The tears wouldn't stop streaming down your cheeks, choked sobs escaping as you gripped your leg so hard you were hoping it would spread the pain away from your definitely broken ankle and allow you to take it easier.
His dumb, childish laugh sent fear through you, the Archon descending from the balcony with ease, "Silly, (Y/n), did you not think before you jumped? All the more reason to listen to me when I speak to you!"
He didn't care that you were hurt, if anything he was hopeful that this would get through that thick head of yours that didn't know what was good for you. It made him grit his teeth but keep up that smile. How could he be mad at you? Venti knew the moment you met that you weren't old enough to understand this world, not like him anyways, but that was a hard feat to get to.
The bard got on his knees reaching out for your throbbing foot, "Let me take a look at that-"
"-Don't touch me!" You screamed, trying your best to shuffle back, only making the mistake of putting pressure on the limb and crying further in pain.
Venti clicked his tongue, grabbing at your knee to keep you in place, hand slowly going lower and towards your wound in a silent threat, "I can help you, (Y/n), you just have to open up to me more. Doing reckless things like this are all the more reason I have to protect you! You're too easy to prey on, especially when you're so... Vulnerable."
The way his eyes flashed made you shiver, falling in on yourself once more at the realisation that this was hopeless. He was mad, mind corroded with an obsession that you didn't know how to deal with. It hurt, everything hurt so much. "Venti..." You cried, scared for your life. You didn't want to go back living in locked rooms, even if he made them as comfortable as possible. Whatever happened to the freedom he preached?
"I know, zephyr, I'm here. I'll stop the pain, but you need to promise me you'll be good? These adventures of yours could get us both in trouble, you know," his voice did not once sound upset or aggravated. It was always uplifting, if not occasionally condescending as he treated you like an oblivious child.
His words gave you a spout of anger, "Then you are fully aware that what you're doing is wrong."
With a smile way too kind for the situation, he squeezed your broken ankle, watching as you threw your body back into the ground and howled in pain. Venti relinquished his hold, soothing it with calming strokes, "You're really bratty lately. This is why we need to make sure you get enough sleep, or else you start becoming a bully. After we fix this little mishap, we're going to lie down and have a sleep, okay?" When you didn't answer, his hand stopped its movements, lingering over the bruise with a threatening presence, "Okay?"
You couldn't handle it again. "Okay..." You whispered, body becoming exhausted from the events that just occurred. Adrenaline was fading but the pain didn't show any sign of ease. Venti would help you, he always did in the end.
It made you wonder if you were in the wrong here.
.
Venti is definitely psychopath and there's nothing you can do to change my mind. Word of advice: Don't trust anyone allergic to cats.
