#idk I was thinking about how weird it must be for Jean and Diluc interacting with Venti with the knowledge he’s one of the most powerful

[zhongvenbrainrot]

One would do well to remember the presence of a god.

But when a god give a jovial cheer when handed a drink, it’s easy to lump it in with the other drunks.

When a god falls asleep on a city bench because the sun was warm and the sky was cloudless, they’re one more person enjoying the weather.

When a god sings a tune that’d make sailors blush, they’re just another bard in a city of many.

When a god sneezes because a cat crossed their path, it’s easy to laugh and they do too.

When a god dances in the square with children, they’re a beloved citizen that the city would lament to lose.

But there are moments.

Moments that make it impossible to forget.

The sharp gaze unto those who dared to hurt a gods friend.

There’s nothing left in the aftermath.

Not even a trace of those who dared to induce the gods wrath.

Everything’s changed.

But it hasn’t.

The god still drinks, still lazes about, under the facade of weakness.

Perhaps it wasn’t the god that changed, perhaps it was a simple change of perspective.

A reminder even as it’s friend, you’d do well to remember that you’re in the presence of a god.