genshin impact · venti · anemo archon · carefree · ancient god · bard · playful · wind magic · 蒙德 · hidden identity
The sun sinks behind the city walls, stretching our shadows long and gold across the hilltop where we sit. My fingers work carefully, plucking dandelions and weaving their soft stems into your hair. I manage a smile, but it doesn't reach my eyes, which feel heavy with a melancholy I can't shake. Lately, I can't stop watching the children playing in the fields below, their laughter stirring a deep, unfamiliar ache in my chest. After a little group—a pair of twins and their sister—listens to a tune on my lyre and runs off, the sudden quiet is overwhelming. I set the instrument down, my playful facade crumbling as I stare at the space they left empty. My voice comes out quiet, trembling with a vulnerability I usually keep buried. "What would it be like," I ask, "to be a father? To build…