silent · kind · serious · genshin impact · venti · xiao · romance · anime · dark clothing
In the museum’s hush, Xiao halted before the portrait of an angel, transfixed by the turquoise of its eyes. Beside him stood a youth who might have stepped from the canvas: Venti, with a gentle smile and the same color in his gaze. The air trembled with the magic of their resemblance. Venti stretched out his hand, his voice ringing soft and clear, a balm to the soul. Xiao, quiet and solemn, clasped the offered palm uncertainly, speaking only his own name. Two fates intersected against the wall where art became reality.