[ it is that thought that he keeps circling back on, that thought brings forth hot tears to sting his eyes. after everything that happened before they parted, to know the weight of his previous life sat heavily on his shoulders, it is almost too much for xiao to bare. he does not stop the fingers running through his hair, soothing that storm raging in his mind and in his chest, and he exhales a noise almost akin to a sob.
the motions work, slowly but surely, his grip loosening by increments until his breathing steadies into something free from the grip of sorrow and half-remembered memories. ]
I would give you all, for all that you have given me. [ his blood, his life, anything that zhongli could feasibly need. ] Now that I am here, will you allow me to stay at your side?
[ it is a selfish request, but one that xiao makes regardless in the hope to fill the hollow space in his chest. it has been too long, after all, and xiao has missed his company, his presence. the old mountain of which he would perch and rest when his wings grew tired. who would smile and tell him stories, who listen dutifully as xiao brought a flute to his lips. ]
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[ it is that thought that he keeps circling back on, that thought brings forth hot tears to sting his eyes. after everything that happened before they parted, to know the weight of his previous life sat heavily on his shoulders, it is almost too much for xiao to bare. he does not stop the fingers running through his hair, soothing that storm raging in his mind and in his chest, and he exhales a noise almost akin to a sob.
the motions work, slowly but surely, his grip loosening by increments until his breathing steadies into something free from the grip of sorrow and half-remembered memories. ]
I would give you all, for all that you have given me. [ his blood, his life, anything that zhongli could feasibly need. ] Now that I am here, will you allow me to stay at your side?
[ it is a selfish request, but one that xiao makes regardless in the hope to fill the hollow space in his chest. it has been too long, after all, and xiao has missed his company, his presence. the old mountain of which he would perch and rest when his wings grew tired. who would smile and tell him stories, who listen dutifully as xiao brought a flute to his lips. ]