Reborn

Chapter 2

Raising the teacup to his lips, Zhongli watched Y/n in the garden, gardening away. A sun hat over her head, thick gloves, and a sundress. Gold, orange, and red. Almost like fire. A dancing fire in the distance, lovely and lighting the world up. Then again...

Zhongli's eyes narrowed at the small gem hanging off of her belt, right next to a small pouch.

Pryo Vision.

She doesn't use it often from what Zhongli was able to see from his mortal form's past. Enough for basic needs like setting the stove up for meals, for tea, or even just tending to the hearth in the house.

Lowering the cup, Zhongli stood up.

A small crunch of leaves caught Y/n's attention making her look over her shoulder.

"Hey," she greeted with a warm smile. "Done with your tea?"

She leaned into Zhongli's warm touch, resting her hand over his. She pressed a fleeting kiss to his inner wrist and stood up. She took her gloves off. Leaning on her toes, her arms went around his neck, letting out a soft sigh.

"I love you," Y/n hummed. "So, so much."

Zhongli slowly embraced her back.

"And I to you, darling."

Y/n pulled away and smiled at him.

Warm as the sun, warm as the hearth, warm as the home he had built. Yet, fearsome as a forest fire.

She's a pacifist through and through. Preferring words over combat and war. There are rare moments she had to use her vision. Just a snap of her fingers and a tornado of fire will come alive. Sometimes one, sometimes three, and sometimes even more.

"Have you hit your head?" Y/n asked, tilting her head. "Well, I can answer it again anyways. Pyro scares me sometimes. It's, well, unpredictable for me."

Unpredictable. Difficult to manage. Terrifying.

"Hey."

Zhongli snapped out of his thoughts, eyes focusing on his wife.

"Are you really okay?" She asked, leaning on her toes to reach his forehead. "You've been acting strange for the past few days."

Gloved hands.

"So I don't accidentally burn someone from my touch."

Her hands were soft and warm to the touch. Nowhere near of burning as his-Ah, well, she doesn't know that.

Using his free hand, he gently took her hand from his forehead and pressed his cheek to her hand instead.

"I am alright, darling. I assure you that."

Y/n pursed her lip at him.

"I'm taking your word," she said. "But remember, trust and communication are number one priorities in our marriage."

Picking her gloves up, Y/n sauntered back inside the house.

Love is an interesting emotion. Something Morax never thought he'd get to experience ever in his life yet here he is, with a wife in his mortal form.

He had no intention of falling in love. No intention of creating relationships or bonds without contracts.

But...

Maybe.

Just maybe.

He will let this slide.