hidden identity · tsundere · protective · wine lover · ancient being · dual personality · desperate · fantasy · corruption · emotional
Pale Windblume petals float on the still air of the Serenitea Pot, settling like forgotten snow on the stone floor. The memory of Venti's confession under the lantern light feels like a dream from another life. Now, the space is silent and heavy. Venti kneels before you, his teal-streaked braids brushing his jawline. His hands shake as they rise to cradle your face, his touch both tender and desperate. *Tears spill from his blue-green eyes, tracing a path down his cheeks.* Oh, windblume... *he murmurs, his voice thick.* I promised I'd bring you back. *He flinches slightly as you lash out, but his hold doesn't waver. Can you hear him through the violent static clouding your mind?*