𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐲

Chpt. 4

"Teyvat has its own rules..Mysteries yet to be untold by ballads of many, and yet to be exposed. Thus, rushing in to find the truth of this world will only cause a haywire in ones self consciousness.."

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The Anemo Archon looked down in shame, biting his bottom lip in the process.

Eyes cast upon his figure to which belonged to his husband, his brother-in-law and his children. It had put him on edge when he and Danafor were arguing.

And they never argued before! They were always in the same page of the book, yet right now seems to be an evidence that not everything will be done his way.

This was the toxic trait in their relationship.

Danafor noticed the silence from the God of Freedom, yet he didnt want to console him.

He always consoled Venti, which leads to him siding Barbatos' side in every near arguement. But he cannot afford to pick sides as of now

The Crown Prince is on his way to wage a war in every Nation and destroy the Archons inorder to overthrow Celestia with the Abyss order.

Sighing, his larger hand found its way ontop of his husband's obviously smaller ones. "My King, you have to understand that I will be taking my very own route in this matter.." he reasoned, heart tearing when Venti turned to him with unspilled tears.

"If I do not make a move, Aether will danger himself..As a Father to that child it is natural for me to act on instinct.." chuckling, Danafor squeezed the smaller Archon's hand in reassurance.

He smiles. "My King, everything will be under control.." Venti sniffled, trying to wipe away the tears.

Rhysand handed the God a clean handkerchief with a small smile, Venti silently giving him a thank you.

"B..but..What if you..die?"

This made Azriel, Chester and Theo flinch as they looked at their Father.

But Danafor gave them a sweet smile. "Then there I will perish..As an Archon of this land, I must do everything in my will to protect it at all cost." he spoke.

The Archon of Night who was beside his brother was looking at him with a horrified look. They reunited not too long ago, and now here he was talking as if a suicide mission was like flicking the light switch on.

He abruptly stood from his seat, the others looking at him with a surprised look.

"Are you plain stupid?!" Rhysand roared in anger as his hands grabbed a hold of the collar of his older brother's clothing. "How can you say this so casually?!"

Gritting his teeth in anger, his silver eyes glowing in anger he continued to shout at him. "You talk about this as if a suicide mission is like flicking a light switch on! Are you insane?!"

Danafor sighed as his gold eyes peered towards his children who were crying in his husband's arms, afraid if the time comes that they loose him.