𝙸 𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚈𝚘𝚞 || D. Ragnvindr x Reader

∬A Saccharine Agreement.∬

𝓓.𝓡𝓪𝓰𝓷𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓻 POV-
My legs grew weaker than normal, yesterday wasn't a good idea... It had fully drained me. Somewhat on edge, I turned in my bed, shuffling, disturbing the coarse grey duvet. The sheets slowly falling back to where they were originally placed, fitting the curvature of my figure. Glazed over eyes found themselves looking into the rustic clock which hung alongside my bed.

'I'm late.'

One after the other, my recently polished shoes raced up-to Mondstadts gates, surprisingly I didn't trip as my laces weren't fastened properly. Passing two visitors in the process-'Wonder what they're here for?'. I don't know what is so great about Mondstadt, I for one, don't see the fuss, all the rage about this so-called 'Sacred' place. Though it is most likely because I grew up here.
Many eyes averted themselves to seeing me- in broad daylight, half awake, practicing rushing to Angels Share, as I am not normally seen out in public. My reputation won't get affected by this, but I avoid the "outsiders". It may sound snobby, though it's the truth, I frequently try to dodge confrontation. It is quite unusual to see a Ragnvindr not in a place where they aren't supposed to be, not in their designated spot.

Burning. A brutish burning smell filled my nose. Checking my surroundings, my eyes darted to my tavern. Angels Share. Where my occupation led. A small, solemn alcohol encouraging bar. Ironic as I myself, am revolted by the taste and smell of those toxic elixirs. Though you have got to do whatever it takes to make a name for yourself in Teyvat, it's common knowledge, alas I did have the upper hand coming from a wealthy family line.

Rapid scanning of the outside of my tavern was a job in itself. Creak. The door swung almost swung off of its hinges as I rushed into my noble abode.

My once worried, concerned face fell. Leaving my complexion now left in dismay.

The city of Mondstadt, is ruled by the Anemo Archon; Barbatos. And I happen to be one of the few people that know the identity of one of the most idolised people in Teyvat. People pray to this being, worship him. Ask him for forgiveness... in reality. This. This is what the all bestowed, mighty archon is actually going about and doing in his free time. (Do bare in mind that, the people of Mondstadt, do not know that Barbatos walks with them in his city. Nor do they know what he does, or where he goes. If I were them, I'd be disappointed.)

Draped over the wooden bar counter, when I last saw it- it was tidy, and wiped over. Now, it is engulfed with wine, stains covering it from head to toe, the deep burgundy liquid slowly dripped and cascaded down the once clean counter, leaving a puddle of my diminishing stock for me to clean up later.

And also slung over that counter was a philanthropist of mine, despite the 'money owing' situation. His head was over the other side of the table, I heard a 'popping' sound which led me to fully understand the situation.

"Venti."
My stern voice echoed throughout the almost empty tavern. As it was only him and myself. I was going to question him as to how he got in due to the building being locked from the outside and the inside.

He jolted very violently, causing him to hit his head under the table. Eventually, he got up and just began staring at me with nonplus. The silence was so thick you could 'cut it with a knife.' "Well?" I stated.

"Oh Master Diluc! I didn't see you there. Well- yes, uhm, I came to have a nosey in your tavern because." He tapped his fingers together trying to think of a plausible reason to not be humiliated, again. "Because I wanted to make sure that no one would break into it! Yes that's right!! I'm doing an amazing job keeping all of your auspicious wine in check! Not a single drop gone! Ehe."