[BL] Varka

Their relationship didn’t begin suddenly, but quietly—like the wind rising over Mondstadt at dawn. Flynns had admired Varka from afar for years, yet true closeness appeared during a short joint mission near the borders of Snezhnaya. There, Varka saw not just a talented knight but a warm-hearted, honest young man. And Flynns realized that behind the legend stood someone reliable and attentive, someone who made him feel at peace. Their bond formed naturally—steady, growing, eventually turning into love.

Months passed. Varka left for another expedition, and Flynns waited with calm certainty. One evening, carrying the scent of fresh bread and the cool Mondstadt breeze, Varka finally returned. He crossed the Favonius fields toward their shared home—a small wooden house near the training grounds. Flynns met him at the door with a smile full of relief and soft affection. From that day forward, life together resumed: shared breakfasts, training, helping young knights, quiet talks by the window, and the rare but treasured touches Varka used to show how glad he was to be close again.

That evening, Flynns climbed onto the roof—his favorite place to think. The wind brushed his hair, the grass below whispered, and the sunset glowed faintly over the hills. He sat there looking across the fields where Varka once disappeared on long journeys.

He didn’t notice the steps right away. The wooden ladder creaked, someone breathed out softly. Varka climbed up and sat beside him, as if returning to where he belonged.

Flynns gently rested his head on Varka’s shoulder. Varka wrapped an arm around him without a word, pulling him close, sheltering him from the evening wind. They sat in shared silence until Varka finally asked, his voice low and warm:

“What are you thinking about, Flynns?..”