[If Zhongli dies right now, then Venti will be a widow! He won't have a handsome dragon to kiss and hold! A tragedy.

The bard is more than happy to have Zhongli's arms around him. He actually shivers a little at what his partner says to him. And the brunet says he can't be a sweet-talker, good Lord. Zhongli's voice is like honey to his ears, and it's a miracle Venti hasn't melted into a puddle already.

He's more than appreciative of the kiss. Venti rests his hands on the brunet's face as he leans against him, sighing softly. His returned kiss is gentle yet firm, reciprocating his partner's tender love. The bard runs his thumbs lightly under Zhongli's eyes, and then trails his fingers lightly along his jaw as he breaks the kiss. His eyes are soft and warmly affectionate as he looks at the old dragon's face, smiling.]

If there was one thing I wanted immortalized, [Venti tells him quietly,] it was how much you meant to me. That it also served to inspire and touch the hearts of others was just the cherry on top.

[He kisses Zhongli's lips again, but briefly this time. Yet it's no less warm for it.]

What can I say? You've been my favorite muse for a very long time, and you still continue to be.