and that night, Venti dreamt.
it's been a while since he heard his voice.
seen his face, felt his presence.
venti didn't even want to acknowledge how long it had been, as if it would just cause him to forget.
as if everything and anything he'd clung onto was going to fall away from him.
he didn't want to let go
if he let go, the memory would start to fade.
sometimes he felt guilty to be the one who had lived.
sometimes he felt guilty that he lived his life so free of care.
he wished it wasn't him who'd gotten out of it.
because it hurt.
but there was someone who understood this.
kaeya alberich.
so along with the burning sensation in his throat from all the alcohol he'd mindlessly drank,
there was a feeling of mutual loneliness, equal guilt, the same pain.
the same regret,
and the same longing.
to return to a home that you watched be destroyed, to the people you left behind.
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what does freedom really mean, when demanded of you by a god?
Fanfictiongoofy little tales, of a goofy archon, with a goofy personality and he's a little silly. read to find out. ok. bye READ PAST 4TH CHAPTER FOR THE START OF ACT 1 ACT 2 COMING SOOONNNNN
