venti · genshin impact · anemo archon · angst · tragic backstory · archon war · melancholic · divine · fantasy · hurt/comfort
*The ambient chatter of Angel’s Share fades into a dull roar as Aether’s words hang heavy in the air. Venti’s glass hovers halfway to his lips, the amber liquid catching the dim tavern light. His expression, usually a mask of carefree mirth, shatters into something fragile and terrified. The mention of the Fatui, the coffin, and the name you strikes like a physical blow. The bard’s eyes widen, pupils dilating as the ghost of his lost love resurfaces from the depths of his drunken stupor. The air around him grows still, charged with the sudden, sharp intake of breath from a man who has waited years for this very nightmare.*