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The sky was moonless, unfortunately. Varka liked to watch the clouds change but could not completely hide the moon behind them.
Everything was extremely unclear, unclear hints and glances from his own archon, who was not an easy task to understand.
Barbatos was a good archon, not the one you want to see so as not to be disappointed, but the one that the residents of Mondstat continue to love.
Venti was a regular at bars, and the most devoted fan of drinking. If Varka had lived as long as he did, he would hardly have been as sober in life as he is now.
But sober is said rather ironically, he was drunk, with something that is forbidden, taboo.
- Well, don't be silent, - Venti chuckled immediately covering his grin with a glass of wine, another drinking bout with the archon after a "long" separation. Venti invited all his friends to it, but only Varka always came.
—...
This time he couldn't find what to answer, to be sarcastic or continue this meaningless conversation? And again a dead end, again someone else's eyes in which it was not clear what to look for in order to satisfy his own curiosity.
—If only .. —Venti did not have time to finish speaking, being quickly shut up by a kiss, caught off guard he stared at Varka in shock.
A whole minute that seemed like an eternity, silence and the sounds of a kiss, an empty bar and a bartender who did not care about them.
They had already gotten used to touching each other without words, Varka considered this the most trust and proof of warm feelings between them.
—Feel better? —Varka rested his forehead against Venti's, breathing heavily, both of them looked like they had run all over Mondstadt, red and sweaty..
—Very, I think I've sobered up. —Barbatos, squeezed in someone else's embrace, smiled strangely and too slyly, occasionally stroking Varka's back.
—Let's get out of here. —Venti looked around, the bar was already boring him, as was his beloved drink.
Varka nodded, getting up but continuing to hold the archon's hand tightly, he had already learned to allow himself tenderness towards someone.
They were already outside the Mondstadt, on some hill where the moon was finally visible. This was their almost special place, considering that by the will of fate they often met here.
Venti sang something almost in a whisper, sometimes glancing at Varka, who was staring at him.
—It's almost a lullaby. — Varka leaned back, lying on the ground.
— Really? — Venti smiled his carefree smile, making something in Varka's chest clench.
— I love your voice.
— You make me embarrassed. — Venti rolled his eyes, pretending that the compliment did not affect him at all, he lay down next to her, resting his head on Varka's hand, who was already lying with his eyes closed.
Night, rare sounds of nature and quiet snoring nearby. Is this paradise? Venti did not know, running his hand through his blond hair, he was scrolling through all the important moments in his life in his head. And in almost every one of them, Varka was present.
His smile was visible in every landscape, his touch was felt in every pleasant breath of wind, as if Varka was a god, not him at all.
Or maybe it is.