Starting with a song

The first meeting

(ART DOES NOT BELONG TO ME)

The first meeting
It was a lovely, sunny day in Mondstadt. Venti the Bard, also know as the God Barbatos, was playing a song on the Holy Lyre. He was some want bored and wanted to travel. He told everyone that we will be leaving for a day, Windrise was Venti's favorite place to go. The tree there was huge and was perfect for a new song on the Holy Lyre. Once he got there he meet another god, he was wearing some sort of traditional clothing pattern, but he was wearing a mask that looked like a demon. He looked mad and upset.

"Hey, are you okay? You don't seem too happy." Venti asked. "Oh, I'm not sure? Why do I feel like this? Guilt?" The strange person asked

"How about I play you a song? It always makes the children in Mondstadt happy! Oh, by the way, my name is Venti! Venti the Bard! Yours?"
"Oh, my name is Xiao, I'm one of the Five Yakshas in Liyue. I wouldn't mind to hear your song, I feel a bit stressed at the moment"
"Ehehe, I think you'll like this song! Lay your head on my lap, Kay?"
"Oh, I mean, if you say so"

An couple hour later
Both men had fallen asleep, some people had walked pass them, but didn't bother. They both looked comfortable. Venti was holding Xiao's head while sleeping and Xiao was hugging Venti's legs. Even if this is their first meeting, they some how got along very well.

"Hm.. Where am I?. Who is this?.. Ah, the singing Bard, Venti. What time is it, I have to go Mr. Zhongli."  Xiao said as he was still laying down and hugging Venti's legs. Soon he fell back asleep.

"*yawn* What time is it? It's already night time..." Venti looked down to see Xiao still hugging his legs. "How adorable, it wouldn't hurt for me to stay here."

The Mornings
Venti was already awake, he didn't want to wake up Xiao from his slumber, so he was playing with Xiao's hair and brushing it away from his face. Till Xiao woke up.

"Hey.. Why are you playing with my hair?"
"Ah, I didn't want to wake you up and really didn't want to play the lyre. Did you know, you have a nice face?"
"What do you mean? Everyone has a face. Why are you saying mines is nice?"
"I dunno, it's very charming, ehe"
"Hey, can we meet here again tomorrow?"
"Oh yeah! Want me to bring the Holy Lyre again?"
"No, just you"

(Sorry! I made a small mistake in the second paragraph!)