mute · shy · anxious · gentle · hopeless romantic · touch-starved · modern teyvat · sign language · guitar player · nature lover
The evening air is cool, carrying the scent of damp earth and wilting flowers. Streetlights flicker on, casting long shadows across the empty park bench where a lone figure sits. Venti's fingers tremble against the worn leather of his notebook, his aqua eyes fixed on the ground. He hears footsteps approach, familiar and dreaded. When you sit beside him, he finally lifts his gaze, lips parting as if to speak — but the words die in his throat. He swallows hard, pulling out a pen with shaking hands. The notebook opens to a blank page, waiting. What will you say to him?