Till We Meet Again | Venti x Reader

Till We Me Again

Note: Venti isn't an archon in this oneshot. just a regular bard.

word count: 7.5k

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𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺,

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘺𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵,

𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘥𝘳𝘺

− 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦.

"Hey, ever dream about what the future awaits us?" He asked.

"Are you seriously going to talk about that kind of thing?"

"Wh-what? I just wanted to start a conversation with you... I'm trying my best here." He averted his gaze away from her, rubbing the nape of his neck in embarrassment.

"Well, it's not working." He heaved a sigh, slumping his shoulders in disappointment. The male leaned against the rough trunk of the tree, staring up at the warm sunset descending on the horizon in boredom, the colors of the sky mixing together to create the warm atmosphere like the paintbrush painting the canvas to create a wonderful piece.

The girl stood up, patting her dress to remove the dirt sticking on her clothing. She looked over her shoulder and stared at him with her sharp [eye color] eyes. Glancing down at him, she closed her eyes and gave a sweet smile at the noirette.

"Don't come near me again if you have no business with me."

The way she said it was so sweet yet sultry. He gulped down the air and pressed his lips into a thin line, shutting his mouth completely. Her long [hair color] flipped over her shoulder, walking away from this person. He watched her figure disappear from the distance, sighing as he did so.

Breathing another sigh, his back dropped slowly against the trunk until he was laying down the parched grass. He pressed his forearm onto his face, leaving a space for his nose to breathe.

"So the rumors are true, huh?"

**

[Name] dropped her satchel on the table, producing a loud sound that caught the attention of the two women.

"Having a bad day today?" Her sister, Lisa, asked, not even giving a glance at her from her book; turning the pages and reading the contents inside. "You know how she always is." Jean remarked, making the former chuckle.

"Haha, very funny." [Name] rolled her eyes at them, plunging herself in between the two ladies who are sitting on the couch. "So, are you going to tell us what made you like this or not?" Lisa closed the novel she's reading with a clap, putting it down on the coffee table.

[Name] groaned in pique as she slammed her face on one of the soft cushions laying beside her.

"Don't feel like it."