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With each passing day, the truth that Himmel isn't meant to stay settles deeper in his bones.
It includes this city, this home—maybe even Venti.
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“I’m afraid too,” the bard adds, bashfully, slowing down as they steadily reach their destination. “This.” He rubs his chest, over his heart. “I don’t always understand this.”
“No?”
“No. It’s overwhelming. I’m confused. I don’t know what to make of it.”
A small frown pulls down Venti’s lips. Before he could comment, however, the bard beat him to it: “But I love it. So, so much.”
For the hundredth time today, Mondstadt's new god holds his friend's hand and reflects.
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It's so natural. It's meant to be.
"The skies are blue, the grasses are green, Venti loves the nameless bard."
It just makes sense.
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As his breath shudders, as his skin pulls and tears, with what's left of his consciousness, the cat mulls of nothingness.
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A new city. A new view. A confession you don't understand, but a feeling that rings true.
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Or, a short moment between a young god and his bard.
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He takes his hands away and summons a lyre in the shape of the one they always clutched close. They played ballads and rallying strings to stir the spirits of a rebellion.
Now, Venti gives them the chance – the chance to play something else.
They take a deep breath, filled in Venti’s chest, and perform a song for mourning.
A rebellion must always stoke love, loss, and long waves rippling throughout time.
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08 Nov 2022
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"Joining the rebellion is a very, very risky choice, little boy. It could cost you your life."
The bard doesn't break eye contact, unfazed. "That doesn't matter. I'll fight even if it kills me."
He doesn't realize how literally the gods might have taken that, until his life is lost in the final battle. It's fine, this is fine, things are fine. He can see the blue sky, hear the birds chirping carefree, and feel the gentle winds blowing against his cheek. His cheek, stained and blooded with dirt and red from a devastating battle.
His cheek, now clean and dotted with freckles instead. He doesn't have freckles. His reflection says otherwise.
This is not fine.
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09 Feb 2022
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"Being alive is a gift, might I add?"
"Being alive may be a gift, yet your happiness is what matters over all. What point is there in living if there is not a true smile on your face?"There is a Japanese myth which narrates that every person takes the face of the person they most adored in their past life.
coda to once upon a windblume
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09 Feb 2022