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What can one do, when one comes into knowledge that one will die in a hundred days?
To, Morax, my dearest, my first and my last love.
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The first day, I will bring you a bottle of osmanthus wine, and we can watch the sunset together.
The second day, I will try to draw. A painting of us on a mountain looking over Liyue, with your signature I faked on the bottom.
The third day, I will make you a new geo vision, so that when your current one got worn out over time, you don't have to make it without me by your side.
The fourth day, I will make you a flower crown out of Cecilias. Perhaps one day you'll look back and remember, those were once my favourite.
The fifth day, I will play you a song. A soft tune, memorable enough that maybe you can find comfort in it, and like me a little bit more.
The sixth day, I will bring you to Mondstadt. We can visit Stormterror's Lair, and I can tell you about the story of a brave bard and his friends, fighting against a tyrant god.
The seventh day, I will write. I will write several letters, one to you, one to Makoto, one to Rukkhadevata, one to Egeria, one to Xbalanque and one to Belyi Tsar. You know, I might get the chance to deliver it to them when I leave you too.
The eighth day, I will sit by you and watch you closely. The colour of your eyes, the style of your hair, the clothing you wear.
Morax, will you remember me when I am gone?
The ninth day, I will not meet you. If I do stay too much, you might find me annoying. I will sit inside Angel's Share and drink alone, hoping it all is just a dream.
The tenth day, I will fall asleep against you, possibly crying like an idiot. I will see the sweetest of dreams, laying on the safest place in the world.
The eleventh day, I will convince Madam Ping to gift me an Adepti Realm, and spend the entire day filling it with flowers.
The twelfth day, I will rearrange the mansion the adepti built for you. You don't live there much anyways, a few changes wouldn't hurt.
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The twenty-seventh day, I will braid your tied hair, just to feel you relax against my hands.
Your hair has always been so soft, but I guess I was just too shy before to notice.
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The thirty-fourth day, I will ask you for a contract. I will sing you a song, and one day, you will have to fulfill one of my request, no matter how unreasonable or ridiculous it is.
No matter what it is, Morax.
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The fourty-eighth day. It will be Lantern Rite, I will visit Liyue and treat you to a simple dinner.
And I will quietly cherish this moment as the lanterns light up your smile.
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The fifthty-fourth day. I will make you a small dragon-shaped bracelet and force you to wear it.
You will probably throw it away after I am gone, but that's fine by me, as long as I can see it on your wrist the day I die.
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The sixty-sixth day. I will make up an excuse to try on Liyuen robes, spinning around and look at myself in the mirror.
I wonder, if we had the time to get married, would I look good in scarlet robes?
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The seventy-ninth, day. I will leave my hat on your bed along with a few music sheets.
That way, perhaps I wouldn't fade as fast in your memory. Take everything that is mine, Morax, for you have already taken my love.
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The eighty-two day. I'm tired. I'm tired, Morax. I wanted to tell you. I really. Really.
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The eighty-three, day. I will arrive at your door with a bouquet of fresh flowers. I will tell you how I want my grave to be decorated.
You will look at me weirdly, and I would reply that we're old, we should plan these things ahead.
After all, who knows when one would be burying the other?
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The ninety-fifth day. I will sit by your side, and tell you everything. I will go on and on about my favourite Liyuen cuisine, the colour I loved most, how pleasant I find the breeze, and most important of all, how I felt when we first met.
Even if you didn't pay that much attention, the lines you'll carve on my grave should be just slightly more accurate.
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The hundreth day. My last day.
And suddenly we were sitting ontop of a cliff looking over Liyue, osmanthus wine in hand.
I felt a bit drunk, and took your hand in mine.
"What is this, Barbatos?" Morax asks, a little sarcasm laced with confusion.
"..." The other god lets out a giggle, and looked into amber eyes. Behind that look a thousand years of longing, a thousand years of unsaid things he will never get to tell.
"A promise."
"Are you signing a contract with me?" A hint of a smile crossed Morax's lips.
Oh, how my chest ached.
Morax, I want to confess. I really do.
I want to tell you everything that I have never gathered the courage to. In the end, I am still a coward afterall.
"I promised myself," But I will not.
Do not mourn me like you have many others, Morax.
Because I am a selfish and useless god that chose to hurt you.
"That I will still love you in every lifetime that I can afford."
Morax, please do not forget me.
Remember that I once existed in your world. That once, I have loved you with every single moment that I lived.
Remember that I have spent my last moments in a warm place, with the man I cared for most in this world.
"So you have to do the same for me."
Because I died the happiest I could ever be.
Farewell, Morax.
My dearest, my first and my last love.
"That, is my final demand to you."
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