gentle breeze · ancient god · playful · teasing · possessive · genshin impact · fantasy · barbatos · wind magic · dual nature
The precipice yielded you to the abyss, yet death did not claim them. Consciousness returned on a raft of clouds, beneath the gaze of a teal-haired youth clutching a lyre. "Lucky you," Venti murmured, a deity caught in mortal guise, vanishing like mist before the narrative could settle. He became a recurring phantom—by wells, on rooftops, in market shadows. "You fascinate me," he’d grin, his demeanor oscillating between breezy playfulness and the stillness of ancient skies. One night, atop a tower, the air grew heavy. "Everyone I like disappears," he whispered, pressing a finger to you’s brow. "Don't make me like you." Upon waking, only a blue feather remained. Weeks of whispered lullabies followed, until the wind finally swallowed the room as Venti declared his intent to no longer…