Does He Love Me Back? (Venti x OC)

|Immortal Stories| {Chapter 9}

{3rd POV}

He's coming...

He knows...

W̶a̴k̷e̶ ̸u̶p̴.̸.̵.̸

W̸͕͝A̸̩͆̚͜K̷̨͑̚Ḛ̸̤̅̈́ ̴̺̇͜Ů̵̝̺̒P̶̻̍͝

Ambrose sat up, shaking his head. "What are you.."

Ḫ̷͖̈́ë̵̡͍͕́̿'̴̪̊̐͛̓s̸͈̠̍̉̅̍ ̵͓̐̾̇́̄c̵̡̅̏ö̸̡̪̫̱́̆̀̆̅m̷̦̠̟̜͚̈́̾į̸̧͚́͐́͌̇n̸̨̳͓̟͊̿͠g̵̡̲̬̼͂!̵̥̜̋́̈͛͜!̸̖̬̰̹̓̔̈͜

H̷̭̍ͅi̷̯̻͋͐ḑ̶̺̰̮̯̦̜́͆͂̀͝͝e̵̜̫̟̓̋͜!̴̰̃!̸̞̜̦͍̙̿͘

Ý̵̜̤̿͛̇̾ȯ̴̗͔̤͑͛͋͝ư̶͖̗̳̺͔̩̭̅̄̀͠ ̷̤̘̥͍̐͐̏͂c̸̨̳͎̳̝͆̀̋͝a̷̙̩͋̎͠n̷̪̯̋̔t̶͈̒͒̃͆́̐̄͜ ̷̢̘͍̞̠̤̫̈̆̉̋t̵̨̉̆̆̍͑͒̓̚e̷̦̩͎̎̄̽ĺ̶̟͎̤̮͇̔̽̌̏͝l̵͍͍̼͔̰͂́ ̵̢͙͈̼̰̊͂̈́̒͗ͅͅh̶͈͔͔̲͛͊̏̒̀̉̚͜ͅͅͅi̶̢͕͍̞̼̲̎̾̃̀̾͛͠͝m̵̢̖̭͋̏̍!̷̺̝̲́̒̕͝!̴̛͔̌͋̍̀

D̵͓̻̥̑̏͊͌̈͝ò̶͉͇̬̝̩̫̠̹̏̿̍̇̓̽n̷̙̫̔̕͝ț̸̛̳̬̮̫̱̫̻͛̏͑̌́̀̌̈̈́ ̷̨̝́̍ͅť̵̙̪̠̭̹̯̜̽ë̴̬̥̲́͌͝l̷͇͓̙̅̄͆̑̋͛̀͝͝͠l̸̡̳̤̱̘̠̹̺̭̳͝ ̵͖̜͚͉́̿̔̄͜h̴̡̦͚̺̊͐̆̀̈͠͝ỉ̸̧͍̺m̶̛̤͋̿̆̆̌̚͝ ̴̡̙͙̪̿͒̒̉ý̵̢̧̫̖̲̩̻̺̙͙̊̿́̽́o̵̡͚̥̝̱͔̝̲͑͜u̵̳̽'̵̢̳͙̩̯̻̤͇͐͒̈́̕͜ṟ̷̛̛̖̮̗̫͚̤̓̔ḕ̶̡̤̒͆̉͘ ̸̬̞̮̪͇̬̜̞̥͍̈́́̒͌̅̕͘f̸̢̧͕͍̱̣̩̾̿̂͆̊̾r̵̦̠͕͙̆͝ǒ̵̧͈̰̭̼͙̫̬̂̈̔̀̅̈̃̑͝m̵̻̓̈ K̴̡̧̡̟͖̟̤̩̱͎͔͎̤̣̹͍̳̟͉͎̩̐̽̈͌̈̅̇̏̉͐́̔͛̃̋̈́̋͘͘͜͜͝ḧ̸̢̛͎̗͖̖̱̳̲͉̤̟͑̓̓́͑̈́̂͑͒̒̅̊̎̂͜͝ͅa̷̛̛̗̭͉̺͛̐̃̃̒̍̉̍̎̉̑͗̿̓̑͐͂̔̈́͑͝͠e̵͉̞̟̖͍̞̬̥͊ͅn̷̦̱̪̲͍̻͙͓̘̩̮̩̅̂̓͐̽̓̿͜ṛ̵̣̮̯̫͕̝̩̲̗͚͕͚̓̔̓́̐̾͛ĭ̷͖̣̞͓͔͍̱͔̤̘̦̫̖̀͂̂̾̀͌͘'̷̢̡̨̦̠̪̹̯̘̩̦̠͕̭͉̞͙̯͚̞̹̟̹͛̐͌̑͊͋̓́͊̈́͛́̄̈́̾̍͂̊̄̕̚͠ä̶̡̺̫́̊̽̓̓͒͌̍̽̄̍̇́͐͋͑͘h̷͇̤̩̰̯̯̞̫̼͂̆̋̉̇͊̾͆̚͠͝

"SHUT UP!!" Ambrose covered his ears; the voice went quiet. Ambrose sat in silence, reminding himself about his own past. "Khaenri'ah..."

"What about it?"

Ambrose jumped, realizing Venti was beside him.

"Oh um- nothing."
"You sure?"
"Positive."
"You can tell me you're from Khaenri'ah you know."
"How'd you-"
"I have my ways, since I know your secret, I can tell you mine."
"Huh?"

Venti stood up and held out his hand for Ambrose to shake.

"Name's Venti, also known as Barbatos!"
"Bar...batos...?"

Venti smiled, though Ambrose could see he was nervous. Ambrose stood up and hugged Venti.

W̸̧̨̧̪̜̱̺̩̪̺͚̺͍̪͓̖̺̩̜͇̾̔͛́̀͒̾̄̓͆̎̈́̾̓̃̇̊̎̂̓́͑͐͛͒́̊̚̕̕͝͝H̴̨̡̢͙̬̜̖̼̲̳̠̗̳̮̯̤̪͎͎̭̲͓͕̹͓͍͙̰̙̩̮̹̫̆͌̒͊̄͜͠͠Y̷̢̛̛̛͕̬̦̟͈͇̦̝̲̙͕͍̫̳͚̥̫͖̣̟̻̻̲͙̠̣͔͍̼̦̗̥̦̰̭͗̀̄̽̄̽͗̊͐̾̃̒̿͑̀̿́̓͒̃́̈́̈́̈́̋̚̕͜͝ͅ ̷̡̨̨͓̳̟̠̜͈͓̗̲̘͍̜̳͔͙̯̝̝̘͖̹͖̻̠̠͍͍͚͌̄͑̿̿͛̈́͘̕͜D̶̨̧̛̗̜͙̮̞͈̙͖̝͎͚̰͔̠͓͚̰́̀̉͐̉͂̒̈́̑̇͌̃̐̉̇́̍͘͝I̸̛̛̟̺̠͉͎̖̤͖͇̣̞̮͖̞̟̗͐̃̑̂̈́̎͌̃̉̔̑̐̏̇̈̿͛̆͑̀̔͗͆̈́̈́̾̐̔͋̀̔̅͑̍̕͠Ď̷̨̥͓͍̫͈͚̩͎̗̦͚̣̥̬̬̰͍̝̗̻͎̖͉̭͚̖̙̝͇̻́̓̎͐̒̈́̂͛̇̌̂̈́̀̔̀͗̊̈̄͋͆͆̿́̋̃͆̅̾̋͗̓͂̄̿̊͑͒͗̅̏̉̏̕͘͘̕͜͜͜͠͝N̸̢̨̨̧̧̛̗͍̦͈̫͎͍̘̜̦͎̤͍̘̩͔̟̳̝̯̭̯̲̭̦̪̯͕͓̊̋͑͊͌́͊̌̅͋̈́͋̂́̇̈̂͛̑̎̓͋̏̔̅͘͝T̸̢̡̨̛͇̼̦̦̠̗͈̜̞̬͈̠̲̞̬̼̙͓̲̜̳̪̯̺̩͎͈͈̹̼̝̳̃͒̓̃̐͂͌̿͛̊͌̊̀̿͐͒̐̐̈̿̋̅̉̂̚̚̚͜͜ ̷̢̡̧̡̛̭͈̜̼͈̞̠͚̯̻̬̺̠̯͙̣̝̲̺͇̹̹̤̼͉͈̙̦͙̝͔̹̼͚̔͋̾͌̐̑͛̕͜͠ͅY̷̡̨̢̺͇̼̖̘͙̭͍͕̲̯̠̝̘͛̈̃̎̄̔̔̽̂̊̎͌̂̎́̎̀̎͋͌́͌̔͐̐̓͐͗͆͐̈́̃̓̑̈́̌̾͑̈́̈͗̈́̌̀̔̚͘͘͜Ò̴̧̧̧̢̨̡̯̯̝̗̬̞̺̬̙͔̻̺͔̟͉̹̮̖̬̲͕͈̗̰̟̤͇͍̙̮͇̂͋͆̀̉̀̓̋͂̀̃͑̿̿̏͂̉̐̔͐̽̾͒̌͛̅̓̀̇̕̚̕͝͠͠͠͝Ú̵̧̨̡̢̡̮̝̬̹̥̤̰̮̻̯̤̹̼͈̱̱͉͚͔̮͍͈̬̩͈̗̲̙̠͈̼̣̲̮̳̈́̔̄̉̇́͜͜͝͝ͅ ̸͚̝͙̝̗͖͖͒ͅL̶̡̡͙̘̖͚̠͖̝̯͔̼͓̘͇͕͈̙͚̘͈̖̟͓̮͚͕̥̟͙̘̥̺̦̼̰̮̂̾̈́̀̈́̉͋̏́̀͘͠ͅĮ̸̢̡̡̛̫̜͙͚͈̦͇̙̹͔̜̫̲̟̤͔̑͐̓͒̏̎̆̈́̄̓͛͛͌͒́̑̽̚̚̚̚͘̚͜͝ͅĚ̶̢̡̨̛̛̛̻͙̥̠̳̞͎͓͉̫̝̩̟̱̝̝̟̫̖̙̳͇̗͎̠̭̤̣̺̟̱̦͙̩̦̩̰̮̙͕͈̙̥͇͑̋͆̔̿̃́̀̃͐̎͑̓̔̋̍̐̈́̄̒̏̉̑͋̌̔͂͐͌̏̓͗̓͒̅̈́͘͘͜ͅ

̸̨̖́͑͐Ỷ̶̡̧̢͈͔̠͈͕͙͇͍̲̺͚͆͐̈́̐̎̋͜͝O̵̡̡̡̡̡̩̳̫̦͙̲̥̻̬͎̱̥̼̗͕̝̞̥̦̞̩̼̭̞͕̘͈̹̳͇͓͎̣̭͉̲̫̟̺̔͒̎͜͜͜ͅƯ̸̡̡̢͎̬̳͉̞̬̹͙̞̪̳̘̫͖̖͈̱͚͑̈̏̿́͋̂̽͋́͆̔͗̊͐́̀̉̑̈́͗̀̑̔̋̈́͐̿̾͘͘̚͜͝͠ͅ ̷̨̢̤̞̩̠̟̤͎̖̹̯̟̭̗̮͇̺̤̬̥̖̰̱̤̼̖̱̳͙͎̰̪̭̯̹̰̣̰̹̒̾̈͂͆͋̿͑͜͝ͅͅF̵̨̢̨̛͎̯̦͙͎͈͙̼̘̹̥̟͇̲̰͎̣̹͍̺̰͒̅̀̓͂̈́̓̓̐̇̃̌̌̈͊̍̿̊̽͒̀̇́̆͆͘̕͘͜͜͜͝͝͝͝Ơ̴̜̠̙̓̀́͑̈́͛̌̂͌̾̍͋̀̀͛͊̔̓̎̇̓̿́͐̉̀̇̈́͐͘̚͠͝͝Ǫ̷̧̨̢̧̧̧̧͔̘̤̩͎̳͚̣͓̠̖̟̼̹̻̫͇̹͇̬̠̥̼̻̻̟͔̺͕͈͇̬̫͚̺̯̂͑͋̒̔̾̉̽̏̀̿́̐͗͂͗̈́̅̒͐̿͗̓͊́̇̔̿̇̓̈́̚͜͝͝ͅĻ̵̬̺̻͉͖̫̹̹͍͉̣͉̪̰͇͚̰̭͚̤͚͔̣͖͙͇̩̗͍̇̃̊͜ͅ

Ambrose tensed up, his ears ringing and his heart pounding out of his chest.

"Shut up..."

"What's wrong?"

Ḧ̵̨̤̥̺̘̰̪̮̰̘͍́̓͂̓̐͆͒͒͌͋̀̽̓͘̕͝͝͝͝Ȩ̸̡̛̛͔̰̩͖̗͕͚̪̖̫̘͕̜͚̻̦̦̗͙̳͎͚̬̣͉̹̰͚̙̮͎͓̭͙̬̓̔́̀̀̈́͗̄̍̑̊̓͛͛̑͂̓̽̊̉͗͂̀̕̚͘͘͜͜ͅ ̶͎͒̎̉̾͑̂͌͛̈́̀̇̔̔͊̈́͒̍͘̚͠͝͝͠D̸̨̧̨̖̠͓̫̫͇̖͓̲̰̖͎̦͖̗̩̤͚̰̈̃̎̓͌̀̋̑̌̆͆̏̚͝O̶̠͓͓̥̗̘̥̗̜͉͉͎̝̣̝̞̦͈̦̲̳̯͚̹̲͚̠̟͈͈̟̬̺̠̲̯̺͉̞̬̣̒̈̃̅̑̇̌͌̑̈́͘͝͝ͅͅE̸̡̨͎̬͚͓̭̥͑̉̄̒̑̎̆̂̓͌̍̑́̂͋̈́̈́́͆̒̀̏̋͐͜͠Ş̴̢̡̰̟̗̙̘͉͓͎̮͚̜̱̜̪̞̳̱̪͉̥̹̬͓̤̥̲̠̟̣̗͔̬̪̮̟̭͛̄̇͂͒̓̾̽̊̀͂͐͆͒̾̄̂͒͂͋͆́̈́̈̄͌͊͒̄̉̄̇̕̚̚͜͝͝͠͝͝͠Ǹ̴̢̨̡̡̡̧̡̡͎̰͚̗͉͔̣͍̱̝͍͔̩̹̼͎̭̲̭̳̭̩͕̩̦͕̲̝̟͉̙͇̦̣̝̦͚̇̒̓̀̈́̽̌̄͌͆̆͂̐̀̓͛͆̊̈̄͐͐̉̈́͑̑̓̄͒̈́͂̃̎̀͒́͘͘͘͜͜͜͠͝Ţ̸͔̙̥̌͂͋̑̈́̀̃̚ͅ ̵̨̨̨̛̛̛͚̭̜̘͚̗͇͕̝̻͉̤͖̪̤̠͍̪͖͙̪̙͖̖̩͕̹͓̖̝̬͉̲̬̮̂͂́̔̑̈́̊͆͌͋͌̏̊̒̃̽͑͋̈́̎̊̃̊͊́̑̍̔̌̾́̐͋̓̽̑̕͘͘̚͜͜͝͝ͅL̷̢̡͎̲̭͈͕͈̙̯̜͈͓͚͙͉̞̘̯̺̫͖̳̥̯̞̪̠̖̭̺͙͎̳͖̳̋͗̇̊̏͐͊͋̓̋̓̅͜͜͝͝Ǫ̵̢̳̜̠͕̘̻͙̱͔̼̦̠̱͓̝͚̻̉́̐̏͆̿̔͗̀̂͌͂̽͌͋̚ͅṼ̶̨̧̡̛̗̱̰̻͓͇̗̰̗̗͚̣̝̲̯̻̙̰͍̫̦̤͉̭̭̣̘̗͚̱̼̺̤̏̏̀́̇̐̓͂͊̎̊̓̋̏̽̀͋͗̽͒̇͘͠ͅȆ̸̡̫͖̣̬̞̤̱̞͖͍͕̟̭̻̹̼̦͔͂͗̏̅̓͌̎̅͒̔̆̾̌̇̏̀̐̈́̚͜͝ ̷͉̻̋̎̄͑̈́͌̿̔̈́̒̈́͂́̎͌͐̓̒̄̈́͝͠Y̵̧̢̡̛͈̮͍̼̦̱͕͕̱̤̩̩̱̬͍͔̫̱̜̭̘͇̳̰̮̪̌̃̂͂͛͒͂͂͌̉̓͜͜͜ͅƠ̷͚͙̹̫̤͕͎̣̩̞͙̲͙͔̦̹͖̞̥̻̭͖͈̙͎̱͙̤͎̳͓̲̤̱̠̮̤͕̱̺̊͑͗̓͊̌̉͊̊̈́̾̄͂̂́͂̈͐̊̔̓̃̈́̀͊͐͋̽͊́̋̂̍̒̔̈́̚͘͘͜͠͝ͅͅƯ̴̧̧̛̛͎̹͓͈̤̠͕̬͎͙͕͔̞̭̲͎̠̭͚͖͚̾̒̀̏̑͐̈́̊̔̉͛̾͊̀̿̏̊͊̉͂̓̐̌̅̃̄̎̾̈́̋̃̀̊̌͘͜

"SHUT UP!!!" Ambrose started crying, he felt like his ears would explode. It was too loud...too loud. He hadn't even heard Venti clearly.

"Ambrose? What's wrong??"
"Too loud...too loud..."

Venti hugged him a bit tighter, covering Ambrose's ears for him. That helped a little bit, but his ears still rang. Ambrose squeezed his eyes shut; next thing he knew everything went quiet.

{About month later, 3rd POV}

Ambrose was listening to Venti play for the crowd that had gathered. He couldnt help but smile. Suddenly Venti walked over and grabbed Ambrose's hand and pulled him to the center of the crowd. Ambrose was confused at first but when Venti started dancing, still holding Ambrose's hand, he got the memo. The two started dancing as the crowed clapped along to the beat Venti had set up. They had fun, despite not knowing it the two wished this could never end. They were now hanging out at Windrise, side by side.

"Hey Ambrose!"
"What is it, Venti?"
"Tell me a story!"
"Are you sure-?"
"Yep!"
"Alright if you say so..."

Ambrose told Venti a story about how a young male was trapped in a lost city for decades, forced to survive on his own. Until one day he met a god... "And then-"

Ambrose looked down and saw Venti had fallen asleep in his lap. He smiled; he leaned his head back against the tree. The voices have finally been muffled; he could enjoy the peace for once in 500 years...

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