Considering the fact that countless worlds seem to pass through here, it only makes sense for there to be more literature to keep.
[Teyvat has a lot of things, but in the end it is still just one world. This place, however, is far more than that. And there are good things about it as well as bad, but the important thing is that they are managing, the best that they can.
He gives Kaveh's hand a squeeze, eyes looking across the horizon as he feels the warmth of the sun, and of his husband next to him. It's times like these where its almost hard to remember that they were little more than estranged strangers to each other not so long ago—a year is not that long of a time, after all. But what they've managed to build here, together and for each other... he knows he will fight with everything he has to keep it, gods or powers above be damned. He will fight destiny and fate itself if he has to, if that is what it takes to keep these memories that he now has.]
Kaveh. [He murmurs, after a long period of silence, his eyes still fixed on the horizon that's spread beyond them. And regardless of if his senior does turn around to look at him, he continues on speaking.] I love you.
[There are many other things he can tack to that, countless declarations and feelings and everything else that all the words of Teyvat and even other worlds will not be enough to express entirely. So he will stick with those three words that Kaveh knows best, the words that he knows his senior had once waited so patiently for him to say—and he will say it again and again, as many times as it takes, until everything that he wants to impart is finally understood in their entirety.]
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[Teyvat has a lot of things, but in the end it is still just one world. This place, however, is far more than that. And there are good things about it as well as bad, but the important thing is that they are managing, the best that they can.
He gives Kaveh's hand a squeeze, eyes looking across the horizon as he feels the warmth of the sun, and of his husband next to him. It's times like these where its almost hard to remember that they were little more than estranged strangers to each other not so long ago—a year is not that long of a time, after all. But what they've managed to build here, together and for each other... he knows he will fight with everything he has to keep it, gods or powers above be damned. He will fight destiny and fate itself if he has to, if that is what it takes to keep these memories that he now has.]
Kaveh. [He murmurs, after a long period of silence, his eyes still fixed on the horizon that's spread beyond them. And regardless of if his senior does turn around to look at him, he continues on speaking.] I love you.
[There are many other things he can tack to that, countless declarations and feelings and everything else that all the words of Teyvat and even other worlds will not be enough to express entirely. So he will stick with those three words that Kaveh knows best, the words that he knows his senior had once waited so patiently for him to say—and he will say it again and again, as many times as it takes, until everything that he wants to impart is finally understood in their entirety.]