Illusory Sense | Yandere! Venti x Reader

Song of the Ancients

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If someone were to ask Venti what happened, he'd simply give a smile and say it was nothing. But in this situation, one could feel the uncanny and dangerous aura surrounding him. It was either they knew better than to press further, or they were too naive to understand what was truly going on.

It was unusual for the happy-go-lucky bard to be silent— there was no doubt about that. His eyes scanned the grass, searching for anything out of place, something that might have been left behind.

In the old ruins of the former city of freedom, there was nothing for his mind to hang onto. There was no familiar sight of you, no sound of your breathing other than the howling of the wind. Only the steady beat of his heart kept him from becoming as frozen as Snezhnaya's landscapes.

When he turned around, hoping to see some trace you might have left, there was none. The only guides he had to track you were the sun, the birds, and the winds.

He bit the inside of his cheek, drawing out blood unwittingly. The taste of iron on his tongue brought him out of his mind. He shook his head and knelt down, running his fingers over the meadow.

Calm down... She couldn't have gone that far.

Right, there was no need to panic. Maybe you had simply wandered off, exploring the place out of curiosity, and see what had changed. He remembered marking you with Anemo last night— perhaps he could use that to track you.

He twirled his fingers, calling upon the winds in search of any sign of your presence nearby. Expecting a response, only silence greeted him.

No gust of the Mondstadt breeze came to answer him.

He clenched his fists so hard that nails cut into his skin, his brows knitting in frustration. He called the gales once more, and this time he waited a little bit longer. A minute passed, then five, and still, there was nothing.

In the grip of silent panic, his eyes dilated and his heart began to race. He hoisted himself up from the ground, looking around in sheer distress. His emerald optics meandered everywhere, searching frantically like the wings of a hummingbird.

How could this be? I swear the mark should still remain on her... The effect should last for more than a day.

Venti's eyes caught on the sight of a small orb lying not so far from where he stood. He jogged over to it and grabbed it hastily.

It was the emblem hanging from your dress.

A slight crack marred its surface. This was his chance. He could check if there would be any Anemo marks lingering. He hoped desperately that he'd find one. He couldn't bring himself to the thought of losing you, let alone letting you wander off when there were dangerous monsters hidden here.

Once again, he used his powers to summon the winds to look for you. Each second that passed by seemed like an hour, and with each moment that elapsed, his grip on the insignia tightened.

It didn't really faze him when the sharp edge cut into his skin. What did was the fact there was no response and it reminded him you were missing. He shouldn't have left you. He blamed himself for this.

His pulse raced, and he breathed heavily, feeling as though he might burst. He narrowed his eyes at the insignia and threw it to the ground making it shatter into pieces. Narrowing his eyes at the insignia, he threw it to the ground, shattering it to pieces. Not that you would need it now—he could simply give you an Anemo Vision if you asked. He'd gladly offer it to you.