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Xiao's eyes stagger up, facing Venti, resting on his lap as the blood pours from the side of him onto the archon. His mask cracking, but continuing to reside on his face. The wind picks up, slowly drifting it off his face. Tear stain the archons face, dripping drop by drop onto Xiao. Xiao's arm flinches lightly, dragging it up, trying to wipe the archons tears off, softly smiling before dropping his hand. Venti reaches to put it back up, gently placing caressing it, keeping his hold both on the poor conqueror's hand and shoulders.
Xiao speaks, threatening to spill, "sing for me once more?" a gleam smirk spreads across his face before his eyes drop a bit.
A smile cracks on the gods face, threatening to fall, nodding before quietly singing. Rivers continuing to leak through his eyes.
As the archon sings, the smile drops off the yaksha's face, leaving a water-stained path, the face unraveling into a peaceful state. The body releasing the tension, head lays limp. Venti continues to sing, his voice breaking between sobs. The yaksha getting the peaceful rest he never gotten, quietly muttering, "thank you" so quiet, even the stillness of the breeze would be deafening compared. The once, warm and living body becomes still and lifeless, arms that once wiped away the tears from the Archons face drop, head lulling to the side. Blood continuing to drip onto the lap of the god, the once thriving hair, dropped into a heavy stillness, the bard leans his head onto Xiao's, keeping him close.
Slowly, the mask gleams a bright cyan, small cracks and shatters litter the mask before fizzling out into motionless air. Fingers start to become translucent as they fly away, his legs glistened with hues of teal, crackling away. The face ending last as the body fully dissolving into the wind, leaving the bard empty with no remembrance of the Yaksha, drifting away.
Venti drags his head to look up, watching as the bright teal, undertones with a gruesome black drift around his fingers before floating towards the gray-filled sky, leaving a singular aqua-stained jade in its stead, engraved with a feather pattern. Delicately, picking up the jade tracing his finger, continuing to stare up at the clouds as an ocean discolors the skin, exuding from his eyes. The wind continuing to stay calm, not even a thought nor a prayer came, as if the whole of Teyvat knew what happened. The ground surrounding stayed still, no animal nor plant moved, deep crimson stained the bard and the land around.
Something white catches the bards eyes. Steadily, a flower glides down. One similar to the ones at starnatch cliff, except it has more petals. Venti carefully lets it fall onto the palm of his hand, staring at it, feebly letting his fingers unearth the petals and steam. unknowing of what to do with it having a secret wish, but knowing it wont come true. He delicately carves out a hole, placing the flower into it. Hoping one day, it can grow and cover the whole field, coloring this once strain filled battle ground into a life filled field.