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hello, hello garu !! congrats on 100+ followers ! you definitely deserve each and every one of them <33 I do love the theme you have for the event ! matches you blog aesthetic perfectly :D

If i may, for the event: a grande (or tall if you're tired! do make sure to take rests :)), Hot, Toffee Nut Crunch Brew for Venti ?

Remember to take your time going though event requests, get some good sustenance between working times, an to get some good general rest ! Love your works, and awaiting much more quality content from you :DD

hello azem !! thank you so much, and i’m so glad to hear you think so :] THANK YOU FOR THE ADVICE TOO, WILL DO :) this was quite…a challenge to write ngl KEKW, it was mostly because venti as a character, i feel has lots of qualities i can explore on, or it’s just that i wasn’t listening to the proper soundtracks to write so i lost my ability to word things out. anyways, order up!

ONE HOT GRANDE TOFFEE NUT CRUNCH BREW (VENTI) FOR azempyrea !

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Venti the Bard.

Everyone knows him. Broke, hangs out at taverns, frequently asks for an apple fee whenever he plays for somebody, and doesn’t play where felines are around. Always has quite the tab at Angel’s Share and now is one of the most favored acolytes of the creator themselves.

How that came to be? It would be a bit of a long story. It runs deep from humble beginnings and flows longer than one could imagine, long before the archon war, long before there was “Venti”.

There is depth to everyone. And this fun-loving, free-spirited bard who bears a lyre and cecilia flowers in his hair is no exception.

With songs of praises and poems of adoration, there’s always going to be some things that you can’t find yourself comprehending. Venti would laugh it off and tell you it’s a secret for you to decipher.

“Don’t worry about it, Your Grace, don’t you enjoy listening to me play?”

“I do, but at least tell me what it means Venti!”

“Ehe. It’s a secret, Your Grace, you will find out in time!” It’s either always that or you’re simply left with yet another cryptic hint to decipher. In the end, you’re simply grasping at threads and not finding yourself near the end of the thread, so you call it a day.

Somehow, Venti understands that you don’t like to be kept in the dark and plays tunes with less of the cryptic lines you hear whenever you ask him to, unlikely of him to do on a normal basis. No one seems to pay him any mind, but you do.

Anyone else would’ve simply brushed it off as a form of devotion, but it couldn’t pass by you, the one being devoted to.

“Venti, please tell me.”

“Your Grace…”

“Is it too personal?” The silence between you and him as you sit on your throne, rather guiltily. You gain your bearings and stand up.

“Just don’t keep to yourself if it’s too much for you to think about.” The warm embrace Venti feels nearly brings him to tears. He knows your divine aura is simply warm, but it’s not just the aura, you yourself are truly warm. So warm and comforting and welcoming.

It seems to have done the job, you think, watching Venti return the hug. You’re much more convinced when you find him in taverns sharing a beer with most of everyone in joyous chorus as he sings and plays his lyre.

He sees you and you throw him a knowing smile. He reciprocates it with a discreet toast to you.

Later that night, you two are up in your teapot, talking, even if Zhongli would obviously scold Venti for it. But listening to Venti was more important than getting worried about hearing Zhongli prattle about something not being good for your health or whatever.

He’s almost like a storyteller.

Zhongli definitely had the voice for it, but no one could put stories into words as poetically as Venti could. Sometimes it’d be comedic with the analogies Venti would insert and the little puns he’d make up.

Venti doesn’t want to see his stories as stories of pity. He doesn’t want to be pitied.

Venti doesn’t like to see his stories as sad even if others would, so the night never ends in crying. Never under his watch. If anything, if someone found the least bit of amusement in them, he’d be glad.

Venti understands that like the wind, everything passes. Well, everything except feelings.

So when he feels like they seem to stop him from being the best person he can be for you, he now finds no hesitation to tell you about it. Why wouldn’t he? You’re a kind and sympathetic creator.

He appreciates your listening ear, your comforting warmth that always welcomes him.

And, most of all, the fact you don’t pity him at all! He didn’t need anyone’s pity. He just needed something to hold onto. And you were that something to hold onto. You were a song that was eternal, both past and present, everyone could continue to sing of you.

And he’s one of multiple lovestruck persons who’d continue to sing of you.

He’ll sing songs of you anytime someone (you in particular) would ask him to. He’ll pour out his feelings, confide into his songs like he was talking to you. Not everything he tells you would always be enough for him to say how he actually feels.

He keeps you like an oath and he holds the secrets you tell him like a lifeline.

Late nights of Venti confiding melancholic stories spun into little tales had dwindled and what seemed to be a moment was terribly long, and he hadn’t realized that he’d found himself back to square one.

He realizes his mistake and comes rushing into your open arms once more.

He still stands by what he said. You were simply so welcoming. Even if he’s isolated himself from you, you still welcome him as if he hadn’t. You brush it off and tell him to do everything that would make him comfortable as he is.

So nights fade into morning and you both sleep peacefully, tuckered out from laughing and sharing stories, whether they be comedic, angry with someone, or just plain things you find you want to talk about in your day.

As he indulges you in his tales, you indulge him with your own, even if they aren’t as masterfully crafted to look like some big selling novel with a whole world of its own and lots and lots of lore-building.

He handles the part of making your stories sound better than they should be by twisting little details of it and returning it to you in good humor. Like making you picture some embarrassing moment, but with hilichurls or slimes or mobs of creatures in Teyvat.

It serves to make your story-telling more interesting (as if it wasn’t in the first place already for Venti) and even worth more remembering.

As Venti is your confidant, you are his. As you are also many others’ confidants, being the divine god they all pray to in Teyvat, you are his. His awfully sweet whispers that you could never take with a grain of salt, no matter how melancholic or bittersweet they would feel towards the end.

You take it all with you and you carry the casket of knowledge teeming with emotion and depth to your people that serve you.

People have depth, immeasurable, and boundless depth that you could always take your time to dig deep in, falling into it with nothing but the wind to guide you till you hit rock bottom.

#people have depth #ʬ 📻 : text.oneshot #ʬ 📻 : events.fairy lights on winter nights #venti #fluff #genshin x reader #genshin x you #venti x reader #venti x you #looking back i think i liked writing this #you see that taylor swift reference? yeah this what i said i was writing in an earlier post #thank you to my friend who ranted about some acquaintances who thought so shallowly of them #i used your line of people have depth mwahaha #sagau #genshin cult au #self aware genshin #ʬ 📻 : hit my line.azempyrea

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