Blissful Bite ─ Venti x reader

25. ; UNRELIABLE HISTORY NARRATIVE

The world and its narrative are unreliable. History was a collective instance of those situations. That's so far that, which anyone who met me was bound to find out. How? Either the light-hearted or doomed way.

Sucrose and Klee were great examples of people I let into my inner circle whilst I never fully revealed everything. There were a lot of messy traces left. Both were aware of my concealed, unreliable facts since I was biased from the moment I stopped remembering my parents' exact features. The smile lines, the shine in their eyes, the sound of their voice when they sang me to sleep with ballads and folklore. It was blurry and lost, like my divided loyalty.

On the other side, it met Diluc and especially Venti on the doomed side of the unreliable and cruel jest first hand. Betraying someone you build attachment towards was hard. Yet, I managed, all the more the reasons to pat myself on the shoulder for tricking them.

It was less easy than I figured.

As we went back on the way, I was pushed into the wagon. I knew this was a precaution. I didn't blame them. It was better to be cautious around spies who worked there for a bit too long than risking a betrayal. Attachments do wonders to a person's conscience. Some would kill, and others would die on the other hand, for example.

One sacrifices something, and the other is the victor.

The silence was unbearable. It was weird and odd not to hear an upbeat voice fill up the silence with jests or poems. This odd atmosphere shouldn't have been there. Neither should the closeness exist.

We reached the grant, familiar doors. They were somewhat comforting? To have them in your sight, I mean. I was still somewhat restraint, although it wasn't as bad as before.

This long dark corridor carried the gloomy and melancholic atmosphere in it. It didn't decrease in the absence. The corridor kept the same energy as in my nightmares, which haunted my sleepless body. These days stacked on me. They became more and more frequent.

Consumed by peculiar thoughts, which attracted negativity, I nearly walked into the library door. If it weren't for a sudden pull back to reality, I would have run into the door.

I pushed it and entered. My blood froze when the door creaked, high pitched, it was eerie.

It was weird, haunting, and worse than than the hallways I've crossed.

Someone took their strength  together and pushed me. Their words were icy, sharp, and resentful, "Stay in there," they said.

There were no escape routes, no secret passages, nothing.

With no other choice left to possibly choose from. All that was left to do would be going inside. Besides everything else that could have been done, the smarter decision would always be obedience.

Defiance with a shorter lever was so painfully stupid. It was hammered into anyone's skull who thought it wasn't, through punishment. If not for that, Lisa made them write pages filled with essays when they dared to utter a word about our unquestioned compliance.

I tried my luck once, too, but it never ended well.

I walked towards her desk. A certain appeal of curiosity drew me there. Which paid off when I glanced at a book with an interesting title. The cover was darker with golden strings lacing the books edges and center. I didn't think too much of this book. It seemed nice, like Lisa.

Wild creatures and how to tame them.

I asked her for book recommendations before. If I had the time available, I could always ask for them again and the content.