#genimp venti
Ah… Sometimes I just want to wipe them out of the sky. Venti reaches a hand up toward the sea of clouds above, the smallest of frowns on his lips. He stretches his fingers a little more; if he was in another form, he could have probably skimmed them for real, but…
Letting out a sigh, Venti pulls back, allowing himself to lean back and prop himself against his arms. He closes his eyes and feels the wind brush his cheeks - sometimes, living as a human really is tiresome.
If you watch idly, you’ll only lose them. A familiar voice rumbled, old as stone. Time passes quickly for mortals, Barbatos.
That arrogant little… Well, Venti supposed Morax- Zhongli, wasn’t little, but the nerve of him to say something like that! It wasn’t like the blockhead was some genius at romance either!
How could he simply approach you like Zhongli advised? It was one thing to wear his heart on his sleeve - dangling, teasing, fleeting before you could catch the sincerity underlying his pretty words and prettier smiles - but to simply reveal everything, handing it over…
Well, that was the same as giving you his heart, wasn’t it?
