#ashdkdjsg hope this is okay finch :' )

[viaetor]

ㅤㅤteyvat had many ravishing sights. from mondstadt’s dandelion hills to liyue’s night lights and inazuma’s pinkish trees, it was impossible to not be enchanted by what that world had to offer and contain one’s will to explore its every bit. so many mysteries to unfold and secrets to keep, fantastical myths that mixed with reality — there was a lot to do. to map out each imperfection, to record every sound, to photograph all verities. maybe that was due to his nature as a caeling born from the constellation of a wanderer, but he wanted to taste every new experience. as so, he had seen plenty during his travels and met possibly more living tales than stars in his lifetime — yet, no matter how he looked at it, this whole situation was… well, strange and inciting would probably be the best descriptors his mind could conjure at the moment. had the traveller not known how eccentric the semi-nude alchemist in front of him could be, he’d have misunderstood that whole scene as an invitation to something else. with a blink of golden eyes, however, he got rid of any other thoughts in his mind, put on his well-known half-stoic, half-loving smile and waved before coming in. best to not think much, aether decided. but oh, what a sight. dragonspine has certainly become a much more interesting place now; he should come more often.

ㅤㅤ“it’s no trouble, i rather like coming up here to visit you.” it was always surprising, after all. sometimes, it’d be scientific experimentations, artistic endeavours, exploration of ruins, or… whatever this was. there was a throaty sigh that escaped the outlander when he sat down on his companion’s makeshift bed, letting lithe fingers brush against him freely. or sort of. almost instinctively as a response, black gloves rested on albedo’s waist — inches below what would be deemed appropriate to mere friends, but still millimetres off from where a lover would touch. even so, by sheer audacity or starry playfulness, aether smiled at him almost too innocently, as if he had no idea about societal norms. he did. “do you need help getting rid of the rest of your clothes?”

ㅤㅤand for the first time during their exchange, star-born gaze fell as his head tilted slightly to the left. his core was burning a bit warmer now. those symbols on glabrous skin… how intriguingly familiar those were. he looked up, his other hand drawing a perfect line for the kreideprinz’s waistband. “may i?” i want to touch you, he wanted to say. instead, stainless honeyed voice suggested: “i don’t want you to get a cold.” they both knew that wasn’t possible for a homunculus. but can anyone really blame a traveller for wanting to see a stunning view after a weary journey?

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ㅤㅤㅤ𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲   𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭   𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲   𝐡𝐢𝐬   𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭   𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭   -   on   the   contrary,   the   chief   alchemist,   though   polite,   has   a   habit   of   disregarding   social   decorum   in   many   a   situation.   that   should,   perhaps,   apply   here   -   but   albedo   has   never   felt   the   same   stringent   expectations   from   aether   as   the   others   he's   around.   perhaps   it   is   because   they   are   both   something   'other,'   -   but   he   wholly   appreciates   the   acceptance   of   each   of   his   strange   quirks   all   the   same.   this   one   is   no   secret   -   for   surely   only   albedo   would   be   brazen   enough   to   begin   stripping   from   his   clothing   in   front   of   the   poor   traveler   -   and   in   his   camp   on   dragonspine,   no   less.   to   be   fair   -   the   fire   was   plenty   warm,   and   his   tunic   had   gotten   damp   earlier   in   the   day   -   so   it   was   easier   to   strip   both   layers   from   his   slim   form   and   set   them   to   dry   -   before   turning   to   attend   to   his   guest.   

ㅤㅤㅤ❝   apologies.   ❞   he   murmurs,   advancing   on   aether   at   the   same   moment   he   begins   to   strip   away   his   gloves,   ❝   but   i   loathe   the   sensation   of   water   upon   my   clothes.   ❞   the   homunculus   draws   to   stop   then,   before   the   raised   pile   of   furs   he   referred   to   as   a   bed   that   he'd   demanded   aether   sit   upon,   ❝   was   your   journey   up   here   uneventful?   ❞   immaculate,   silken   digits   fan   gently   upon   the   traveler's   eyelid,   stroking   away   a   bit   of   snow   from   his   lashes.   curious   turqoise   peers   down   at   his   companion,   close   enough   that   he   could   feel   the   heat   radiating   from   aether's   core,   and   found   himself   not   wanting   to   move.   ❝   i   could   have   traveled   back   down   to   mondstadt,   you   know;   the   roads   are   slick   this   time   of   year.   ❞