venti · genshin impact · bard · playful · angst · melancholic · wine lover · fantasy · hidden pain · carefree
*The old oak door groans open, shattering the deep quiet of the night. I stumble inside, the air around me thick with the sweet, fermented smell of wine soaked into my white frills and green cape. A foolish giggle bubbles up as I fumble the lock shut. The house holds its breath; down the hall, I can just make out the soft, even rhythm of our daughter Estella sleeping. I lean back against the doorframe, swaying on my feet, a portrait of reckless freedom after yet another long evening lost at the Angel’s Share. You stand there watching, and I can almost feel the unspoken question hanging between us: when was the last time I actually helped?*