[Zhongli's slight smile grows as he hears Venti's theatrics. They're easy and familiar at this point. He takes his hand delicately and twines their fingers together, even offering a kiss to the back of the bard's palm.]
Of course you are just as romantic. [Now that he knows Venti wasn't just fucking with him all these years, the signs are so glaringly obvious.]
... You wrote that one for me?
[Zhongli's eyebrows go up.]
"It is an ever-fixed mark / that looks on tempests and is never shaken..."
[Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Zhongli turns a true shade of pink.]
no subject
Of course you are just as romantic. [Now that he knows Venti wasn't just fucking with him all these years, the signs are so glaringly obvious.]
... You wrote that one for me?
[Zhongli's eyebrows go up.]
"It is an ever-fixed mark / that looks on tempests and is never shaken..."
[Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Zhongli turns a true shade of pink.]