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“I don't know how this is supposed to help me.” Lohen frowned as he removed his clothes layer after layer, forgetting only his choker and thigh harness.
“Sex, or at least, even climaxing, helps calm the mind down,” Varka replied, unsure where to look. Thus, he decided to stare at the still-healing cut that went up Lohen's ribs. "And going slow, I suppose it's a way for your thoughts to take a rest."
He'd seen the other knight nude several times. It wasn't all that surprising with the limited resources at the Keep that many knights ended up washing up together whenever time permitted. It stung a little when he realized he'd never seen Lohen nude, given how rushed their moments were.
“Are you uncomfortable?” Varka asked.
“Being nude?” Lohen questioned as he glanced down at his own body as though he was looking at it after quite a while. “I don't think I am. At least, not in front of you.”
Varka inhaled deeply. He was down to his inner layers, consisting of a loose black tunic and equally loose slacks, and sat back on his cot as Lohen stood naked in front of him. But still, if he were in Lohen’s position, the difference would have been jarring. “Come here,” he beckoned.
Lohen walked over and, instead of sitting next to Varka or anywhere else, sat down on Varka's lap. The action made Varka's hands hover in the air, hesitant, unsure whether to hold Lohen back. That seemed inappropriate, didn't it? when it wasn't accompanied by the haze of the moment.
“If you don't want to do it, Grandmaster, no one's forcing you,” Lohen said plainly, mirroring Varka's earlier proposal. “I don’t know where you got that idea anyway.”
“Mhm, I think that's for me to decide, no?”
Lohen frowned, his brows creasing as he looked up at Varka with his arms folded across his chest. “I just don't get what you're supposed to derive from this. I mean, unless you're into seeing others derive pleasure while just sitting there, Grandmaster—”
“Varka,” Varka corrected and finally held Lohen. He let one arm rest at the younger man's lower back and the other on his knees. “It feels like you're trying to get me to feel moral guilt by calling me that, Lohen.”
“Do you?”
“Hm?”
“Do you feel moral guilt?”
Varka inhaled sharply and ran his hand up Lohen's back. “That would just bring a rouse out of you, wouldn't it?”
“Mhm, how well you know me, Varka,” Lohen whispered as he leaned his weight against Varka.
Had this been anyone else, Varka would have been terrified. For all he knew, he was like a see-through page to Lohen, something flimsy and crumpled that was willing to fold and wither just because Lohen let it.
The entire ordeal had started with the exact injury on Lohen's ribs, the narrow cut that stretched from the last of his ribs and right over his heart. Varka had been there when a ratniki had brought Lohen back to the Keep and had relayed that Lohen's injury had been caused by the Wild Hunt.
Seeing so much blood and Lohen's near-lifeless face had done something to Varka's brain. Maybe it was because he was all too suddenly struck with the idea that he could easily lose Lohen and not have an idea until he found the body weeks later. It wasn't that this was a revelation by any means since the fear always took a small part of his heart, but seeing it nearly come true was enough for his heart to feel as though it'd been pierced all at once.
Varka swallowed and wrapped his arms around the smaller man, unable to help himself. Beneath his many titles and years of experience, he was but a mere man. A man who yearned and dreamed to protect his homeland and people, and his own heart all the same.
“Varka?” Lohen asked quietly, surprised.
Varka pressed his face into the crook of Lohen's neck and kissed his pulse point gently. “Will you let me do this?” he questioned. “Once I start, you can't question how I show my love to you. But you are allowed to tell me to stop.”
“Bring on the worst,” Lohen huffed.
Varka lightly cupped Lohen’s face in one hand. “That is the thing, Lohen. This isn’t a competition, and neither is it about hurting you.” Lohen looked away, and Varka couldn’t help but smile as he felt Lohen’s cheeks warm under his touch. “I shall ask you for permission once more.”
“Don’t act like this is our first time, old man,” Lohen huffed. “You’ve had me numerous times.”
“And I’m at fault for not having loved you appropriately.” Varka let go of Lohen’s face and took the younger man’s hand into his to kiss his knuckles. “Forgive me.”
Lohen seemed conflicted, but he didn’t argue. “Whatever. You have my consent. Or whatever.”
Varka hummed and moved to kiss Lohen softly. He trailed his hand up Lohen’s thigh until his fingers found purchase at Lohen’s waist, pulling his knight impossibly close to him. “Mhm,” Lohen hummed as his own hands looped around Varka’s neck, attempting to pull him closer.
“You can be a bit rougher,” Lohen said quietly when they parted.
Varka raised his brow and moved Lohen until the younger man was lying on the Grandmaster’s mattress. Lohen's hair halloed out over the pillows while he sultrily spread his legs and dragged Varka closer by his collar. “You are terrible at following instructions.”
“Fuck me.”
“Soon,” Varka promised, leaning over Lohen before he dipped his head down to press his lips to Lohen’s neck. He suckled on the pale skin softly while Lohen tilted his head away, giving Varka access.
“What happened to your rule of no marks?”
“Things change,” Varka replied, sucking a lovebite into Lohen’s skin before moving to another expanse of skin.
“This is too slow.”
“We can stop if you want.”
Lohen bit down hard on his lower lip, and Varka immediately moved his hand to pry the soft skin away from the grasp of Lohen’s teeth. “What is it?” Lohen asked irritably.
“Why can’t you go a moment without causing yourself pain?” Varka questioned, a frown playing at his lips. “Just, at least for the next thirty minutes, let me show you that you don’t have to constantly be in pain to find relief.”
Lohen swallowed hard. “I don’t want to do this anymore.”
“Okay.”
“Okay?” Lohen asked as Varka withdrew from his body. “What do you mean by ‘okay’?!”
“I’m listening to you,” Varka replied. Whilst it hurt him to part so prematurely, Lohen’s wishes came before his own.
Lohen sat up and glared at Varka. “What is wrong with you?” he asked. “Are you in some guilty conscience that you need to fix whatever… this is to feel better? Is that it?”
“No—”
“Then just fuck me,” Lohen hissed. “Just do it, stop playing at whatever it is you’re doing. I don’t need you to be soft on me! I don’t need whatever glass treatment you are intent on giving. Just use me—”
Yet, Lohen’s voice dissolved on its own when he noticed the sad smile that had plastered itself on Varka’s face. Maybe he seemed to hear the irony in his own words, or Varka must’ve really looked like a kicked animal.
They weren’t anything with a title, but Varka could easily open a novel with their story. They weren’t fully colleagues, they weren’t fully friends, they weren’t at all lovers. They were just people who had spent a couple of nights together; they were just people who sought each other at the end of long expeditions.
Titles were hard. They came with responsibilities and weights that brought forth the ugly side of people.
Lohen stared at Varka. “What do you want from me?” he asked quietly.
He seemed so small like this, and Varka exhaled softly as he removed his shirt and offered it to Lohen. The knight stared at the garment before he put it on and drew his knees to his chest. “I don’t want to lose you,” Varka said honestly.
Had Varka been stronger, no, had he been brave, he would have said so much more. I need you, I need you so much I should be executed for such a desire. I love you, I love you, is that so wrong? Is it so wrong that I want to keep you by my side? That I want to love you and keep loving you the way you deserve?
“I’m not going to die, Varka.”
“Do you say that as a fact or to quell this fear in my heart?” Varka questioned.
Lohen opened his mouth and closed it. “And here, I thought the great Knight of Boreus felt no fear whatsoever.”
“I fear losing you.”
“Why are you being so honest?” Lohen asked. “Have you eaten those funny kuuvahki plants? It’s almost as if you love me.”
Almost.
Varka crossed his legs on the bed and simply blinked at Lohen. Was there anything he could say to tell Lohen how right he was? Almost. That was right, Varka almost loved him for a long time before he’d come to the realization that losing Lohen was as easy as almost slipping on the wet floors of the cathedral.
It didn’t matter how devout you were; at times, it didn’t even matter how cautiously you walked on the marble. All it took was one slip, and you were falling headfirst onto the floor. Dying and losing someone was just that easy.
Losing Crepus was that easy; not seeing Eroch’s schemes was that easy.
To lose Lohen to a gruesome death seemed easier, somehow, maybe it was because Varka had put the almost behind him.
Honesty could potentially ruin whatever they’d built up until now. It could draw a chasm between something precious and leave it scathed for an eternity. But at the same time, Varka felt so lost. How could he possibly keep pretending?
“Varka?” Lohen asked, a sort of urgency slipping into his voice.
Varka pinched his skin as he opened his mouth. “I do,” he whispered. “I do love you.”
Lohen audibly exhaled before laughing lightly. “You don’t.”
“What do you need me to do to prove it to you?”
Lohen opened his mouth, but no words fell out as he simply stared at the older man in disbelief. “You can’t,” Lohen spoke at the end of his breath.
Oh, Lohen. Varka sometimes wished that too. It would be easier that way. In such a case, he wouldn’t have to worry about Lohen not returning after his self-declared expeditions on time, and he wouldn’t lose sleep when he’d hear news of injured knights arriving in the Keep.
Loving was easy and a lot like keeping a small candle lit; he’d learned that early on. But keeping that little flame alive was tedious and strenuous when you were one with the wind. And even harder when that flame burned with someone as cold as ice.
“Forgive me, Lohen,” Varka muttered, ducking his head in shame. “I seemed to have overstepped my bounds.”
Lohen bit down hard on his lower lip, and Varka automatically moved to stop him. Lohen caught his wrist then and nuzzled his face into Varka's hand like a little bunny. “I’d only bring you agony regardless of whether I reciprocate or not.”
“I can take it.”
“I don’t want you to.”
“If you need different ways to get your frustration out, you can take it out on me. I want you to take it on me rather than yourself.”
Varka supposed his guilt ran far deeper than he’d anticipated. When he’d first met Lohen, it was when he’d knighted Lohen at fifteen. The next time he’d met him was when he’d found the knight bleeding out near a statue of Barbatos, he’d asked the medics to take a look and had found out that, aside from what seemed to be an injury sustained by a mitachurl’s ax, there were a dozen scars littered across the knight’s lower body.
While most of them had been old and caused with medical precision almost as though he'd been experimented on, others had to be self-inflicted.
Varka remembered being the one who’d asked Lohen if he was angry or hurt, he could take out any threats surrounding the city rather than inflict harm upon himself.
Those words seemed hollow as he desperately wished to take them back. After all, fighting was another way Lohen was inherently hurting himself, wasn't it? Even when they slept together, Lohen always wanted Varka to be rough with him. It was as if he needed to feel pain to survive.
“You speak as if you’re any better than me, Grandmaster,” Lohen replied bitterly.
Varka tried to counter, but Lohen interjected. “You are amazing at evading your duties, but you never truly let go of your people. Do not forget that you pushed me, and a hundred other knights of the Expeditionary Force, away from Nod Krai and were ready to die for this Nation, which isn’t even your home!
“Let that sink in, Varka. This isn’t the first time you’ve done something like this too! You have no reason to question my morale when you don’t have the guts to change your own self-sacrificial tendencies! You think the knights want to lose you?” Lohen heaved his breath.
“Lohen…”
“I might enjoy partaking in eccentricities, but I have a conscience as well! Did you even know I was allergic to dandelions?” Lohen squeezed Varka’s wrist hard. “Yet, I know you need someone to keep watch so you can drink, so I stick around. I drink timely because I know you hate drinking alone. You can’t just… you can’t just develop a conscience one day and decide that you want to fix your wrongs.”
Varka swallowed quietly as he pulled Lohen into a tight embrace. “Forgive me.”
Lohen shook his head. “I’d die for you. I am your arrow, Grandmaster. You can’t tell me to stop.”
Varka pressed his face into the crook of Lohen’s neck as he ran a hand down the younger man’s back. “I can. I bestowed that title on you.”
“That’s childish. You are taking my honor away,” Lohen chuckled wetly as he sniffled. “You’re awful.”
Varka closed his eyes and stayed quiet for a while, simply running his hand up and down in a comforting motion. “You are right,” he admitted quietly.
“About?”
“Developing a conscience.”
“Which told you to be soft with me?”
“You deserve kindness, Lohen,” Varka affirmed. “It’s just that… When I saw you lying in the medic’s cabin, so lifeless and small, I… It struck me how fickle life really is. Lohen, we are in foreign lands, as children of Barbatos, who do you think looks over us other than each other?”
“You put too much faith in that lousy God.”
“If you were to jump off a cliff back in Mondstadt, I can affirm that Barbatos would bring the winds to guide you to safety,” Varka muttered. Though Varka could understand Lohen’s sentiment. If the younger man knew that Venti, the drunkard bard, was the Anemo archon, his agnosticism would take a turn for Barbatos knew where.
Lohen didn’t say anything in response to that for a moment. “Albeit, you don’t have to treat me with such fragility. I feel fine, sated even, after our usual… times.”
Varka could feel his face heat up a little, and he simply laughed, unable to help himself. “Is that so?”
“Mhm,” Lohen hummed. “You'd better finish what you started.”
“Is that a threat?” Varka teased, yet found himself flipped over by Lohen with remarkable ease.
Lohen straddled Varka’s middle and blew his bangs out of his eyes. “Do you want it to be? You got me naked and then emotional. I need to get this out of my system. Either you do something, or I’ll go give Illuga company—mhph!”
Varka turned them over with ease, catching Lohen’s wrists into one hand and pinning them above his head. He dipped his head down to kiss Lohen deeply. It wasn’t lost on him that the crux of this encounter had been to go slow, but having Lohen prod at his own hypocrisy did wonders.
“Hah,” Lohen breathed when Varka pulled away. “I prepared earlier. Just fuck me.”
“Did you not retain a single ounce of what I’d said earlier, you brat?” Varka asked.
“I get it, you love me, so now fuck me,” Lohen grumbled, wrapping his legs around Varka’s hips, trying to prompt him to come closer.
Varka sighed as he traced his other hand down Lohen’s body until it found purchase at the younger man’s lithe waist. “You could try asking nicely.”
“You need me to wax poetry about how much I want your cock in me, you old man?” Lohen pursed his lips when Varka didn’t admonish him for his crudeness. “Fine, will you make love to me, Sir Varka?”
“That’s good—”
“ —make your little subordinate see Elysium—”
Varka brought his hand to Lohen’s mouth. “That’s enough.”
Lohen licked Varka’s palm before suckling on it playfully, holding eye contact with Varka all the same. Varka felt heat simmer in his lower stomach as Lohen moved his mouth to take one of Varka's fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip before sucking it in.
“I can say more,” Lohen muttered, pushing Varka's fingers to the corner of his mouth. “Make me forget, if you can, what it means to hurt.”
Varka lightly pushed his fingers into Lohen's mouth, then built a steady pace until Lohen gagged on them lightly. He leaned down and pushed his shirt up Lohen's body, relishing in seeing Lohen nude.
At times like these, when all he needed was one hand to hold Lohen down, he was almost reminded of a doll. Lohen was much smaller than him, and if Varka tried (which he had), he could easily wrap both his hands around Lohen’s waist and bend him to his pleasure.
“You're eyefucking me again,” Lohen complained.
Varka sighed as he let go of Lohen entirely. He took out the small vial of oil in his pocket and placed it on the bed before he moved to strip out of his pants. And of course, Lohen, being as impatient as he was, picked the bottle up and opened its cork with his mouth before drizzling it on his fingers.
Call Varka biased, but a petulant act, even as such made him feel endeared, especially when Lohen had to push the sleeves of Varka’s shirt back so he could use his hands.
Varka huffed in amusement as Lohen locked eyes with him and reached a slicked-up finger to circle his rim. He was already hard, either from the promise of Varka being rough with him or from the simple ego trip.
The Grandmaster let Lohen have his fill of trying to rile up Varka, and while a younger part of him (metaphorically) would have felt almost intimidated, he felt much more fond. Once Lohen's fingers slowed down, clearly cramping after having gone two fingers in, Varka crawled over him, took the bottle, covered his fingers with enough oil, and trailed his hand down Lohen’s body until his fingers found Lohen’s hole.
“Finally,” Lohen hissed when Varka pushed a finger as Lohen took his out. “I thought you’d come just looking at me.”
“I could,” Varka mused.
“You’re such a cuck,” Lohen laughed, then immediately gasped when Varka’s finger found his prostate.
Varka leaned over Lohen and raised his brows as he scissored his fingers within the smaller man. “Anything else?”
“Ah, ah! Screw your memory!”
“Oh?” Varka purposely evaded Lohen’s prostate and watched him deflate with a whimper. He added a third finger as well.
“Varka, put it in.” Lohen covered his face with one hand while his other hand grabbed Varka’s forearm, his fingers not truly circling the whole of the muscle but determined to push Varka’s away.
Varka hummed and pulled his fingers out, admiring the soft whimper Lohen let out and grabbed the bottle and poured the remaining oil all over his cock. “Okay?” he checked.
“Grandmaster,” Lohen groaned, kicking Varka’s back with his heel. “Do you need me to beg? Please, just, fuck me.”
And fuck if Varka’s cock didn’t twitch in his hold. Varka felt his face heat up at the obscenity of the words Lohen had just spoken. He grabbed Lohen’s thigh and pulled him closer so he could tease the tip of his cock over Lohen’s hole.
It was so easy for him to just bend Lohen in half and tuck him away from the world. Varka kissed over Lohen’s chest, laving his tongue over a nipple and dragging it along until he dipped it right into Lohen’s mouth. The younger man sucked around his tongue greedily, whining when Varka started to push in.
“Shhh,” Varka hushed, not really wanting Lohen to stop whimpering. “I’ve got you, breathe.”
It was always like this, no matter the times they’ve had sex, except for the first time. The ‘first time’ had happened after Lohen had finally managed to crawl under Varka’s skin when the Grandmaster had been drinking, a simple, solitary punishment had fallen into Lohen being pinned down to Varka’s bed.
It wasn’t Varka’s proudest moment since he’d only later learned that it had been Lohen’s actual first time, and he’d taken it so roughly. But somehow, after that, Lohen simply kept gravitating around Varka whenever the Grandmaster grew stressed. Almost as if he was offering himself up as a tool for Varka to use.
“Ah,” Lohen gasped as Varka pushed halfway in. The latter pulled back to see Lohen’s flushed face. His eyes seemed to have already glazed over with a look of lust, and a thin line of spit connected their lips. “Dear Barbatos, you’re big.”
Varka chuckled, cradling Lohen’s jaw. “Not even halfway there, mein hasi, you can take it though, right?”
Lohen sucked in a breath. “Yeah. Yeah, I can.”
“Good boy,” Varka whispered, pushing in slowly whilst sucking hickies into Lohen’s neck and under his jaw until he bottomed out.
“Ngh,” Lohen moaned, his hand automatically flying to cover his stomach, to feel Varka’s cock making an indent in his lithe waist. “So deep. Fuck. I can feel you at the back of my throat.”
“Yeah?” Varka asked, breathing heavily. “Can I move?”
“Yeah, ah, move.”
Varka pulled out a little and pushed back in, just to get a rhythm started. Lohen immediately gripped his arms, inhaling sharply. “Hey, breathe with me,” Varka said mildly, using one hand to dip his thumb into Lohen’s mouth. “You don’t have to rush this.”
Lohen’s eyes fluttered closed and open as he sucked lightly on the finger. For a couple of seconds, he said nothing, just blinked at Varka like he was solving a puzzle that had enraptured him far too long ago. Then he nodded. “I’m okay.”
For some reason, that felt like the most honest thing Lohen had said in a while. “Okay,” Varka said softly as he kissed Lohen once more before moving. “Mhm, you’re being an awful lot obedient today.”
Before Lohen could answer, Varka pulled out and slammed back in. Lohen gasped as he threw his head back, and Varka wasted no time in adding more lovebites as he continued at a steady pace.
“Good, Varka, nhgh, so good,” Lohen babbled. “More, I—”
Lohen’s lips parted in a delirious moan, but Varka cut him off with an aggressive kiss, swallowing the sounds as he angled his hips to press against Lohen's sweet spot with every pass. Leaning down for the kiss had bent Lohen even further in half, but he barely seemed to notice, so lost in the pleasure of Varka's cock that he didn't even acknowledge the burn in his muscles.
From this new angle, Varka's stomach rubbed against Lohen's neglected cock, causing a shudder to run through Lohen's body. As much as Varka loved to make Lohen come on just his cock when he behaved irrationally, he felt a lot kinder today. Reluctantly, he straightened up, though he did not stop his brutal thrusts.
Below him, Lohen was an absolute mess. His hair was in disarray, and his beautiful face was covered in sweat and spit, with even more dripping down his chin as he struggled to breathe. He couldn't even moan anymore, with how little air he had left after Varka's kiss.
“Mein hasi,” Varka grunted as he ran his hands up Lohen’s thighs and put his calves over his shoulders. “I would keep you here forever if I could.”
It was a selfish thought, one that would have had his younger self afraid. Because how could devotion feel like this, too?
“Varka,” Lohen muttered as he reached one hand up to cup the side of Varka’s face. “Varka, Varka, Varka.”
Varka inhaled sharply and slowed his thrusts a little to simply lean down so Lohen could run his hands all over his face before they gravitated to his back, nails finding purchase on clear skin.
“Ah! I, ngh, it's not fair,” Lohen gasped. “I want to love you too.”
Varka grunted at that, feeling the heat in his stomach coil at such a blatant confession.
“But I,” Lohen whimpered as he dragged his nails down Varka's back at a particularly harsh thrust. “I don't know how.”
“You do,” Varka assured, kissing Lohen's face. “You love me best, mein hasi, I, ah, wouldn't change it for anything.”
Lohen blinked at him before breaking into a breathtaking smile that almost pushed Varka over the edge, had it not been for his impeccable control. “Can I say I love you?” Lohen whispered before keening when Varka continued aiming at his prostate. “I, ah Varka! I, I've never said that to anyone!”
“Neither, fuck, mein hasi, have I,” Varka grunted. “Lohen, I'm close.”
“Ah, ah, same! Ngh, come in me, won't you, grandmaster?” Lohen asked between moans. "Fuck, breed me."
Varka hit the side of Lohen's thigh. “Hah, you brat,” he grunted.
Varka pinned Lohen's hands above his head as he thrusted in deep, and used his other hand to run his thumb over Lohen's nipple. “Varka, I, fuck,” Lohen babbled, then threw his head back as he came with a loud whimper.
The sudden tightening made Varka fold Lohen into a mating press as he buried his face in Lohen's shoulder and came deep. Lohen whimpered at the feeling of Varka filling him up, clawing at his back as he helped Varka ride out the high by grinding into him.
“I love you, mein hasi,” Varka whispered, kissing all the skin his lips could reach, hardly mentally coherent enough to realize Lohen was giggling a little. He felt lightheaded, or as though some form of physical debt was lifted off his shoulders. He ran his hands over Lohen’s body again, wishing to feel all the skin for himself.
“Varka,” Lohen muttered, catching Varka’s face between his hands. “I never took you for the possessive type.”
Lohen’s words seemed to have yanked Varka out of whatever headspace he’d been floating on and forced him to look down at Lohen’s body. Reddening lovebites etched most of Lohen’s neck and chest, promising fresh bruises for the next day, appearing as though Lohen had been mauled by a beast in heat.
“Oh,” he breathed as he began moving away.
Lohen’s feet locked behind his back while his hands grasped Varka’s shoulders. “Don’t,” he muttered. “Don’t pull out. I want to feel you tomorrow morning too.”
“I have to clean you up—”
Lohen cut him off with a kiss. “Leave it be, it’s evidence that this was real.” Lohen lifted Varka's shirt, which had bunched up near his pits and dropped it down on his cum covered stomach. "Done."
"You worry me. Yet, I can't help it either." Varka buried his face in Lohen’s neck and inhaled the scent of frostlamp and sweat and himself. He wrapped his arms around Lohen and carefully maneuvered them until he was lying down with Lohen on top.
Lohen blinked down at him, not really reaching past his chest. “Still feel guilty?”
“Not much,” Varka replied, kissing Lohen’s forehead. “Do you want me to?”
“For having fucked your subordinate,” Lohen said slyly.
Varka ruffled Lohen’s hair. “You little rascal.”
Lohen yawned and rested his ear right over Varka’s heart. “Yeah? I’m dein hasi, aren’t I?”
Varka didn’t respond with words; he just let his hand rest on Lohen’s back, lightly massaging the skin there. Lohen hummed and nipped at Varka’s bare skin instead.
While the initial worry had subsided, it didn't ease the fear that still plagued Varka's heart. After all, they were knights, and their duty always came before any attachments. He couldn't tell Lohen not to put himself in danger as a part of being a leader clearly entailed taking care of one's subordinates.
Varka blinked when he heard soft whistle-like breathing and looked down to see Lohen had dozed off with his arms around Varka's body.
If not stop, Varka supposed he could try moderating it to some extent. After all, once they were back in Mondstadt, he'd at least know where Lohen would venture off to if he met up for drinks every night with Venti.
Varka used his anemo to blow out most of lamps in the room and left a single one by the entrance. He used his hand to push the hair out of Lohen's eyes and smiled fondly. He leaned down to kiss Lohen's forehead. "Sleep well, mein hasi."