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gender fluid + angst ━─━─━─━─━─━─━─━─━─━─━ 𓍯
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it is said in stone; that the gods of teyvat spare no eye for those who were from khaenri'ah. those who extend a hand towards them; those who spare their lives aren't to be forgiven, and lord morax himself has enforced the rules upon him and lord barbatos despite the many protests.
as soft as their hearts stay pure, they are unable to abide to being true to their emotions and save the people from khaenri'ah. the people have shown love for their own nation, but they live in darkness, as the monsters emerge from the grounds from years of misery and darkness where the gods bat no eye for them.
you're sure they have their reason.
you don't tell anyone where you're from, and you never stare into the mirror for more than five minutes. you wish not to see who you were, and only focus on being who you want to be to the people of mondstadt. your only close friend being kaeya, though he has never directly said anything, you knew he and you were from the same desolate area that once befell into hell all those years ago.
strands of hair fell onto the floor as your scissor blades sliced through them like paper. you had a few more minutes to look into the mirror, and you needed to return over to khaenri'ah to collect your old things before that place was destroyed forever.
you snipped through strands as the door of your house opened, and you heard the soft strums of the lyre that you dreaded to hear so much. his vocals charmed your ears, and his reflection flashed into your eyes from the mirror as his braids danced in the wind.
venti.
"good morning my dearest friend, what's on the agenda today hm?"
his voice, oh his voice.. it was so soft. you wondered what it would feel like to be near him at all times, to be able to hear his voice around you. the flashes of his smile came into your mind as you skipped a few other strands of your hair while he shut the door behind him. you could see him in the mirror, fumbling around your things.
venti came over your house every morning without fail; he knew you. not for the dark past, but when you first arrived at mondstadt bleeding and crying. venti wiped you up when nobody else could see your blood; venti comforted you when nobody else could hear your screams. he was the one who took care of you, all without knowing where you were from.
you couldn't tell him. how could you bare the thought of having to live without ever feeling his soft fingers on your bare shoulders during the night. how could you bare the thought of having no music every morning. the thought of him glaring at you sent chills down your spine every time you thought of it.
