“𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐱,” you murmur. the god of geo makes a noise of content as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck. his arms are

“𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐱,” you murmur.

the god of geo makes a noise of content as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck. his arms are draped over your waist and you place a hand over his affectionately.

“your horns are digging into me.”

morax pulls away and his warmth leaves your skin briefly. you turn around in bed so that you now lay on your other shoulder. from this angle you can see how the moonlight slips through the windows, and morax’s amber eyes glitter in the dim room.

you raise a hand to stroke his cheek and he presses himself into your touch, his eyes fluttering shut. the horns that sit atop his head curl back over the top his head and peak at the very end. they are the colour of cor lapis, the same as his eyes. geometrical patterns in golden ink run down the expanse of his skin. they glow and pulse as you trace your fingers over them

“aren’t you tired?” you ask.

morax lets out a quiet grunt. he pulls you into his chest and you lay your cheek against his skin, comfortably snuggled into his side. the tips of his fingers are sharp like claws, and parts of morax’s skin harden like scales when the weather gets cold. 

not that you love him less because of this. qilin and their children walk the plains and mountains of liyue like any other human being, thus you assume that morax must be one of them. with less skill in human speech and more so in snapping your best porcelain chopsticks in half like sticks, morax has never raised a claw to harm you before.

you press a kiss to his jaw.  beneath his supple skin, you hear a heart that beats a little quicker once you’ve done so. morax squirms as you giggle and kiss his jaw once more. his cheeks grow red, pursed lips letting out whines of protest.

he lays a rough palm on the small of your back and only then do you stop, gazing up at him. his jem-like eyes meet yours and he blinks in question.

“no, nothing, morax. don’t worry,” you reply.

he lets out another hum from his chest. you close your eyes once more that night, and let yourself melt into his touch.

“nothing at all.”