The Traveler - Lumine x Male Reader

The Standoff

"So. Is everyone ready?" you hear Master Diluc ask.

You're standing near the edge of a tall cliffside, possibly hundreds of feet above the earth's surface.

Far below you is the seemingly endless ocean, with the only sign of land being a small island, just barely visible to the naked eye.

There is a noticeable chill in the air as you gaze upon your surroundings.

That's a long way down...

But, Venti said this would be the best place to summon Stormterror.

So...

"I'm as ready as I'll ever be, sir." you reply.

You turn to your left, as Lumine's golden eyes meet your own.

"Are you ready, hun?" you ask, gently taking ahold of her hand.

She smiles warmly back at you. "With you by my side? Absolutely."

"Hey, what about Paimon?" a familiar voice grumbles in frustration. "She's by your side, too!"

Lumine giggles. "And you, Paimon."

You see Jean look in Diluc's direction, giving the man a simple nod in response to his question.

"Alright." he says. "Venti, you're up."

The bard is meticulously tuning the strings on his lyre. "Okay, just about... ah, there we go! All set!"

"You were working on that for a while." Lumine comments. "Does it really need to sound that perfect?"

"To summon Dvalin properly, the sound frequencies need to be juuust right. Otherwise, he might not even show up, at all!" he replies.

With a somewhat embarrassed expression appearing on his face, Venti's eyes dart off in another direction. "Either that, or he'll just get really angry, heh heh..."

Jean shudders. "Considering all the damage he did to the city during his rampages... the absolute last thing I want to see is that dragon angry..."

"Right. Which is why you picked the perfect Anemo Archon for the job!" the bard grins proudly.

You hear Diluc quietly scoff at his words. It's fairly obvious that the man isn't buying Venti's claims.

You won't lie that you, yourself are of a similar mindset.

How can some random, drunk bard be the literal God of Mondstadt?

Such an important, mythical figure in your country's history, who's seen countless battles and triumphs.

Who made your city free...

...Being just some random guy from the tavern...

Doesn't seem all that plausible.

But... you'll try to keep an open mind.

Venti carefully makes his way over to the edge of the cliff, peering out across the horizon.

He closes his eyes, before taking an anxious deep breath.

"Okay... here we go." he whispers.

"Ooh, what song are you gonna play!?" your floating friend excitedly asks him. "Is it one Paimon would know!?"

"If you've been around for hundreds of years, maybe." Venti laughs, halfheartedly.

The bard sighs, solemnly looking down toward the ground. "Before the Abyss Order came along, Dvalin and I were very close friends. We protected Mondstadt and its people together, side by side."