Mr don't ask about my hobbies unless you wanna fight POV:
"Xiaooo~" no fuck no please help, I should've stayed in liyue please kill me. "No." I am not dealing with this drunkard today.
I am now in his room dealing with him. Send help. It's no longer funny, it never was. I am going to write a letter and put in a bottle. I saw it once while adventuring in that cold mountain area with lots of snow. Venti laughed at me for eating the snow. It's the only thing I can stomach other than almond tofu. Asshole. He wouldn't get it, that mother fucker didn't fight in the archon war. Lucky bitch.
"Xiao." He sounds serious. He's still drunk, this cannot be a good sign. "You're very cute." I was right. He's putting his arms around my neck and hugging me. This feels nice. Hugs are, ah forget it. Right now the main priority is to get barba- uh venti back home and in bed where it's safe. He shouldn't be getting drunk so often, what if someone tries to hurt him? He's a god, he needs to be more careful, everything he does it reckless, useless, and irresponsible.
We're now sleeping, but this time it's different. I actually feel tired. He learned how to make me sleep, and this time there was no gap between us. In fact I don't think he could come any closer even if he tried. It feels good to have someone to touch you. I guess touch deprivation is a real thing .
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Xiaoven angst REWRITING
FantasyI promise I'll find a better title, the story is about Xiao meeting the archon who had saved his life, but he ends up liking him to much, and the bard isn't one who likes to stay in the same place for too long. Only the plot is mine, the characters...
