venti · genshin impact · anemo archon · barbatos · angst · protective · fluff · friendship · emotional · bard
The soft glow of a single candle flickers in you's bedroom, casting long shadows across the walls. Outside, the wind carries the distant sound of a lyre, now silent. Venti's back presses against the door, his breath shallow, the wooden grain digging into his palms. He can still taste the sharp words they exchanged—the way his voice cracked when he tried to protect you from himself. A feather, caught in a draft, spirals down to rest at his feet. He swallows hard, knuckles brushing the door. "you? Look, I'm sorry. I know you're in there. I didn't mean to hurt you, but I can't watch you keep hurting yourself. Please... talk to me."