes Xiao jolt at the slight loss of balance, sharpening his senses more than a few seconds ago. He leans closer to the Adeptus' face. "But you sure surprised me the first time."

"First time?" Xiao's brows furrow a tiny bit. "Isn't tonight… the first time?"

Venti's brows furrow lightly too before they ease as his eyes widen in realization. He bites his lips, stifling the laughter growing from within.

They are evenly matched. His beloved is also quite the airhead.

"You must have been so into it to the point of oblivion!" Venti could not contain his laughter upon seeing how his words dragged the serious Adeptus down further into confusion.

He laughs so hard, it makes his body swing to and fro. The momentum has him leaning a little too far off the edge and falls off, head first.

Not even a meter in, he transforms into his humblest form and surges right up. He could hear Xiaos's scrambling in order to peer over the edge.

"Oopsie! That was a close one, wasn't it?"

Venti descends into the Adeptus' line of sight. The poor dear is as white as a sheet. He does a little loop in the air to show that he's perfectly fine. "Hey, hey, no need to look so frightened!"

Xiao breathes out a sigh with his back hitting against the statue's hood. His gloved hand covers his eyes. His hands are still shaking.

"Don't be mad! I'll be more careful next time!" The Sprite flits towards Xiao's face. The Yaksha moves his hand away for a second to give the Sprite a glare.

"You always say that."

"Ehe~" Venti settles on top of his beloved's chest once more. Xiao doesn't swat him away, not having the energy to resist at the moment. And so, the Anemo Sprite makes himself at home there, fussing about to his liking. The big obsidian pendant Xiao has isn't the most comfortable of seats on its own. He'll have to do something about that.

The Sprite gets to work, his little feet jump and pad over here and there, right across his beloved's broad chest. It doesn't take long for him to feel a curious gaze on him. It isn't surprising, given that he treated the space like a playground.

The work is simple, he fashions the nearby tassels into a cushion of sorts right smack in the center.

After the final fussing, Venti looks up with upward crescents at ever-watchful gold eyes. He tries to keep down his squealing when Xiao reaches out to pat his little head for a job well done. He delights in the knowledge that the Adeptus knows exactly what he needs and wants when he needs and wants it.

Then again, it could be this form that he had taken that makes Xiao more forgiving and doting of him. Not that he minds. It's a boon, for sure.

"So where were we?" Sprite Venti asks as he plops onto his makeshift seat. "Right, right, I was telling you about the first time. Before I came back here to Mondstadt, you left a mark on my neck."

"That's—when? How?"

White eyes watch with great interest as a flush appears on Xiao's neck. The Yaksha's eyes are still trained on him.

Xiao's sputtering is cute. It's fuelling his penchant for mischief. Just how far can he take it?

"Come now, Xiao, what do you mean by 'when' and 'how'? Do you not remember the last time you and I had sex? That's rather insulting, but if I must jog your memory a bit, it was—"

Xiao's patience snapped with a click of the tongue. The Yaksha attempts to grab a hold of the Sprite.

No worries, he is quick on his feet, after all. He just has to make sure not to talk while dodging, lest he slows himself down.

Venti's beady eyes observe as the flush creeps higher and higher from Xiao's neck as he speaks.

"Okay, I get it. It was back then. I don't need the crude details."

The beautiful shade of pink has made it up to his beloved's cheeks. Yup, he can just keep rolling with it as long as he isn't caught.

"A shame, I wouldn't mind providing a word-for-word playback of our shared intimacy if you really did forget." He pauses, then continues salaciously. "You were rather ravenous that night, yet still very gentle."

"Venti," Xiao grits out his name in warning as he finally catches the Sprite and brings him closer to his face.

The mischievous Sprite delights in having a front row seat of the moment the pink flush on his beloved's cheeks surges straight right up to his ears.

"Sheesh, lighten up! I was merely joking!" He scoffs. "Did you seriously think I'd do that in front of my own church?"

A scandalized gasp follows, and Venti would've covered his mouth with a dainty hand if he were in human form.

"What would the sisters say?! They'll lose their faith in me if they knew that their Lord Barbatos—"

"Shut it."

Long-suffering is painted across Xiao's face, and Venti winces at the sight, knowing exactly how that look came into being. He might've taken it a smidge too far.

For Xiao, Venti's Sprite form is very inconvenient. The 'conventional methods' of shutting him up are not at his disposal, There is no visible mouth he could silence with his hand [(or mouth, which Venti very much prefers)]. There is no visible cheek to pinch. There is not enough surface area to land a perfectly good hand chop. The best the Yaksha could do is flick the top of what he presumes to be his head and shake him up and down until he's disoriented (but not too much, Xiao knows better than to make him sick; there are consequences).

So the Adeptus does just that.

Quick as lightning, in a motion that Venti does not anticipate, he is snatched out of the air, shaken until properly dizzy then put back on Xiao's chest. He totters in a circle until he collapses. It takes a minute for him to twitch back to life and attempt to sit down.

Venti the Sprite manages and shakes his head to regain his senses.

"I deserved that," Venti declares, outstretching his wing. "Overdid it with the theatrics too."

"Good," says the Adeptus with a huff, keeping his wary eyes on him.

"Now, back to what I was saying, it was small—barely an inch below my dress shirt's collar." The Sprite brightly continues his little story. If he were in human form, he would've pointed exactly where it lay before it healed. "Forgot it was even there until the Wine Master pointed it out."

Xiao has his head turned away from him by now, eyes sneaking to his direction every few seconds. His mouth is pressed into a thin line. The flush is back, and it came back with a vengeance.

Xiao looks so pretty doused in red.

If the little Sprite sounds and looks very smug while sitting obediently on the Adeptus' chest, then that's because he most certainly is. The lack of facial features in this form allows him to keep the level of smugness to an all time high, while effectively hiding the flailing currently happening at the back of his mind.

Venti has embarrassed himself too many times to count in front of the Adeptus.

This night alone far exceeds the usual count.

But, at the same time, it is only fair to let the other know how this mess of a night all came to be. Even if he just realized it himself just now. Even if it's mortifying.

Venti the Sprite takes a deep breath, drawing Xiao's attention.

"Now, promise me that you won't laugh." Sprite does his best to keep his voice steady. He pauses, giving Xiao some time to calm himself and reply to his request.

The Adeptus clears his throat and assures the him that he won't. The flush all over him has died down at this point.

"I think that the tiny mark from back then…" He pauses and his white eyes look over at the blue flowers at the foot of the statue. He couldn't keep them on Xiao; the nerves are getting to him. "It left a huge impression on me… enough to spurn me into recklessness."

The Sprite turns his attention back to the Adeptus, who remains neutral but comfortingly quiet. That stoic look feels encouraging somehow.

"I wanted to see it again... your mark… on me," Venti continues, his voice growing quieter and more intimate, sheepish by the last two words. If he were in his human form, he would be touching the spot. "Symbolizing that I am yours."

He sees that Xiao's expression hasn't changed. It takes a few seconds for the words he spoke to register, making Xiao close his eyes.

A moment passes, bewildered silence blanketing their little nook.

Venti the Sprite self-combusts, or something close to it. He could see himself turning into a fireball with how bright he is glowing, for Celestia's sake!

Venti wants to be swept away by the wind, blown to a faraway place, never to be seen again.

"Yes, yes, you're not the only one learning tonight!" Venti makes a strangled noise as he aggressively swooshes around. "I'm such a disgrace!"

The Sprite erratically darts from place to place as his mind races. Wasn't he a poetry instructor? There wasn't anything poetic or the slightest bit of elegance in that confession! Shouldn't he—

Xiao's voice cracks upon the first syllable, making the Sprite stop in his tracks and open his eyes.

"I-I'm…"

Oh, Xiao took some time to process the confession, huh? The Adeptus' face and ears are all Jueyun Chili red. Venti thinks he could see the spirals in Xiao's eyes if he looks hard enough.

"...truly honored tha-that—Don't say—"

The Sprite calms some and flits towards the stuttering Yaksha, but not too close. He knows Xiao needs his breathing room. He won't lie; seeing Xiao this flustered has him truly flattered. It's getting to his head, even though he knows he shouldn't.

"One thought at a time, my darling Yaksha. You can do it."

No, the Yaksha cannot.

Xiao sputters some more incoherent noises before giving up on speech, falling silent while covering his face with both of his forearms.

Venti waits.

One minute… Two minutes… Nothing. Not a twitch, not a sound.

"Xiao?" Venti calls, approaching with utmost care. "Hey, Xiao, are you okay?"

The Adeptus does not utter a word, but his shoulders visibly relax. His face remains covered by his raised arms.

The Sprite fusses all over him, trying to find a crack he could peer into. He doesn't find any, so he flits to the closest patch of skin (somewhere on the arms) and nuzzles it. When Xiao doesn't respond, he goes back to sitting on the Yaksha's chest to wait it out.

Honestly, Venti would find his precious Yaksha's reaction cute, if only it isn't as worrying as it is.

With the rush of events fading out, and the exhaustion catching up to him, the Sprite's eyes slowly began to droop. His balance isn't all that great anymore, wobbling all the while.

Venti's fly wide open at the sound of Xiao yawning. It is hardly the most alarming of sounds, but he has only seen and heard this particular Adeptus yawn once (this counts as the second time). He is quick to rise and zip close to the other's face.

"Sooo?" he begins when Xiao uncovers his face, looking as stoic as ever. "Do you still think it wise to refuse a bed when it is offered to you?"

"What?"

Did Xiao really have to ask? The Adeptus should just be grateful he's being let off so easily with a topic change!

Besides, this matter is important too.

Venti's eyes turn into upward crescents once more, sweetness oozing out of him, hanging heavy in the air. He can see the hair stand on the back of Xiao's neck. Rightly so, as the Sprite has every intention of talking some sense into this overworked Adeptus.

"Xiao, my darling knight, you are exhausted. You have reached your mind and body's limit, or however you wish to call it. You need to rest, and I very much prefer you sleep—get some shut eye."

It's this topic again, the one that Venti knows Xiao dislikes so much. The furrowing of the Yaksha's brows and the way he opens his mouth to retort, tells him that much. Of course he won't give him room for any such childish retorts.

"And before you talk about how I'm coddling you or how I'm disrespecting 'the ways of the Adepti', look at your old man."

The Adeptus rolls his eyes, crossing his arms and straightening up as he does so.

"He's the 'Prime of the Adepti', is he not? Learn from his example." Venti ignores the eye roll sent his way, and floats closer to Xiao's eyes. "He abides by a strict sleep schedule. By ten in the evening, on the dot, he's out like a light. It's all self-imposed, mind you."

"Zhongli… he is enjoying a well-deserved retirement in the guise of a mortal. It is only to be expected that he rests as much as you claim he does."

Venti blinks in surprise. Did he hear that right? Xiao just used the old dragon's human name… with no honoriffics to boot! There isn't a 'my Lord', 'my Master', or 'my Liege' attached as well.

The Sprite considers the Yaksha for a moment. There was a tinge of hesitation at first, but it is completely gone now. Xiao looks calm and at ease, save for the annoyance directed at him.

…

…

Ah, didn't those two have a talk the other day? Something in his mind clicks.

So, that's where the hint of hostility from the sudden question from last week came from! Awww, the old blockhead's finally taking up the mantle of being Xiao's father figure. Took the old coot long enough! He softens at the thought that they're finally working on that father-son relationship.

Ah, no good. He shakes his tiny head furiously, willing himself to focus. He's getting off-track.

"Mortal guise or not, the point is, your old man's most likely snoring away in the arms of his lover as we speak. And you could very well be doing just the same if your head isn't as hard as teak!"

•• ••

Xiao clicks his tongue at the mention of 'his lover', but otherwise keeps his silence as he places his attention elsewhere. It annoys him how Venti is not the slightest bit apologetic for coddling him, even after he tells him not to.

He understands why he is being scolded. He is being difficult. Even he recognizes the fact that he truly had been pushing himself tonight. Old habits die hard.

Venti catching onto that would naturally lead to a scolding.

[(If he were honest with himself, he'd say he was looking forward to it, both the scolding and the subtle offer.)]

"I know you take pride in your 'Vigilant Yaksha' title... and that I tease you when you don't uphold it every so often, but I wish you would listen to your body more."

"That is not the issue," Xiao says plainly before switching to a more petulant tone. "And you speak as if I don't rest."

Venti scoffs at him, his head following the motion of his eyes.

"Ah yes, your concept of 'rest' is cleaning that polearm of yours and watching over the Marsh and Guili Plains from the Inn's roofs."

"A-as I've said, that is not the issue."

"Yes, you're right, that isn't the issue."

The Adeptus leans back against the cold surface of the statue as the Sprite crowds him. A trickle of sweat slides down his temple. It is impressive how Venti is able to pose himself as intimidating in this form.

"Your refusal to rest right now, when you need it the most, is the issue."

Xiao averts his eyes. He cannot deny it, for it is the truth. He still mumbles about how Venti isn't asleep right now when he, too, needs to rest (with full knowledge that with Venti's temperament, he will receive comeuppance for it).

The Adeptus gets two headbutts on the forehead for his act of defiance.

"I was going to go to sleep after I've sung to you, as I do every night, you idiot Yaksha! And when I come up here, what do I see? You, sleeping atop my statue—of all places!—when it's freezing out. That is no way to rest."

His little one starts heaving, bobbing up and down, after his outburst. White dots for eyes widen, and the Sprite quickly turns around, fleeing about halfway towards the outstretched arms. His own arms stretch out in an attempt to catch the fleeing Sprite, but they are not fast enough.

When his little one stops, he deflates on the spot—shoulders sagging as he takes calming breaths and visibly collects himself.

"Venti," he calls out to him. "It's okay. You did nothing wrong."

The Sprite does not respond; he doesn't even take a peek in his direction. Xiao withdraws his hand and clenches it.

He knows better than to assume that Venti is ignoring him. Quite the opposite; he knows that Venti's thoughts circle around him, and that Venti is lost in them.

He closes his eyes with a sigh, contemplating his actions. He should have not acted so childishly. Venti is simply concerned for his well being, even if he is not as fragile as humans are. The bard's expressions of concern could become overbearing at times, but he should not view it negatively or repay it with obstinacy.

His little one must be 'beating himself up'—as he put it earlier—over his outburst. He wouldn't look so distraught if he wasn't. He has every right to be mad at him.

How ironic, given how the former Archon would not let Xiao beat himself up for his own shortcomings. He should practice what he preaches because he knows exactly how it feels not to be kind to oneself.

Xiao's eyes snap open when he feels something soft press on his cheek, and is soon followed by an enthusiastic round of nuzzling.

"I'm sorry, I was in the wrong this time." The Adeptus swoops in at the opportunity to speak first. It makes Venti pause mid-nuzzle. "I'm taking your genuine concern for granted, and you have every right to feel frustrated with me."

"Xiao…" The Sprite eases and floats eye-level to properly face the Yaksha. "I know you don't want to hear any more apologies, but I'm sorry for snapping at you."

His little one giggles, and he had never been so delighted to hear that tinkling sound.

"Since you want to be punished, then accept my apology without a fuss. That will be your punishment."

Venti is big-hearted. How could the person himself believe otherwise?

"I accept your apology," the Adeptus says without missing a beat, without an ounce of reluctance. This earns him an absolutely brightened, good-spirited Venti. He's sure that there is a blinding smile hidden somewhere on the Sprite's face.

"And I accept yours." Venti giggles yet again with such cheer that it coaxes out a noticeable smile on Xiao's face. The Sprite sways happily as his whole body emits a soft aqua glow for a second, making the smiling Adeptus look at him in awe.

The Sprite calms himself down, bringing his own body's luminescence back to zero.

"Now, help me understand the issue at hand. You have a perfectly comfortable and warm bed back in Wangshu Inn, and you even refused my offer earlier. So, why are you here? Is something the matter?" Venti's tone was soft, gentle and full of unbridled affection.

"It's..." Xiao starts hesitantly, seeing those white orbs fill with worry. He gulps, swallowing down his pride with it to give an honest answer. He cannot deny his little one any longer. "The bed back in the Inn isn't comfortable nor is it warm."

He pauses, looking down on his hand where his Vision lays. It is odd to hear these words coming out from his mouth. Comfort had been the least of his concerns as a warrior when he roamed the Liyuen wilderness in his never-ending battle against evil. Comfort came in but a handful of things before: Qingxin, a bowl of Almond Tofu and the sound of the flute. But now… it is determined by something—or would it be more appropriate to say 'someone'?—else. He looks back up to meet kind, affectionate, white eyes.

"I felt restless laying in it."

He sees Venti's mood drop—his posture and wing slumps once more—and with it does Xiao's heart.

"Is it because of tonight?" He asks, guilt and worry evident in his tone.

Xiao could imagine the tempest forming in his little one's mind. He must clear it up. Immediately.

"No, that's not it!" The Adeptus exclaims, in a rare burst of panic. He shakes his head. "I... haven't exactly processed all that has happened earlier."

Xiao reaches out to soothingly stroke what he assumed to be Venti's cheek with his finger. Joy sparks within him when his finger and the Sprite's cheek connect. The relief the Sprite feels slowly ebbs into him too.

"It's much too confusing... I couldn't pin it all on one emotion."

Xiao is relieved that Venti is letting him do as he pleases with that chubby face of his.

"It's okay," Venti assures him after he withdraws his finger. "It's okay to be overwhelmed, and it's normal to feel more than one emotion at any given moment."

His little one is radiating happiness and warmth, soothing his doubts further. He watches as the Sprite does a little loop before settling on his shoulder.

"There's nothing wrong with that," Venti says studying his features before they both gaze up at the starlit sky.

The bright, swirling colors of the galaxy and the twinkling stars nestled in it render their troubles inignificant for a moment. The Adeptus becomes more and more at peace, especially after his little one leans closer to his neck and hums a light tune.

"Is that so?" Xiao asks when Venti is done with his humming, stealing a glance at the creature more beautiful than the blanket of stars before them.

"Uh-huh! So don't be afraid when more than one comes to sneak up on you, ehe~" Venti says, still connecting multiple twinkling dots with his eyes. "Do you want to run through the emotions you think you've encountered tonight with me?"

Xiao considers the offer before shaking his head, knowing he isn't in the best state to contemplate such matters.

"No," the Yaksha whispers. "Not yet."

"Alright, then what do you think is making you feel restless?"

"I cannot say for certain, as all that I could think of are insignificant." Xiao closes his eyes, reliving his experience in his room. "I followed my instinct to go to Mondstadt. My feet led me to this statue, and being up here feels right. It is inexplicable."

Xiao chose to come back here of his own volition, and he found the sense of comfort he was looking for here in Mondstadt, by his side.

Xiao's eyes fly wide open when he feels a peck on his forehead. White eyes lock on his gold ones. Venti stares into his eyes with so much intensity that feels compelled to look away.

He glimpses the Sprite float away, giving him some distance.

"Insignificant?!" Venti blurts out. Nothing like an exclamation to reset the mood.

The Adeptus has never been so grateful for a topic change. Seeing the rawness and depth of Venti's affections for him in those jewel-like eyes is too much to take in. He has no choice but to believe that the Anemo Archon wants him too. What he must do with this information is a question he will save for another day. For now, he must calm his erratically beating heart.

Xiao heavily thanks Celestia that Venti is perceptive and is good at being a distraction. He watches the Sprite float closer, shaking his head as he tuts.

"My dear, the smallest details are the most important parts when it comes to investigations!"

"Are you saying… that you're an investigator now?"

"Aye! Precisely, my dear boy! We need to get to the bottom of this predicament!" His little gremlin is absolutely ecstatic about his new role. "Inspector Venti is on the case! No need to be shy, so out with it."

"Honestly, you and your whimsical games…" The Yaksha looks at him critically, his eyes narrowing (almost) dangerously before huffing.

How could he say 'no' to Venti when he is literally glowing with joy and enthusiasm? This form of his is inconvenient indeed. It whittles down his reservations with more ease than usual.

"Fine," he says defeatedly and rushes through the rest of his piece with his eyes on his clenched hand. "The bed was too cold. I was looking for traces of Cecilias, and the silence was unbearable."

Ridiculous. Embarrassing. He could not believe his ears. How could these petty concerns be spoken with his own voice, by his own mouth?

He looks back up to Venti and sees him frozen in place, his white eyes blown wide. It takes a minute for the Sprite to recover from his stupor and begin swaying with little dips in between.

"I believe I may have deduced the root of your sleeping problem," his little one speaks with a lilt in his voice. "And my conclusion is this: you are my hopeless lovesick puppy."

Xiao visibly flinches before throwing the Sprite another sharp look. Honestly, the hogwash coming out of his little mouth…

He attempts to catch the mischievous thing with both hands, but the other dodges adeptly, giggling all the while.

"So we're back to this, huh?"

"No, no, this and the last time are different. The words 'my' and 'hopeless' are now tacked onto it, ehe~"

Archons, Xiao is tired. He doesn't have the energy to keep up with his little one's fun and games. He opts to pinch the bridge of his nose instead of trying to catch the smug imp.

"Explain."

The Adeptus leans back on the hood's statue once more, and crosses his arms to express his displeasure. He'll have to call him out on this if it really is all utter hogwash.

"It's fairly simple. You can't sleep without me by your side," the Sprite says matter-of-factly, poorly concealing the smugness in his voice.

Xiao could see it in his mind's eye: if Venti were in human form, he would raise a finger and have it follow a beat of some sort to go with his reasoning. His little one takes pleasure in playing the role of a teacher after all.

"The thing is, you're looking for signs of another person—warmth from another living being, sounds of another's speech or breathing, and a scent other than your own."

Xiao's eyes widen and his lips part, wanting to deny what was said.

"Did I hit the nail on the head, my dear insomniatic client and part-time lovesick puppy?"

Knowing eyes look right through him.

He purses his lips and clenches his teeth.

It… Venti's reasoning makes sense.

And yet, the Yaksha would rather be caught dead than admit such a thing. To be so pathetic… He looks elsewhere, anywhere, as long he doesn't meet those knowing white eyes. He desperately wills away the heat clinging onto his cheeks.

Unfortunately for Xiao, Inspector Venti is not done with him just yet.

"Hmmmm," Venti the Sprite, one-night-only investigator, is making a show out of his thinking by tilting his head from side to side.

Xiao does not see the grin the other has plastered on after that thinking, he feels it.

"I don't think it's quite a stretch for me to assume that the lucky person you're yearning for is none other than little ol' me."

The Adeptus' head snaps to where the Sprite is floating.

"Don't look at me like that! Need I remind you that I do take over your nightly watch when you doze off after protesting so persistently?"

That is true. Venti does promise him to keep watch on his stead on the nights the bard would insist that he gets some sleep. It was difficult the first few times. His reluctance never waned, but it did get better—so much so that he could doze off for hours.

"Tell me, have you slept at all any time during the past month?"

Xiao blinks, and after a second, gives him a curt nod. The bard worries about him too much.

"Yes, I-I have."

He inwardly curses at his stuttering.

Venti hums, unbelieving, and flits closer to him. Once he is close enough, he puts on the sternest look his current form could project.

"I did," he continues when the Sprite doesn't reply, but maintains the stern look on his face. "In terms of length, I believe you call it a 'nap'."

"How many times and how many minutes each time?"

"Ten, ten minutes, at most. As for frequency… an average of twice each."

"That's nowhere near enough." The Sprite gives a full-body sigh, displacing himself as he did. "We'll have to fix that."

Xiao mutters an apology, followed by a huff. Venti ignores him and floats higher up. He tilts his head in silent question.

"Stop tilting your head and keep still," the Sprite instructs firmly.

The Adeptus does what he is told, and a moment later, he feels a 'plop' settle on a familiar spot on his head.

"I'll tell you about how the past month went for me, so you better pay attention!"

•• ••

Venti recounts the first day he set his foot back into the City of Freedom. The people were abuzz with excitement as preparations went on. Households would hang their own family's symbol for Windblume in front of their houses. Flora was way over her head with handling the main decoration arrangements. Even Donna didn't have the time to utter her usual praises and obvious pining for Diluc with how busy the shop was.

Storefronts, eateries and drinking houses alike updated their promotions. Of course, he scoured them all, taking note of those with the best deals and accounting those who haven't kicked him out because of his youthful appearance or lack of Mora just yet.

Just as he is about to tell his beloved about the events that happened in Angel's Share that night, Venti hears a yawn, making him smile.

Good, his plan is working. He was sure to use his 'lullaby singing voice' in sharing these tales. Now, if only Xiao would just let himself be ferried to the land of dreams without much fuss...

He continues, and is relieved when no reaction came from mentioning the Wine Master.

Some time afterwards, as he recounts the time Sucrose had caused another unprecedented experiment mishap, landing her in 'community service', he pauses when he hears a small sound below him.

"Venti," the sleepy Yaksha calls. "Turn back to your human form. I need your shoulder."

It comes out as a whine, so cute. Oh, how mortified his beloved would be if he was aware of how he sounded! The Sprite giggles, only stopping when another whine comes.

"As you wish," Venti says as he floats a fair distance away before transforming back into human form. He scoots close to the sleepyhead, and said sleepyhead wastes no time in laying his head on the shoulder offered to him. Their fingers intertwine.

"So, do you like it?"

Sitting up here, perched on my shoulder… Feeling small, vulnerable, yet safe from the threats down below… Letting the Wind carry your troubles far away, dispersing them as it blows…

"Hm?"

"The view, I mean." Venti clarifies despite not really expecting an answer. He thinks Xiao likes his rambling anyway. "Do you like the view up here? You could see everything in Mondstadt from here. It's my favorite spot in the city. It's a place I would go to whenever I needed to clear my mind, a place to find solace."

Xiao nods twice.

"Ah, the same goes for you, doesn't it?" He giggles, remembering the Adeptus' words from earlier. "I'm glad we both find this place special."

The bard decides it was best to hum instead of continuing from where he left off. He strokes Xiao's hair, fixing the little knots here and there with his free hand. He continues doing so even after the other's breathing pattern has changed to one resembling sleep.

"Hey, did you know? Those who can climb here and sit on this statue's hands without trouble are called 'Beloved of the Anemo Archon," Venti whispers with measured playfulness.

Unbeknownst to him, Xiao is still listening. He should know by now how much of an attentive listener his darling Xiao is.

"And yet you, the outlier." He untangles his fingers from ones that have grown lax and slowly places the hand on its owner's lap. "The wonderful, adorable you chose to sit somewhere closer. What does it make you then?" [40]

Venti's hands go down to the spot where he had sunk his teeth into his beloved's shoulder. He touches the spot with reverence.

"You don't have to take it too seriously. That unflattering knit on your brow does nothing for your beauty. Geez, are you really asleep?"

"Enough of that now," Venti whispers scoldingly as he maneuvers Xiao's arms to wrap around him. It'll make their descent much easier. "Let's get you to a proper bed."

"You know, if I were still angry, I'd have you sing to me as punishment for refusing to rest earlier."

Xiao starts humming, slow with long breaks in between. [41]

Venti pauses and blinks. He looks down at his charge and sharpens his hearing, waiting for the continuation of the humming.

When it does come, there is no doubt it came from the supposedly sleeping Yaksha.

The bard groans. He does not know if he should be fondly frustrated or ridiculously happy at the turn of events. Either way, he could not wipe the grin off his face.

His beloved may not be able to take a joke, but how could he stay mad when Xiao is only trying to please him?

Soon enough, humming gives way to lyrics.

The song is meant to be sung in a higher key, but Xiao adjusts it to suit his deeper singing voice. The velvety smoothness and richness of it makes Venti shudder and melt.

It's a shame that Xiao doesn't sing often. He could count the number of times he has coaxed the Adeptus to sing to him in one hand, including this special performance tonight.

He closes his eyes, savoring the moment. He cannot help himself and starts humming along.

Yet a handful of notes later, their duet falls short.

"I knew it was too much for you, dearest idiot," Venti sighs, feeling Xiao's full weight on him. The effort must've been the last straw, tuckering out the Adeptus so much that he passed out. "Geez, learn to spot a joke, why don't you?"

He shifts a little to make them both comfortable. Getting back to the rest of the world can wait.

"Thank you." Venti gives Xiao's temple a long, gentle kiss. "You really are amazing, and I'll keep reminding you of that, okay?"

There is no better reply he could hope for than the light snoring he receives moments later.

— —

Extra:

The early morning sky within the city walls is not as dark as it was when the couple first parted for the night here outside Angel's Share. The moon is still shining bright, tethering over the edge of the horizon. It wouldn't be long until the stars' twinkling would become a memory. Lamp posts continue to illuminate the cobblestoned path as the sun still refuses to make its appearance.

The air now is not as chilly as it was a few hours ago, but Venti would rather have Xiao's hand in his than without. He takes his copy of the backdoor's key out with his spare hand and unlocks the door. Xiao closes it behind them as they enter.

The part-time barmaid is about to direct them into the staff showers—his hand already gripping the door handle—when he hears the grating of a stool skidding across the wooden floorboard and the sound of footsteps.

There, at the other end of the hallway stood a very displeased-looking Diluc Ragnvindr.

Venti gulps. He doesn't like that look, or that stance he's sporting. Is he going to be scolded in front of Xiao? How embarrassing.

Sensing Venti's unease, the Adeptus takes measured steps to bridge the distance between them. He still has a bone to pick with this mortal.

"You…" Xiao's eyes narrow as he scrutinizes the redhead before them. "You are one of the few mortals who know of his true identity."

The Wine Master certainly has the build to wield a claymore, as Venti mentions in his stories. There on his hip is the Pyro Vision he had heard the other use. If this confrontation were to end in a fight, he is sure his speed and strength would have no trouble extinguishing the other's flames.

"Yet, you choose to treat your own god as merchandise on display, and let others disgrace him? Unforgivable. Wretched scum like you need to be disposed of."

"Xiao!" Venti scolds, running up to him. There is a pout in place, along with puffed cheeks. So that's how the Adeptus sees the situation? He feels rather offended.

"Angel's Share is not the kind of seedy establishment you make it to be." Diluc's tone is sharp. He will not let anyone let the name of any of his properties be dragged through the mud like this, even if the criticism comes from a deity. A dark chuckle escapes him as he raises his hand to his mouth. "Forgive my impudence, but isn't that rich coming from someone who has had his fill of this said 'merchandise'?"

Venti chokes at the statement. He turns away as he goes into a fit of coughs.

Xiao turns his attention to his treasure, and rubs circles on his back in hopes of soothing him. He catches a hint of apple red tinting the other's cheeks. He feels the same heat creeping up on him, but he quickly dismisses it.

"I'm okay, I'm okay." The bard gives him a tight smile afterwards. How is Xiao keeping it together after hearing a retort like that?

After getting Venti seated on a stool and given a glass of water (that Diluc has graciously provided), Xiao turns his attention back to the taller man with a glare set in place and arms crossed on his chest.

Diluc's shoulder slump forward, sighing as his face rests on a gloved hand.

This is all pointless aggression. This situation is ridiculous. They look ridiculous.

Their height difference makes it look more like a bad joke. He doesn't look like a man defying a god. He looks like a disappointed parent, scolding a rebellious teenager.

He didn't come here to pick a fight with an Adeptus. He came to get an explanation from a misbehaving employee.

He needs to clear up this misunderstanding and accept that he will not be getting an explanation any time soon.

"I did not force Venti into any of this," he starts as he straightens his posture. "He chose to be in this predicament—to go home to you faster."

At those words, the heat that the Adeptus refuses to acknowledge comes surging back. There is no escaping it now. He purses his lips to prevent any disgraceful sputtering from escaping.

"To make things clear: I have nothing to do with it. That bard and…" Diluc finds it distasteful to bring up that idiot's name in this conversation. He did not want to indirectly cause the cryo user's untimely death, in the event he is hunted down by Venti's guard dog. "...a certain Calvary Captain came up with this stupid compromise, and I was coerced into accepting."

The red haired man spares him and looks at his unfinished grape juice on the countertop.

"I understand," the proud Adeptus says after some time. When Diluc focuses on him, the seemingly young man has gone back to wearing his stoic expression. "I apologize for my poor conduct from earlier.

Xiao bows with his hands on his sides, at a precise 45-degree angle.

"I shall make amends, at a later date."

At this, Venti stands up, and slips his hand into Xiao's. He gives it a squeeze of encouragement.

"If you would be so kind as to allow me to stay here for the time being, I would be very grateful." The Adeptus continues, this time lifting his head to assess the tavern owner's expression. He sees red eyes drawn to his and Venti's interlocked fingers. "There is no need for concern. I'll report him if he tries anything,"

"Wha—" the bard looks at Xiao with mild shock, feeling awfully betrayed. He is ignored.

"You have no need to ask. I heard from my other employees how much of a help you have been. Apart from those—" Diluc clears his throat. "—certain points over the course of the evening when trouble arose."

"Rest, you deserve it." Diluc nods and heads over to his seat. "I will take your word for it."

"Traitor…" Venti mumbles under his breath, glaring at Xiao, who does not seem the least bit perturbed.

"And Venti, you may retire for the night. I will see myself out after I've cleaned up." The tavern owner picks up his glass of grape wine and finishes the last of its contents before addressing hia part-timer once more. "You may take the rest of the day off for today. Go and enjoy the festival with your guest. I believe it is his first time to experience Windblume, yes?"

"I-uh, er, yes, this will be his first," Venti replies eloquently–voice emotionless, blinking as he is not processing what has been said. With "Are my ears deceiving me? Did slave-driver Master Diluc just grant me a day off so that I could go on a date with my lover?"

Xiao flinches visibly at the way his idiot just phrased the question. His teeth clench at the mention of the word 'Master'.

"It would be necessary to relieve you of your services for at least a day in order to alleviate the mess you two made earlier." Diluc crosses his arms. "But may interpret it however as please."

Venti gulps.

"My pay is going to get docked, isn't it? And don't tell me you're not counting tonight's shift!"

"That… remains to be foreseen."

"Cut it out with the suspense and spell it out to me clearly!"

"Just go." Diluc turns his back on them and starts his cleaning by wiping the bar counter. "Have a pleasant rest, gentlemen."

"We are grateful for your generous hospitality. We are in your debt." Xiao bows for a brief moment, making Venti bow with him. "We sincerely apologize for the trouble."

Seeing that the tavern owner has no more words for them, the Yaksha tugs onto Venti's hand and leads them upstairs, into Venti's quarters.

Venti looks like he wanted to protest more, but relents to Xiao's pulling, shaking his head.

Diluc waits for the sound of footsteps to fade and the sound of a shutting door before letting out a breath out that he did not know he was holding. He notices the dent left there at the counter and wonders how fast he could get a replacement for it.

His eyes drift to the bottle of cleaning agent sitting atop of the counter, and briefly entertains the thought about its efficacy in wiping his memory clean of the event he had stumbled into. The Fire-Water didn't do its work, and he thinks it's due to a well-meaning bartender.

Good intentions or not, that simply won't do. He wants the images wiped clean from his memory.

Surely, no Mondstadter would want to walk in on the sight of his Archon—their celebrated god of freedom—being claimed by some Adeptus at some tavern's back entrance.

Diluc glares at the empty spot where the bottle of Fire-Water should be. Damn that well-meaning bartender.

— —

FOOTNOTES:

[33] There was a time in Wangshu Inn where multiple celebrations were held all at the same time. In one of the events, the guest children were being too rambunctious and accidentally ran into one of the Inn's staff members who was holding an impressively large stack of ceramic dishes.

Unfortunately, none of the ceramic dishes survived, and it did cause quite a setback in food service.

But fortunately, no one was gravely injured, and got away with a few scratches and splinters.

Xiao has been (respectfully) barred from entering Wangshu Inn's kitchen, and has been strung along to do an errand with Venti: to procure more ceramic plates before the last scheduled celebration starts.

[34] Venti is loose with his use of pet names and compliments for his fans. It is one of the reasons why they love him so much.

Only the biggest and most dedicated of the Barmaid Venti fans would know that their Angel has never used the term 'darling' on anyone.

[35] There are those who thought they could get away with free drinks and a meal. But of course, Charles would call them out and ask them to pay up before they could leave.

There is also a parent who has sobered up enough to whisk away their child from the moral dangers of the grown up world. Now, whether or not this event has led to the betterment of this particular parent's drinking habits is debatable.

[36] They are at a tavern. Where else would be a better place to get some of that hard liquor to drown their miseries with? What's better than having drinking buddies who know exactly how you feel?

On the other end of the spectrum, again, they are at a tavern. Where else would be a better place to celebrate young love and springtime? What's better than having cammaderie with like-minded individuals who you could exchange thoughts with?

[37]

At least one fan had enough and stormed out of the tavern with the mission of ripping their fan letters (to be sent to Venti) into a million tiny pieces and letting the wind carry them off somewhere far, far away.

While dumping them into Cider Lake, or burning them would also be good options, there is something poetic in letting the wind carry one's feelings. (And they would rather not be fined for littering in the Lake)

Any ripped up fan letters like this would, unfortunately, end up in its intended recipient's hands, whether they like it or not.

[38] (basically an SS of Xiao looking at the giant Barbatos statue from the market place fountain, if the spaced link doesn't show)

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[39] Aramis does his rounds at the foot of the staircase and around the statue, as usual. A particularly strong gust of wind swept through the plaza, and with it came an assortment of flyers and advertisements.

One of the flyers even hit him square in the face.

He peels it off, and finds it worrying how the wooden adverts could hit any unfortunate citizen or guest strolling around at this hour.

The drinking establishments just closed and people are most likely going back to their homes and lodgings…

He sets off to gather those wind-swept adverts before they cause anyone any harm.

Surely Otto can handle things around here for a few minutes?

[40] What indeed?

(Hmmmm, "'Songbird-' and 'Lover-' of the Anemo Archon" seem to be good candidates.

It is befitting of anyone who dares to perch so close where one could whisper sweet nothings and sing praises near Anemo Archon's ear.)

[41] There are two songs the author has in mind for what Xiao sings.

The first is his fansong sung by his CN VA, kin sen, called "Vigilant Yaksha" that you can listen to [here]

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OR, this one that the author prefers more.

[Let the Wind Tell You (kin sen ver)]

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, where Xiao hums Klee's initial part (instead of flubbing it, along with everyone else's—except for Venti's—lines, including his own), and then sings Venti's part (flawlessly). He'll start humming but then…

[Oh, you're asking about the original ver of the song? Well… this red panda may have plans for it. ?]

— —

P.S. With their confrontation with Diluc ruining Venti's efforts in making Xiao sleepy, the bard had to resort to… special, somewhat drastic, and rather intimate, measures to make the Adeptus bonelessly tired enough to pass out sleep the moment his head hits the pillow.

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Notes:

[1] After I put up Chap 4/Part 3.2, I found this ["Liyue Salon" vid]

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where the Genshin CN VAs have a little chat and do some games in it using the chibi appearances that come out during new version/patch livestreams.

And I'm happy about getting some sort of confirmation on Xiao's lack of understanding of clothing's aesthetic function/properties. (This is kin sen's answer to a game question that turned out to be right, hehe)

The vid also kinda confirms that Xiao's idea of comfort is far from human's. (kin sen jokes about Xiao being low maintenance, huhu) So again, I'm pretty happy to get that confirmation on that front as well.

[2] Since I didn't make it within July, Childe's birthday fic will be postponed indefinitely. Sorry, Childe.

Let's just see what gets updated next hahaha

[3] This chapter in particular underwent a TON of changes that I didn't expect. It was a learning experience for both our favorite Anemo couple and yours truly.

[4] Just non-fic-related rambling, you may skip: I recently finally got Xiao's talents to 10-10-10~ and then the day before that, I finally got my first 5 weapon (Skyward Spine). I may give it to Zhongli when I somehow max lvl it.

Oh, and have you seen that genshin collab with Sweets Paradise? Venti is just so adorable there! ahdjkdbcjdk And, his colors there is close to what I have in mind for his drindl here, so I'm super happy. Too bad I can't exactly get my grubby hands on that kind of merch. I'll just settle for that chibi art.

[5] At Ossifragus, if you're reading this, I'll just reply to your review here.

Awww, thanks so much! I'm glad to hear about Diluc and Kaeya's characterizations to have been spot on!

Yep, I brought the two archons home~ The little family is almost complete. It just needs Whipped Mora Bag, hehe

[6] If anyone could spar the time to share with me their thoughts, it'd be much appreciated!