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It was the perfect day in Mondstat. There was a slight, familiar breeze provided by the anemo Archon, that brushed past your clothes perfectly. You were trotting down the path to Windrise to meet with your closest friend -lover even, if you will- Venti, by the large tree that swarms the area.
You could tell you were getting close to the tree just by listening to the wind, or more specifically the music that carried through. Venti was sitting at the foot of the tree, his skilled hands plucking at the strings of his lyre and his brilliant green-blue eyes closed, stuck in a mindless stupor. He was so deep in thought that he didn’t even hear your footsteps approaching him.
With a quick shake of his shoulders and a quiet, “boo!” Venti was jolted out of his trance. Shooting up into the air, like a cat awoken from a deep slumber.
“(Y/N)! Why did you do that, you terrified me!” he squealed out. You sat down beside your black haired friend, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. “That’s like, kinda the whole point, y’know?” you giggled, giving Venti a little hug to calm him down.
“If I didn’t consider you one of my friends, you would’ve been drowning in Cider Lake by now.” the Archon puffed out his chest, crossing his arms, and pulling out a strong and irresistible pout. “I know you still love me anyway,” you quipped, followed by a quick peck on the cheek that made his mood lighten significantly.
The short male stood up abruptly, his lyre clutched in one hand and the other reaching out towards you. Venti swiftly caught on that you were more confused than Captain Kaeya when served grape juice instead of his usual red wine. He huffed out a puff of air, and grabbed your hand, roughly pulling you up to your feet. His seemingly frail arm wrapped tightly around your waist, coercing you closer to himself before you felt a massive gust of wind pushing the two of you off the ground and letting you gracefully fall onto one of the tallest branches of the tree.
Venti situated himself on the branch like it was a daily occurrence, which it probably was knowing his financial state. His back rested against the minimal amount of trunk left at the top of the tree, one of his legs draped over the branch, hanging and swaying down from its position. His other leg was slightly bent, while his arms were nursing his lyre.
“Come closer, honey,” he purred, making you carefully crawl closer to your black haired lover. “No! Closer you dummy,” moving his bent leg out of the way and tapping his thigh to give you a better idea of what he ment.
You crawled even closer, trying your best to turn around so your back faced your lover’s chest, and sat square in his lap, leaning into his warmth. His arms wrapped around your waist, face snuggling into your neck, embracing your scent. Venti dropped his lyre in your lap, too preoccupied with your presence to focus on his music.
And after a good few minutes of cozying in each other's arms, Venti’s pale hands brushed your thighs when picking up his ancient instrument. The calloused fingers of your lover gripping the arm of his lyre, while his other hand pulled you back closer to his chest, giving him more space to access his instrument. He adjusted his position on the branch and began plucking at the abrasive strings.
A soft melody floated in the cold wind, an unfamiliar tune produced by the skilled hands of the anemo Archon in disguise. The melody guided the sun into rest, letting it slowly fall onto the horizon, providing a beautiful view for everyone in Mondstat.
Venti’s tune began to develop to something more familiar, a tune you have heard him play multiple times. A tune you have asked him to play for you multiple times. His quiet humming only confirmed your presumption. The little murmurs resembling the lyrics of the song, encouraging you to sing along.
The continuous plucking roused your confidence even more than before. You started humming along with your lover, a small smirk gracing his face at the sound of your timid voice.
Venti began from the beginning of the song once more, letting you get a grasp of the melody before pushing you to let the lyrics flow out of your mouth. Though it was quiet, Venti was more than delighted to hear his gorgeous lover singing. As the tune progressed, Venti’s voice joined the chorus of lyrics, providing an amazing harmony between the two voices. And letting your voice dominate over his, of course.
As the song spiralled into an end, and your voices faded, the moon was already climbing into the inky black sky. The hand that was previously plucking at the lyre’s string was now placed upon your cheek, caressing it with a bony thumb, and turning your face towards his own.
Venti’s soft lips approached your own, giving a soft and tender kiss before pulling apart. His deep green-blue eyes were locked onto your own. His arms wrapped around your waist once more before he stood up, helping you up too, in the process.
“I’d say it’s just about time to go home, don’t ya think?” he whispered in your ear. Giving you a tight hug, swaying back and forward on the surprisingly stable tree branch, soaking in the moment and waiting for your response.
“Yeah, I’d say so,” you whispered back, wrapping your arms around Venti’s small waist and swaying rhythmically together. “But I don’t want this day to end, Venti”.
“It’s okay darling,” he muttered, “we can do this again tomorrow. We could even bring a bottle of wine with us,” he joked. “Fine, let’s go then,” you smirked back.
With a final peck on Venti’s pale cheeks, he let a gust of wind guide the two of you down to the ground. You began your journey back to your small house in the heart of Mondstat. During your slow trek home, Venti was still plucking more tunes on his lyre, but they were more like nonsensical melodies combined from multiple songs all mashed into one song.
Eventually, you made it to the bridge connecting the city of Mond with the rest of the nation. You both made a quick stop to look at the beautiful reflection of the settling moon on Cider Lake before continuing your walk home.
Not long after, you stumbled onto the porch of your humble little house. Letting yourselves in, the both of you made a beeline for the bedroom, quickly stripping from your daily clothes and changing into something more comfortable. Venti was already flopped on the large bed, half asleep but still waiting for you to join him.
When you hop into bed next to your cheeky lover, he quickly moves to wrap his arms around your body, pressing you impossibly close to him. His face buried in your chest, slowly dozing off right after he gave you a tired, “goodnight, my love”.
You let out a quiet giggle at the sound of his soft snores against your chest, before you gave into his sleepy antics, giving him a small peck on the crown of his head.
You let yourself drift into a deep slumber in the arms of your talented lover.
“Goodnight to you too, Venti. I love you”