#craving romantic dates with venti rn
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tomaytow · 2 years ago
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imagine a coffee shop date with venti and he pulls out his polaroid. ofc, the cheeky young man takes aesthetic photos of you—be it taking a sip of your iced/hot caffeine or other drink, taking a bite of your chosen desert, or just smiling/laughing at him in general.
and you like his shots, you really really adore his shots. you badly want one, at least one film, so you can save some for yourself (so you can paste it on your cork board for memories) but venti’s so stingy. he shows it to you, and when you attempt to steal it from him, he immediately yanks his hand away so you won’t reach it.
you scowl at his tongue out.
“what must i do for you to give me at least one film, love?”
he beams, “glad you asked.” he hands you the polaroid, and you instantly realize what he wants you to do.
at the end of the date, you have a lot of films that consisted of venti in different angles (and funnier angles). but at least, you have one film of yourself…
in short, venti wants you to collect his pictures because he’s doing it with yours. (he didn’t even need to voice this out, because you’d still do it anyway, if you have your own polaroid—and you can empathize why he’s so stingy with the films as well.
“for my eyes only,” he winks, then kisses one film that has your face on it. he keeps his eyes on you as he watches you blush tremendously.)
+ one film consists of him kissing your cheek.
+ one film consists of him surprising you with a kiss.
+ another one consists of you guys holding hands (he loved this one so much because you were the one who took the picture despite it being blurry, but it felt perfect for him)
(in every photograph he has of you, there are always hearts, happy faces, sometimes stickers or even handwritten comments)
the date is there too, of course. he wants to cherish every special day (every day with you in it is special, who is he kidding?)
11/26
i will never let go of us.
and it’s a photo taken by a stranger, with him cupping your face and you stifling your giggles because of how smitten he looked.
you bet that venti has this film in his wallet.
possibly the continuation for this post
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ariespellz · 2 years ago
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hand holding hcs !!
ft. genshin guys + gn!reader
includes: ayato, gorou, venti, kazuha, heizou, tighnari, dainsleif.
one, two, three.
cw: fluff, established relationship, some parts might be longer than others, alcohol mentions in venti's, a bit suggestive in venti's if you squint, i can't write tighnari to save my life, spoilers in dain's (?) and mostly very full of speculation:')
A/N: THIS TOOK SO LONG.. BUT HERE IT IS LOL. i might not be doing anything this long w this many characters ever again :')) maybe the third part as the last and thats it lol. ANYWAY SORRY!!! I HAD THE WORST WRITERS BLOCK EVERR AND I BEGAN CLASS AGAIN :((
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AYATO
either the king of hand holding or the worst one on the list.
choose your fighter.
his hands are SOOO soft. he hasn't picked up a single sword without gloves since was like, five.
or anything, for that matter
also slender, bony and long fingers?? really pretty nails??
phew rich kids i swear
as stated before, he can be super sweet and intimate, intertwining your fingers with care
or he'll practically drag you by your wrist. not even in a mean way just,,
yeah
he probably has no idea what he's doing. he has no reference on what to do or on how to behave aside from the cheesy romance novels ayaka likes to read.
no parents or parent-like figures in his life, and (i assume) barely any physical affection with his sister, as much as they love each other.
that's why he craves it in some way. probably
PDA is not for him. at all.
he's a very private person who dislikes public appearances
so holding hands while walking around the city would happen every once in a blue moon.
HOWEVER!!!
it's cool if you're alone
more than cool, in fact
he likes it a lot. when he has free time he takes you in quiet dates throughout inazuma's nature
in those moments he sometimes moves your hand to his lips and kisses the knuckles <33
it's so gentle and sweet, and sometimes he'll whisper praises too
"you're so precious, my love."
UGHH blushing and giggling and kicking my feet in the air rn
and oh god poor thoma. they guy is always the one to find you two.
"my lord, an officer is waiting to..." he trails off after seeing you in his lap while he worked on paperwork, his free hand stroking yours. you giddily wave to him as a greeting, and he returns the gesture with a nod and a friendly smile of his own. "...right. i'll tell him to come back later. sorry for the interruption!"
you two are lucky he's so used to it.
unfortunately, he's not always the one who catches you.
if your footsteps are soft and your ears are open, you can hear some of the maids gossip about you two.
"oh, they're so lovely! did you hear the rumours?" "about the picnic? yeah! mei told me they were cuddling! can you picture that?" "yeah! lord kamisato's totally smitten!"
it always makes you smile.
as inexperienced as he was when it came to physical affection, he was the first one to hold your hand.
ayaka had told him that "it would give you butterflies".
you BET she was right like-
a fish out of the water is the closest comparison of how your heart was pounding
although inexperienced, ayato is a natural-born romantic. he's sitting in front of you in some expensive restaurant, candles and roses and a private room (just for you two of you, just like he likes it). he's as nervous as you, if not more. this is your first official date!
remembering what ayaka said, his right hand approached yours, in a slightly shy way. "may i?" he murmurs, brushing his digits over yours.
"sure!" you answer, voice meek and an octave higher than usual.
he finds your enthusiasm funny
in a good way
in conclusion, he's not as slick as he'd like to be lol
half the estate has seen you two. the other half is patiently waiting their turn.
over time, he gets more used to it. no more dragging you, no more grasp that's barely there, just,, a normal hold.
a sweet one tho<3
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GOROU
physical touch is not his love language
but he doesn't dislike it!! he'll do it if you're into it!!
he's really soft about it and you can see his tail wagging happily hehshdhdhsjsj<3
he's a very assertive man and a good (but somehow strict?) general, so his subordinates never get used to see you two interact ESPECIALLY when it comes to affection
gorou: *has your hand in his*
troops passing by: *😲*
you change him i'm telling you
he's pretty good at separating his work and personal life, so expect the affection to be more common in private
hand holding is not his forte nor his preferred way of showing physical affection, but he'll still get flustered from it
"the supplies are to be sent to the sangonomiya shrine. that is our main objective right now." he says, voice stern. his body, however, betrays him once you reach out to grab his hand. his ears flop immediately and his tail swings rapidly from side to side, cheeks starting to turn pink. you can't help but giggle when his eyes flicker between you and his subordinates, full of nerves.
"we saw nothing, sir," one of them says, clearly biting back a smile. "your orders will be followed immediately." he bows and leaves hurriedly.
they still talk about that to this day.
his hands are average size. not super tiny, but definitely smaller than ayato's or dainsleif's (side note: just noticed this applies to every guy in this post except those two and pantalone lmao).
his palms are a bit rough and he has some scratches here and there, but he makes sure his nails are clean and decent.
hald holding with him (ironically enough) isn't that common
you were the one to do it for the first time.
you guys weren't even dating (yet) and you were pinning hard
so after bribing some of his underlings with cookies, you managed to get them to do part of his work (and also get him to relax for an afternoon)
((with you, or course.))
(((the soldiers knew their boss had been crusing on you for centuries, so it was a win-win situation for them)))
sitting on a cliff, watching the scenery. beautiful pastel tones mixed with the pink hue of the sky in the sunset. he was next to you, eyes set on the horizon somehow looking unfocused. the golden light adorned his beautiful features, and you wanted nothing more than to embrace him and never let go.
you knew, however, that you had to be careful. you could've chosen the safest option and shut your mouth, like you always did. but no, not today.
with that in mind, you slowly place you palm in his hand. his ears immediatelly perk up as he looks at you, not bothering to pull away.
"i like you. a lot. and, uh, i'm just happy i can be here with you." you cough out in the spur of the moment. his eyes widen like coins and his tail straightens. he chokes a bit with his words, coming up with nothing to say.
it was a it awkward, really. you had your eyes fixed in the place your skin touched with his, refusing to adress his burning stare. regret filled your gut, and you tried to pull away, ready to stand up and go home to cry under the covers.
but a hand grasping your wrist stops you.
he looks like a deer in headlights, eyes gleaming and face redder than ever.
five words come out of his mouth, faster than any others he has ever muttered:
"are you free on sunday?"
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VENTI
ah, venti...
he'd use handcuffs to chain you two together if he could.
he is very much a PDA guy. has no shame.
worth it tho because his hands are illegally soft. like cotton.
and his fingers are slender and delicate.
oh and there was no special "first time holding hands!!! exciting!!!!" moment
because guess who got touchy right after figuring his feelings out?
you guessed it! him!!
he snaked an arm around your waist, holding you close, and intertwined your fingers with his. it would have been romantic (and kinda hot, even) if it wasn't for the fact that the poor, poor honorary knight had to physically separate him from you so he would go home already.
"oh, love, one has never seen such beauty. never in thousands of years has a flowery field or a sunset in the ocean compared to your endless eyes." he recites close to your neck, hot breath fanning on your skin making a shiver run down your spine. aside from the fact that you have literally no idea what he means by thousands of years, his lidded orbs boring into yours don't help. "i would become a sailor if it meant that i could spend my life navigating in the ocean of your eyes. would you let me drown in them?"
"i don't get paid enough for this." the blonde mutters, secretly envying the fact that paimon was already sleeping.
"me neither." you say in return with an awkward laugh, wishing that the darkness covered your blush.
he gets a bit poetic after a couple of bottles, what can i say.
diluc always stares at you when you have to go pick him up from the tavern
you swear that's pity flooding his usually soulless eyes
you have the anemo archon wrapped around your finger
quite the accomplishment, if you were to ask me
he's all over you. especially (but not exclusively) when he's tipsy, or (god forbid) drunk.
oh yeah baby
DRUNK.
he gets on top of some table, requests the lights to be dimmed, and pulls out his lyre
and starts to sing the cheesiest song you have ever heard
(even the ever-so-cold sister rosaria smiles at the spectacle full of amusement)
"oooooh, babe, i want nothing but youuuu!" kaeya sings the chorus with slurred words and broken laughs (ironic, considering he's usually the sad drunk) as the others clap along. some guys have gotten up and started dancing.
"do something!" you plead charles, but he just laughs even louder at your desperation. you frown and bite your lips so you don't start doing the same. "for fucks sake, venti! get off there, its three in the morning!"
"why do you have to be so cruuuuel???" he sings in a cry, full of emotion. dropping to his knees in a dramatic way, he tugs at your arm to pull you closer. and right then and there, he stops singing abruptly. "i love you. i love you so, so much." his eyes water and your breath hitches. suddenly serious, his flushed cheeks have your heart doing flips. "you're gorgeous, (y/n). i wish you'd let me stare at you all day. you're the only thing i think about. i want to tell you- no. i need to tell you-"
at that moment, the door slammed open.
"you again?" diluc groaned. everything went silent except for kaeya, who greeted him excitedly, making his way to him in big stomps. noticing this, the redhead sighs tiredly. "show's over, everyone. we're closing for the night."
the drunkards groaned the first time this happened, but because of it repeating every month, they've gotten used to it.
the guy has the patience of a saint, you note.
"let's go home, then," you always say with a kiss to his cheek "you tone-deaf bard."
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KAZUHA
out of context but this guy invented chivalry
no i will not give any further explanations
he'll hold your hand like he gets paid for it. so enthused about it.
unlike the three messed up people (lovingly) above, this one does the thumb rubbing thing!! (hooray i guess)
his hands are probably rough considering he uses a katana without gloves/is literally a wanderer. but. i can't picture it. let a woman dream.
OH AND HE'LL TAKE HIS BANDAGE OFF IN PRIVATE IF YOU ASK HIM TO <3
just imagine it aaaaa
he stares at you in pure disbelief EVERY SINGLE TIME YOU ASK
LIKE NO KAZUHA THE BURN MARKS ARE NOT UGLY
and when you tell him that he blushes aahhzhsgzwkshjsjs
still! he's very shy about it (oddly enough) so he will only do it if you've been together for more than, let's say, 6 months?? maybe??
he'll slowly unwraps the cloth, cheeks slightly flushed (as always). it's constant, really; he doesn't falter but he doesn't speed up.
that is, until he comes to a stop. right above the mark.
"kazu," you call. he looks at you through his lashes, full of... embarrassment? "you don't have to if you don't feel like it. but... that's not the case, is it?"
he looks so out of character, gulping and avoiding your gaze. he breathes and tries to say something, but he stops himself and stares at his lap.
"look at me, love." you request, placing your palm on his cheek. "you don't need to hide yourself. you're beautiful."
he stammers a compliment and looks away, clearly flustered by the affection
how cute
those times are when you get to see him timid
no one will believe you, but he's the clingy one
hands on your shoulders, on your hips, waist, face, thighs, and most importantly, on your hands.
the first time you held hands, he was the one initiating the contact
you weren't dating, or even close
that was the day you started crushing on him
wether you were a fellow pirate in the crux fleet or just some person travelling with them on one (1) time makes no difference
the storm unravelling in front of you could terrify anyone
you were, of course, no exception
captain beidou's loud voice, commanding the last preparations before seeking shelter
the loud crackling of thunder, and the constant crash of the waves
the raindrops which fell like knives, making a sound similar to bullets when they hit the wooden floor
the footsteps, your heartbeat, the ropes being pulled
it was just too much
breath quickening, you tried to calm down. teardrops were beginning to form on your eyes but you didn't allow yourself to cry.
it'd be downright embarrassing, considering that everyone else seemed to be taking the situation with cold precision
and oh, fuck, your hands and legs were trembling like jelly
you heard beidou yell something in your direction, and next thing you knew, someone was pulling you inside to the hold.
"it's okay. you're safe now." kazuha's gentle voice lulls you. he's gently grasping your hands in his, rubbing comforting patterns in your skin. you curl up, fingers tightening as the ship rocks violently. you silently thank him when he doesn't pull away or swats you off, opting to huddle closer to you instead. his warmth makes your muscles relax slightly, and he chuckles lightly at it. "feeling better already? i'm glad."
you had never really talked to kazuha, as he often refrained from taking place in the numerous drinking competitions the fleet celebrated on sundays.
(let's just say, that changed in the future)
crimson orbs meet yours when you choose to face the man, and suddenly your face has turned into their rival in a fictional challenge.
you thank him again and straighten up, coming back to your senses. you instantly miss his body heat, but you say nothing.
he does not, however, seem to have any intentions of letting your hand go.
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HEIZOU
oh dear god
you're in for a ride
you see, he can be the perfect boyfriend
but he can be a little shit too
it depends on how much he'd like to tease you
if he feels like being an asshole, he'll conjoin your hands and swing them exaggeratedly while skipping and maybe even singing a little tune
he makes sure this is in public (unless it's crossing your boundaries), so he can embarrass you a bit
(if you, however, start replicating him, he'll make it progressively more obnoxious until one of you gives up)
((make it be him. please. place your entire body against his arm and bat your eyelashes at him like you're fucking minnie mouse or something. he's officially losing this one.))
"my dear! my everything!" he exclaimed, snaking your hips with one arm and conjoining your hands with the other. he presses kisses on your fingers, green eyes gleaming with mischief, and he finds it hard to fight back a cackle. this would've been funny, cute, ir even romantic, if it wasn't for the bewildered looks of his coworkers.
one dude actually yelled at him to at least do that in his office. once you were there, you questioned his triumphant expression
"ah, there was this boring case they wanted me to solve..." he snickered. "now they won't come into my office and pester me. i guess some other guy will do it."
fucking bastard (adoringly)
his fingers are long and slim, and his knuckles are rough
he literally throws punches as self-defense. no sword, no bow, just his fists.
by this, i imply that at least his knuckles and reverse of his fingers could exfoliate your skin better than any soap.
his palms are softer (not too big of an accomplishment. a three-day-beard could achieve that, too), and rather cold
heizou's preferred form of physical affection isn't hand holding, actually, so he's not too big on it
he makes an exception for the situation mentioned above AND if you're feeling nervous or stressed.
in the second case, he'll be more subtle. he can read you like a book, so he'll save you of any unwanted attention by softly caressing your palm and fingertips.
"it's okay" he whispers. "do you want to get out of here?"
and if you say yes, he'll excuse the both of you and get you some dango milk
he'll have your pinkies intertwined and walk side by side with you. no jokes or teasing remarks.
(he also manages to have the same exact pace as you. sometimes it's a bit hypnotizing to watch.)
oh and btw, you were the one holding his hand the first time
he knew you were smitten
he knew what you wanted
but he still said "hmm let's see what they do"
smirking at you your whole first date like "oooh you wanna kiss me so bad"
(PUNCH HIM. HE WON'T SEE THAT ONE COMING)
and while accompanying you back home, he's waiting patiently for you to make a move.
and of course he notices. he sees the way your hand shifts closer to his, only to pull away a second later. he sees from the corner of his eye the way your chest rises and falls progressively faster. and oh, archons! you're doing it!
you're lifting your hand up, and it's getting closer, and nearer, and omg it's right next to his--
"go on," he says in a teasing manner, breaking the silence. he wears an shit-eating grin as if it was his best suit "you can do it. i don't bite."
you swallow. you consider kicking him and running off, but you had genuinely enjoyed your afternoon and that'd be a waste. so, hesitantly, you did as you had planned.
his hand was warm, and there was no further chat until you arrived.
you were at the doorstep, saying your goodbyes.
"keep going, yeah?" he giggles right before leaving. "i'm expecting a kiss next time!"
"wha-"
it's up to determine wether he got it or not.
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TIGHNARI
QODIAHUSBSUSJS AAAAAAA
OKOK HEAR ME OUT
you're a forest ranger too
so you two conveniently go on patrol together
who could've guessed?
even before you dated. consider that as his form of courting.
but but! the moment you two are official tho!!
he'll hold your hand constantly <3
its perfect because he's NOT a pda person. so he has his three favourite things together.
privacy, the forest, and you:)
expect collei to look beyond awkward whenever she catches you two having the slightest moment of physical affection in front of her
she loves you two and is very supportive !! she just does NOT know what to do with herself.
also HOLDING HANDS TO ASSERT DOMINANCE/hj
and by this i mean Very Obviously putting your intertwined hands over the table as you have dinner with cyno and collei
cyno: *🤨*
collei: *small politely and nod yall*
"...what clothes do clouds wear?" cyno reads from his (terrifying) book as you swallow your bite out of your pita pocket. he then proceeds to look straight at tighnari, who is currently two seconds away from jumping out of the window. "thunderwear."
the situation was so weird you couldn't help giggling a bit, covering your face with your free hand. at your side, tighnari's grip became a bit tighter. "unbelievable" he grits his teeth. and at that, you laugh harder.
you teased him for that dumb "jealous" episode for WEEKS. my man wanted to disappear from the face of teyvat.
on another note. his gloves.
they look so squishy idk how to say this.
the pads?? are like a jelly-esque material?? maybe slime condensant or whatever its called
so you can expect his bare hands to be SOFT. AND PRETTY. BECAUSE HE NEVER GOES OUT WITHOUT PROPER PROTECTION.
(as he should)
most likely the best hands in genshin together with albedo and maybe scaramouche?? nah scratch that pantalone must have the best manicure in the world
back on point. his nails are kinda pointy (he is a fox so it is to be expected) so DO NOT ask him to scratch your back. he'll say no anyway but beware.
it'll be more painful than satisfying. does not fully count if you're a masochist.
anyways. he enjoys physical touch wayyy more than he'd like to admit.
hand holding isn't enough he wants you to pet his ears and spoon him (partner privilege what can i say)
tighnari's generally stern disposition was a challenge during the "chase" phase of the relationship. for the both of you.
on the one hand, there were your compliments and your not-so-secret intention to win him over.
on the other hand, he blatantly refused to flirt back, but still managed to flirt back.
you know the difference?
like, never once in a million years would he see his crush and say "you look amazing, darling. are you free tonight?" and wink.
BUT he will say "that shade of green is nice." and oh so conveniently need your help writing some stuff down.
("paperwork. nothing too interesting" he'll say when questioned. "mind your business" is what he means.)
you learn to pick up on it. and he learns to be more bold.
you let him hold your hand the first time.
he's not that fond of physical touch, and you didn't want to cross his boundaries, so you let him take those steps.
it was a warm summer night in sumeru. the kind of warm in which the breeze is pleasant and no jacket is needed.
you were stargazing and pointing out constellations together,
and he just. went for it.
"hold my hand" he said without looking at you. it wasn't that much of a statement, because the softness in his tone made it sound like a suggestion.
a smile appears on your face while your insides tickle, and you feel a bit ridiculous for being so excited over something so simple. "as you wish" you teasingly say, taking hold of his hand.
the lack of light makes it hard to read his expression, or see if he's blushing.
a thousand questions race in your head, mixed with worries and things you'd like to say
all of them dissipate when he interlaces your fingers.
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DAINSLEIF
well first of all
he's very,,,
devoted
by which i mean you are his moon and stars
he'll BATHE YOU in affection.
he wouldn't even entertain the idea of dating someone he doesn't trust completely and/or hasn't been with him for a long time
you make him soft lol,,,, use that info however you want
he does the thumb rubbing thing!!! a king fr
ah and he's not taking off his gloves. because of the curse, his skin is probably a bit unsettling to see?
so is yours, considering you share his condition.
he isn't that into physical touch, though. and even less into pda.
so there's three situations in which he holds your hand:
while walking around alone, when you're nervous or scared, and in the intimacy of your home
it's on the quiet days around teyvat that he doesn't wanna let go
it's standing before the enemy, which haunts you two like prey, that he reminds you he would never let go
and it's while sleeping, huddled together, that he holds you close to him and intertwines your fingers<3
like i sad, no pda.
he might make an exception if it's the traveller with you, but uhh not really...???
hes so awkward about it too like-- it can get funny sometimes.
like one time he held you by the waist when you visited stormterror's lair and paimon just commented on it
had he been not so stoic he might have jumped away from you like his instincts yelled
and she didn't even say anything weird. maybe something like "you look good together!" or "huh?! you like him?!"
she adores you so she's very much Confused™ by your taste
give her time she'll get over it
but you get it, really. the picture of dainsleif she has could never compare to yours.
you still remember, all those centuries ago, when you took a leap of faith and pulled him to the dancefloor.
well, not exactly a dancefloor, but more of a 𝒹𝒶𝓃𝒸𝓮𝒻𝓁ℴℴ𝓻 ???
yeah like . elegant.
he was the dainsleif, and you were just. you
i mean babe ur great and all but hes like the strongest (and hottest lets be honest) guy in khaenri'ah. good luck!!
some friends encouraged you. this was a big celebration!! the eclipse dynasty and its descendants rarely ever organized parties. not in their home, at least.
so after months of watching the twilight sword from afar, you finally had a chance (although slim) of approaching him
so you got ready (best clothes, best accesories, and a lengthy skincare session) and when some animated music started to play, it was your chance
"you got this!" your friends said. "yeah, you look stunning! he's saying yes for sure!"
he's talking with some colleagues and the rush of adrenaline slowly leaves you,
but oh no! it's too late. you've made eye contact and he's two meters away from you.
"breathe, calm down" you tell yourself. your steps become wobbly but the resolution doesn't leave your features.
dainsleif looks surprised when you stop in front of him, and the guy he was chatting with (who you recognize as halfdan, one of his most loyal underlings) elbows him with a smile before excusing himself in a teasing tone
"may i help you?" he asks. oh god, his voice always makes your insides tickle. you open and close your mouth before pursuing your lips and speaking in a more... assured tone.
"yes. i was wondering if you'd like to... to dance with me?" you chuckle nervously as dain gapes at you, clearly shocked. "i mean! you probably have better things to do and... you are probably very uncomfortable right now. uh, sorry! i'll just leave-"
"i'd love to" he interrupts with a small smile. "also, you look very beautiful today, (y/n)."
"oh." you beam, holding his wrist gently. "thanks. you, uh, you always look beautiful." as you guide him among the other couples, you swear you can hear some knights cheering.
and the rest is history :')
side note: forgot to mention you were freaking out because "OH MY GOD HE KNOWS MY NAME?? HE KNOWS OF ME EXISTING???? AND HE. SAID. YES??????"
however, with dain, life's not sunshine and rainbows.
he trusts you, of course, and he loves you even more
but he still refuses to ask for comfort. no matter how many times you make him understand your feelings for him, he just doesn't seem to understand a word.
sometimes you face his walls and are struck by a sudden wave of disappointment.
it's not like you want to know every thought and emotion that crosses him, but communication can be hard sometimes.
like when he had jumped into the abyss without a care in the world.
you are angry, of course. you had been sick with worry, crying and pacing and lucky in the few nights you had been able to sleep.
he had (conveniently) reappeared next to the traveler, inside the chasm (or at least that was what he told you). from that point on, the story became more twisted.
but his voice was so groggy as he told you, and his eyes were peering at you with so much tiredness, you couldn't help taking his hands in yours and resting his body against you.
"i'm sorry." he repeated over and over, becoming more desperate each time. lacking the strength to even straighten his back, he barely mustered the energy to slightly squeeze your hands.
"let's rest for a while, yes? i'm just happy that you're back."
he's so grateful for everything you do :(
being with him would be living in a hurt/(no?) comfort fic 24/7 actually lol i kinda wanna cry
being with him takes effort, resilience, and overall, it's hard
though as he links your fingers and his eyes fill with sheer devotion and adoration, you think it's all worth it :')
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