If, and Only If || (Xiao x Reader)

二十

This part was deep in the mountain, and nobody other than him and Y/N would have been able to make it here. Apart from Ming, maybe.

Feeling certain, and confident with how to find this again, he decided to make it back to where the two anemo users were.

Zhongli took another good look at the chunk of the void. And there was malice there.

Zhongli was not sure what it was, but he felt chills down his spine just by looking deep into it. What was it? He felt like he heard a few screams of terror. But not of Y/N's voice, meaning someone, or some others might be in there. He was fully aware of how twisted Dolos was.

Zhongli looked around again, taking in the view.

Well, there really wasn't a view. It was all foggy and you couldn't see where the ends of it was, the further you go inside the mountain, the thicker the fog becomes. So Zhongli can't see anything, at the moment.

Who let him walk around all by himself?

Xiao found himself sitting on the rock that was near a lake. A very familiar... lake. He wasn't sure what about it was so familiar. Was it the scenery? He rested his hands on his knees, as he stared at the water, as it reflected his face on there. A few flowers were a float. A glaze lily was grown on the side of the rock, although it was a very small one, it still has room to grow fully for it to reveal, and open up.

Xiao rested one of his hands on his forehead, as he kept his elbow on the top of his knee, while he tried to suppress another minor headache.

Red started to creep up his pale cheeks, as he saw another image. But they were not... clothed. Was it the same one he has been seeing before? Did he really see an exposed woman? If he had, he wouldn't have thought much of it, but he did...

He shook his head to rid of his thoughts, and turned his attention back to the water. The fog looked like pecks of the snowflakes that vary in Dragonspine. He turned around but only saw nothing but of the mist, we call fog.

Feeling delusional, he turned back around. The bandages on his arm, head, and torso aren't exactly needed. But he felt safe wrapped in them. He felt like somebody had embraced his small body, to keep him safe and protected when he needed it most— and so he didn't feel vulnerable.

He wouldn't think he was scared he felt worried. Worried for someone's wellbeing?— seemed so...

"Xiao! Have you seen that old man anywhere? I think he might have become lost in the fog." Venti hopped over to the contemplated boy, who looked up to see the green bard moving his head around to try and find Zhongli.

"He has not returned?"

"No."

Xiao stood up from his seat on the rock.

It was quite obvious someone would have become lost here.

"The fog around here isn't that thick though." Venti reasoned, as he put a hand under his chin in thought.

"I doubt he would get lost if he saw where he was. So if he was not able to sense or see his surroundings, that would mean the fog was thicker than here." Xiao said, again.