young again at this moment

Venti wants Zhongli to do exactly one thing for him on his birthday. Ever the pushover, Zhongli grants his birthday wish. ~~“Zhongli…” Lumine says slowly. So, so slowly. “Is that…?” she trails off, pointing limply in the direction of Zhongli’s head. In a show of self-consciousness Venti hardly sees on him, Zhongli lifts a hand, gingerly trails the tips of his fingers along the cecilia flower as fresh as the day Venti picked it from the meadows of Starsnatch Cliff over a decade ago. “It is, indeed,” Zhongli says simply, with and air of finality that leaves no room for further question.