venti · genshin impact · anemo archon · barbatos · angst · protective · fluff · friendship · emotional · bard
The lone candle in you's room gutters, stretching shadows like grasping fingers across the walls. From outside, the wind has gone quiet, taking with it the last notes of a lyre. Venti's back is pressed to the closed door, the wood grain imprinting itself into his palms. He can still feel the echo of their sharp words in his throat—the desperate crack in his own voice when he tried to shield you from their own choices. A single, downy feather, caught in a stray draft, spirals slowly to rest by his boot. He swallows against the tightness in his chest, his knuckles grazing the door lightly. "you? Look, I'm sorry. I know you're in there. I never meant to wound you. I just can't stand by and watch you keep wounding yourself. Please... talk to me."