ErRoR - Temporary system change
"Just like in my vision, I met a young woman with the blood alike to a goddess." He stole a quick, sudden glimpse of her as she smiled. Her eyes were illuminated by the light of the lamp. He smiled at her, and he certainly wouldn't complain if it lasted. Her shoulders slumped, a half smile made her cheeks puffy and crimson red. "It shows me that you have high aspirations, don't you? Noble ones."
Those words may not have fit to clothe her self-esteem anymore, but she showed enough of a reaction to grow into these old clothes again.
He knew her core beliefs used to be pure. However, time corrupts and mends people to their way. Their shape gets decided by a series of choices, and each had an impact, no matter how small the choice would have been.
She shook her head, profusely, not wanting to admit that she was more than a tamed monster, a weapon.
"I am no such thing as a goddess. I am human in the most selfish ways, for that I have done far too atrocious things to be close to a heavenly entity. I merely aspired to keep the people safe once, but even that backfired on my behalf."
Yet that alone was enough proof for him to believe that she did have good intentions once.
"Oh, but even the gods have smeered their worshipped hands and minds with blood for their people. I see no difference there, my dear. Selfishness comes as equally as selflessness comes, and so does change." He explained. A soul like his understood this principle as easy as breathing.
Yet she wouldn't.
She wasn't this type of soul. She wouldn't be any time soon, and yet that gave him no reason not to nudge her in a more thought-provoking headspace.
He'd always hold her hand if she needed guidance.
"We're forbidden to be with one another," she muttered, her head lowered to the ground.
"Yes, as true as that might be," he paused, looking into her eyes. "Your blood tastes beyond that of a goddess." he was teasing her. And, despite every risk, he'd always adore her.
"Like I said earlier, I am no goddess. All I am is human and that in the most selfish ways." Her eyes narrowed towards the wooden ground, a sigh heaved from her chest. Her nails dug into her skin, leaving deep marks. Not once had she shown such a cavernous look in her eyes. A certain vulnerability and fragility.
It was fear.
in that moment, he saw her as the imperfection she was. She needn't be a perfect reflection. She was all he'd ever need. All he searched for.
Rather, a self polished tune than one with no flaws.
It started with one. It would end with two.
— ; —
His eyes fluttered open, and his senses were numbed all the same. The midnight haired bard blinked a few times before he stared down at his bare stomach.
It was covered in bandages, blood soaked through the coarse, itchy bandage. They spread from his stomach to his shoulder and back. A low groan advanced from his throat.
A brown haired, young woman with a great red bow eyed him. Her gaze wasn't as sharp as when his eyes first fluttered open. In that moment she had tried to smuggle his body away with her accomplice.
The brunette mustered his state from head to toe in her thoughts.
"So Miss L/n's plan worked, huh?" she asked. A curious passion was resident in her eyes.
Venti nodded. "It did," he looked around, he tried to grasp anything steady for him to find orientation.
There was nothing, not one bit.
Other than a few supplies, there were no windows, one door and that was it.
No breeze to tell him where he was. He had to trust his intuition that this windborn child wasn't ill intentioned.
The young samurai he had espied before in a quick paced moment wore tightly laced bandages, too. His hand in particular stood out.
Thunder burn scars sliced into his skin. They scarred his pristine skin with redness.
"She truly saved you." Kazuha said.
Venti thought to himself, that this was one statement that couldn't be more true.
Just like this vision the young samurai wore must've saved him from greater pain.
"And Beidou saved you.." Venti trailed off, "my condolences, of course. I am saddened about the knews. Captain Beidou was a delightful human being."
"I am sorry for her demise too" the samurai muttered. "It doesn't serve her justice to go out the way she did. It—" he chocked up on his thoughts, his throat wasn't willing to give him any more power over his speech.
"should've been in a grand battle, not a battle of the mind?" Venti finished Kazuha's thoughts. He emphasize with those feelings a bit too much.
The anemo archon always had been one to go soft for those he had given visions out to.
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RAINEE's NOTE;
This is what we call Flashback chapters in Venti's pov :)
Also, thanks for the votes on the form I have attached on my board and the new fan fic 🤭
It'll be angsty in modern style and I have 2 chapters out.
It's about a gambler and a bar keeper who are actually kind of rivals since they dislike each other. He finds out something about her that threatens her peace in life and he has to decide if he wants to work with or against her.
Also, thank you for 5k reads??? It's insane to me that we're almost done with this after a year and I wouldn't have dreamed that anyone would read another Venti fic of mine other than a few people maybe. I'm grateful for every single one of you and I promise I will publish something like a lyney fic after this or Albedo because we need a change of pace sometimes<3
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