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"Paimon’s hungry! Those Meks really took a big toll on Paimon…" Floating sluggishly beside the traveller, Paimon stomped her little foot mid-air as she complained.
"Paimon…you didn’t do a SINGLE thing!" Aether narrowed his eyes, poking at her cheeks frustratedly. "You just floated there and watched while I did all the work!"
"Hey! Paimon was giving moral support!" Paimon retaliates, looking away in a huff. "So Paimon’s gonna eat her fill okay?!"
The frequent banter between the floating white fairy and the blonde traveller is now a common sight in the streets of Fontaine. Passersby shoot amused glances at the pair, now a celebrity, with their faces printed on Steambird covers and names a hot topic amongst the people.
Sighing in defeat, Aether passed Paimon a small mora pouch. Her eyes lit up and she accepted it without hesitation, flying to a nearby food stall mumbling ‘That’s more like it, hehe…’.
Aether rolled his eyes and pretended to forget the ordeal as he walked. After the incident, everything was returning to normal, and he had a lot of free time now. He could continue his journey, now to Natlan, but something made him feel like he should remain in Fontaine a bit longer.
The wind rustled gently, carrying with it the smells of pastry dough and flowers. Aether breathed in the air, indulging the peaceful moment when a commotion nearby caught his attention. He strolled towards the source, peeking his head curiously amongst the small crowd.
Ahead, he spotted Furina, the fake "Archon", struggling with too many groceries, her head down to avoid notice. Despite her efforts, the crowd recognized her, murmuring with disdain.
Furina frantically gathered the fallen groceries but ended up clumsily spilling some more, her usual confidence replaced by raw vulnerability. The crowd’s murmurs stung, and their disapproving gazes felt suffocating.
A harsh comment cut through her, deepening her shame.
Her hands trembled as she picked up an apple, her face flushed with embarrassment. Each glance from the crowd reminded her of her inadequacy. She tried to hide but couldn't escape the feeling of exposure.
I’ve failed them, she thought, I can’t handle this...
From the start, she was only a flawed woman. The weight of judgment crushed her, and she could barely hold back tears.
Please, don’t look at me , she pleads silently.
Unable to escape the pressure, she kneeled there, too afraid to face the world that once admired her. Beneath her proud and strong facade, the life under everyone’s cruel stares had been chipping away at her heart. Without anyone to support her, she was now at her breaking point.
Seeing Furina in distress, Aether quickly rushed forth, forcefully pushing his way through the jeering crowd. Without hesitation, he dropped to his knees beside her.
"Furina! What happened here? Are you alright?" He asked, voice laced with genuine worry as he surveyed her body for any signs of injury.
Furina flinched at Aether's sudden proximity, her heart skipping a beat. Shades of blue met gold briefly before darting away, tears threatening to spill forth. It’s clear she was far from okay. Aether felt a pang in his chest, failing to imagine the weight she must be bearing, having her true nature revealed to all.
Without waiting for a response, Aether started collecting her fallen groceries - apples, loaves of bread, and even some stray macaroni scattered across the cobblestone floor. His motions were swift and purposeful, determined to help her regain some semblance of composure.
Damn these cruel people , Aether thought, a flicker of anger burning within, they have no idea what she's been through …
Through tearful eyes, she watched him kneel beside her, collecting the scattered remnants of her fallen groceries along with her dignity.
His gentle voice cut through the jeering crowd's remarks like a ray of sunlight piercing through the darkest clouds, reaching a vulnerable part of her she had long since walled off. She blinked rapidly, trying to stem the flow of tears threatening to spill over.
"I-I'm...I'm fine," She started, voice cracking slightly. "Just clumsy, as always…"
Lies…why do I always do this, pushing away people that help me…?
She made a weak attempt to laugh, but it sounded hollow even to her own ears. Aether's presence was both comforting and alarming, his kindness foreign and overwhelming to a woman unaccustomed to such treatment upon her crumbling facade.
No…go away…you can’t see me like this…
Part of her wanted to recoil, to flee from this public display of vulnerability, from Aether’s sight. But another part, a deeper part, yearned to reach out, to accept the lifeline he was extending, even if only to prove to herself that she deserved such compassion.
Her hands still trembled as she tried to assist him, fingers brushing against his own as they reached for the same fallen item. The contact sent a jolt through her, a spark of electricity that made her gasp softly. She couldn't remember the last time someone had shown her this level of kindness without ulterior motives. It was terrifying, exhilarating, and utterly overwhelming all at once.
The crowd around them began to dissipate, their cruel remarks fading into the background as Aether's presence commanded the attention. Furina felt a flicker of relief, grateful for the temporary respite from their judgment.
She swiped at her eyes with the back of her hand, trying to compose herself. When she finally met Aether's gaze, it was with a wobbly smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.
"T-Thank you…" She whispered, finally meeting his gaze with a watery smile, a thin layer of moisture sparkling atop her heterochromatic eyes. "You don’t have to do this…"
Aether's eyes softened, giving her a gentle nod. "I wanted to. It's the least I can do," He said simply, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Furina felt a lump form in her throat at his words, at the raw sincerity in his voice. She had to look away again, blinking hard against the sudden onslaught of emotion threatening to bring her to tears.
Come on Furina, get yourself together, he’s here to help!
Furina took a deep breath and straightened up slowly, composing herself. She looked around, trying to avoid the judgmental stares of the people surrounding her.
"We should probably get going before they start saying anything else. Let's go to my place," she said, grabbing Aether’s hand impulsively and walking away.
Before Aether could react, he was already being dragged through the streets of Fontaine by the ex-Archon, whose head hung low and shoulders hunched, trying to appear smaller and less noticeable.
As Aether followed, he couldn't help but notice the way people whispered and gazed at her, their voices filled with contempt and resentment. While most people of Fontain do forgive her, It's clear that many had not been kind to Furina since she was exposed as a fraud.
Furina’s hand tightened as she quickened her pace.
I hate this... I hate being the center of attention like this, especially when everyone is so angry with me. I just want to disappear…
As the two of them approached Furina's residence, an old and somewhat run-down building in the heart of Fontaine, Furina felt a wave of relief wash over her. For a brief moment, she didn't have to hide from prying eyes and judging gazes.
She fumbled with the key, her nerves getting the best of her as she tried to unlock the door. Finally, it swung open and she rushed inside, inviting Aether to follow.
As Aether stepped through the doorway, his eyes took in the state of Furina's residence. The sight before him was one of disarray and neglect, a stark contrast to the once grand and majestic halls of the Palais Mermoria he remembered. It seemed Furina had not been taking care of herself since she was relieved as Archon.
Dirty dishes piled high in the sink, caked with remnants of what were once meals. Flecks of dried macaroni clung to the plates, revealing what Furina honed on - macaroni with various sauces. The sink itself was stained a dull, grayish hue, a testament to the negligence it endured.
On the couch sat a jumble of clothes, thrown haphazardly across its cushions and backrest. Unidentifiable articles of Furina's once grand Archon attire mingled with simpler, casual garments she now donned. The sight of her old clothes piled messily like this, aligning with her crumbled ego, made Aether's heart ache.
The atmosphere in the room was heavy and stagnant, filled with dust particles dancing in beams of sunlight streaming from a seldomly opened curtain. There was a certain melancholy that seemed to permeate the space, reflecting Furina's inner turmoil and loneliness.
Aether felt a pang of sadness seeing Furina like this, her lifestyle a reflection of her fragile emotional state. He knew this wasn't typical behavior for the once-proud Archon.
Furina hurriedly shut the door behind Aether, leaning back against it as if to barricade the world outside. Her chest heaved with ragged breaths, tears now flowing freely down her cheeks as the weight of her emotions overwhelmed her. She couldn't bring herself to look at Aether, ashamed for him to see her like this, a broken, crying mess in a filthy apartment.
She composed herself and walked into the living room, her feet sinking slightly into the carpet that desperately needed a thorough cleaning. Clothes and discarded wrappers littered the floor, emphasizing the squalid conditions she'd been living in since losing her status and the luxury that came with it.
She was acutely aware of the disarray surrounding them. Her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment and shame as his eyes took in every neglected detail of her triste dwelling. She wanted to say something, to offer an explanation or a witty remark to deflect the obvious judgment in Aether’s gaze. But the words caught in her throat, stuck behind the lump of emotion she could no longer suppress.
Instead, she glanced away, a bitter laugh escaping her lips as she kicked off her shoes haphazardly, not bothering with the rack meant for them. Her eyes flicked over the discarded attire strewn across the couch, a visual representation of her own shattered facade.
It's a mess... Just like me. But you already know that, don't you? I’m sorry you had to see this…
Furina could feel Aether's gaze boring into her, practically hearing the questions swirling in his mind. Her hands fidgeted with the hem of her blazer as she avoided eye contact, trying to find the right words to explain the situation.
"I... I'm sorry. I haven't been taking care of myself lately. It's been hard, you know? Being alone, being hated by everyone... I just... I lost the will to do anything," she admitted softly, her voice trembling with raw vulnerability, as she let out a bitter laugh. "It’s pathetic, isn’t it? A god like me, reduced to this…wretched mess."
Aether’s heart clenched as he listened to Furina's words, the raw pain and self-loathing in her voice poking at an internal wound he didn’t know existed. He wanted to reach out, to grab her shoulders and shake some sense into her, to tell her that she could never be pathetic, not in a million years. But he hesitated, unsure of what to say in the face of such naked vulnerability.
He knew all too well the weight of expectations, the burden of a title that felt more like a shackle than an honor. Through his journey of searching for his lost kin, he had gotten many titles, especially that of the legendary Traveller, which had labels put up for being kind and helpful, saving individuals to nations from misfortune. And sometimes, to be truthful, he’s tired…tired of being seen as the hero, of being expected to reach out to everyone’s aid, to the point where he questions whether he’s being used and taken for granted. But Furina... She had carried her weight for centuries, long before he even set foot in Teyvat. And now, after she gave it her all to save everyone, she lost her value in the people’s eyes, and was now thrown aside like a broken toy.
A part of Aether wanted to rage against the cruelty of fate, to scream at the unfairness of a world that could so easily cast aside a goddess for mere mortal failings. But a cooler, saner part of him knew that Furina needed more than just empty platitudes, no matter how fervently they turned out to be.
In the end, even the coolest voice resonated with fierce devotion, as Aether finally spoke, "You're not pathetic, Furina," He said softly, willing his words to sink into her battered psyche as he stared sincerely into Furina’s widened eyes. "What you've gone through, the strength it took to endure... that's not weakness, that's power. And I know, because I've seen it in others, and I see it in you."
Furina stared at Aether, momentarily stunned. Aether’s sincere gaze bored into her very soul. The raw honesty in his words sent an unexpected warmth blossoming in her chest, a feeling she had nearly forgotten amidst years of isolation and self-loathing.
She is not used to hearing something so nice said about her. As the Archon, everyone always praised her for how strong and capable she was, but never as a person, just as a tool for their nation…
I... I don't know what to say, No one has ever said anything like that to me before...
She wanted desperately to believe him, to let his reassurances wash away the taint of despair that clung to her like a second skin. But doubt gnawed at her, a lingering echo of the cruel whispers and accusing stares she endured daily.
She took a shuddering breath, trying to sputter out a response, but ended up laughing bitterly instead. "You're just saying that to be nice. You don't really mean it."
Her eyes welled up with unshed tears, the ache in her chest intensifying as a strangled sob escaped her. "I'm a fraud... I was never worthy of being called Archon in the first place. I failed everybody... I failed myself..."
She turned away from him, unable to bear the tenderness in his gaze a moment longer. Beats of tears landed on the well-worn carpet as she doubled over, the weight of her grief and regrets physically crushing down on her fragile shoulders.
"So please... Don't pretend to understand." She whispered through the tears, her voice choked with anguish. "Leave me be... Let me wallow in misery, like the miserable creature I am..."
Seeing Furina break down so completely, tears streaming down her face as she curls in on herself, a burning need ignited within Aether, urging him to act, to stem the tide of anguish consuming her.
Damn it... I can't just stand here watching her crumble like this. Do something…anything…
Aether clenched his fists, anger and helplessness warring within - angry at a world that could be so cruel, so unforgiving; helpless with the current situation, feeling that he’s missing some vital piece of the puzzle, some magic word or act that could glue the shattered fragments of Furina's psyche back together.
He took a deep and steadying breath, trying to reign in the tempest of emotions. He couldn’t let his frustration color his judgment. Not now, not when she needs him to be clear-headed and present.
Furina stood there, trembling as the tears flowed freely down her face. She couldn't bring herself to look at Aether, ashamed of the way she was breaking down in front of him. Her shoulders shook with each sob, years of pent-up emotion finally pouring out.
She wrapped her arms around herself, hugging tight as if trying to physically hold herself together. But it was no use. The facade she had maintained for so long was crumbling, and she was left exposed and raw.
Furina choked on her words, muttering with a strangled sob, "I deserve this... A failure like me doesn't deserve happiness, this is what I-"
Before she could finish, a pair of strong arms pulled her into a tight embrace.
Furina gasped sharply, eyes wide with shock as she found herself suddenly enfolded in Aether's firm embrace, her sobs momentarily pausing. She instinctively stiffened, hands fisting in the fabric of his shirt, unsure of how to respond to this sudden display of intimacy and compassion. But as his arms tightened around her trembling form, a broken sob escaped her lips.
Huh…? What are you doing…?
She wanted to pull away, to push him off and run away from this overwhelming display of compassion. But instead, she found herself melting into his warmth, her tears soaking into his shirt as she gripped the fabric desperately.
The solid strength of Aether's body against her softer curves grounded Furina, a tether to reality amidst her spiraling anguish. His arms encircled her protectively, yet his grip held a tenderness that made her want to stay there forever.
A lifetime of lonely nights and longing for connection caught up with her. Furina found herself melting into Aether's embrace, her own arms instinctively wrapping around him in return. She buried her face in the crook of his neck, her tears soaking into the fabric of his shirt.
But even as she desperately wanted to grasp this opportunity, to start believing in herself, doubts and insecurities remained. "Don't..." She choked out between sobs. "Don't touch me, I-I'm disgusting... I'm not worthy of being touched..."
Isn’t this what I always wanted, always craved? Why am I pushing him away…?
Aether held her close, wrapping his arms tightly around her quivering form as she broke down in his embrace. He could feel her tears soaking through his shirt, her body shaking with each of her painful sobs.
Furina opened her mouth again, only to be silenced as Aether gently pressed a finger to her soft lips. Her eyes widened, her heart fluttering at the intimate act as her anguish momentarily subsided.
Stroking her back gently, Aether leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "Shh… It's okay, Furina... just let it all out. I'm here for you. You're not alone anymore."
His voice was low and soothing, a gentle rumble that would hopefully comfort her battered soul. Even though he knew he couldn't take away her pain, he wanted to at least stand beside her and help her get through it.
Furina clung to Aether like a lifeline as the dam holding back her agony shattered completely. Her sobs intensified, turning into heart-wrenching wails as years of suppressed misery poured out of her. She had held so much inside for so long, pretending to be strong, to be okay... but it was all a lie. Centuries of pent-up sorrow, fear, and loneliness bubbled to the surface all at once.
"Ahhhnn…! I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..." She choked out between anguished cries, fingers curling into the fabric of Aether's shirt as if her life depended on it. "I c-can't do this anymore... I'm so tired... I-I'm not strong enough..."
I don't want to be alone anymore... I don't want to be the Archon... I don’t want to be the star of Fontaine… I just want to be…myself… Is that too much to ask for?
She felt Aether's arms tighten around her, pulling her even closer as his gentle strokes and soothing words washed over her broken spirit. For the first time in centuries, Furina allowed herself to be vulnerable, to be seen in her true, flawed form without apology or adornment.
Furina couldn't remember the last time someone had held her like this, with such tenderness and understanding. It was a foreign feeling, but felt so right. Aether's gentle stroking of her back and soothing words acted as a catalyst, coaxing out her anguish.
"I'm scared... I'm terrified of being alone, of being hated by everyone forever..." She confessed between watery sobs, her voice raw and strangled. "I just wanted...wanted someone to see me, to see the real me... not the Archon, but Furina…"
…the girl who dreamed of being loved.
Aether's steady heartbeat and the warmth radiating from his body felt like a beacon, a promise of safety and comfort she had never dared to crave before. Furina clung to Aether like a drowning woman to a raft in a stormy sea, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as if afraid he would disappear if she let go.
Aether held Furina close, one hand gently stroking her hair as the other arm remained wrapped securely around her quivering form. He remained silent, allowing her the time she desperately needed to purge the anguish and despair that had long been trapped within her.
Her tears dampened his shirt, her sobs growing louder and more heart-wrenching with each passing moment. It’s painful to see her like this, to hear the raw, unfettered pain emanating from the core of her being. But he knew that this catharsis was necessary, a vital step in her healing process.
Aether could only imagine the immense pressure and isolation she must have endured for centuries, bearing the weight of an entire nation's expectations and the burden of a title that had become a shackle. And now, finally, she was allowing herself to cast off that facade, to reveal the scared, lonely girl underneath.
He simply held her, his grip gentle yet unyielding, as she poured out her sorrows. He whispered words of comfort and reassurance in a low murmur against her hair. "That's it, Furina... Let it all out. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."
Furina's sobs gradually quietened, replaced by shuddering breaths as the initial storm of emotion began to subside. Aether felt her body growing limp and heavy in his arms, the fight draining out of her as exhaustion from the emotional outburst took over. Her eyelids fluttered close, as she eventually slipped into a light sleep, still clinging weakly to Aether's shirt. Her face no longer contorted in pain as her breaths came in soft, shuddering gasps. For the first time in a long time, Furina looked at peace, even if it was only for a moment.
Sleep had always been difficult for Furina since losing her status, plagued by nightmares and the inability to escape her guilt-ridden thoughts. She would often wake in a cold sweat, tears streaking her face, and stare into the darkness until dawn.
But in Aether’s embrace, it didn’t bother her. She felt safe and protected, like nothing could hurt her wounded heart. She instinctively nuzzled closer, seeking comfort and warmth in his arms, tears still glistening on her lashes. Her eyelids fluttered softly, a few rogue tears escaping to roll down her cheeks. The corner of her mouth lifted into a natural smile as she dreamed.
Finally… I'm not alone anymore... He is here... He sees me...the real me...
Aether gazed down at Furina's peaceful, slumbering form. His heart swelled with a strange mix of tenderness and determination. He gently swept a stray lock of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear.
She looks so fragile like this… Poor thing... she must’ve exhausted herself with all that crying. He thought, carefully sliding his arms underneath her and scooping her up, making sure not to wake her. Aether was surprised at how light she was, feeling a surge of protectiveness as he felt Furina’s small and weak frame nestled warmly against him. It’s as if all that pent-up anguish had drained away from her body, leaving behind only a delicate shell.
Stepping softly into her bedroom, Aether gently laid her down on the bed, her limp form sinking into the soft mattress. He took a moment to tuck the blankets over her, ensuring she would be warm and comfortable. Seeing Furina so vulnerable and trusting in her sleep ignited a new wave of fierce protectiveness within him. He wanted nothing more than to shield her from the harsh judgments and unforgiving nature of those around her.
Even in her sleep, Furina instinctively nestled into the crook of Aether’s arm, seeking warmth and comfort from the proximity. Aether began to extricate himself, wanting to give her the space to rest and heal undisturbed. But as he tried to pull away, her slender arms tightened around him.
"No...don't leave...I don't wanna be alone..." Furina mumbled in her sleep, frowning worriedly as remnant tears tugged on her eyelashes. Her hold stiffened as she trembled slightly.
The desperate plea caught Aether off guard, his heart clenching at the raw vulnerability in her voice. He hesitated, glancing between the door and Furina's anxious face. He couldn't bring himself to leave her alone like this, not when she needed someone so desperately.
His lips curled into a gentle smile. With a tender touch, he brushed a stray lock of hair from Furina's face, his fingers lingering on her soft cheek. He carefully settled himself onto the bed beside her. Wrapping his arms around her once more, Aether pulled her close until he could feel her warmth.
Sensing the returned coziness, Furina sighed contentedly, her body relaxing as sleep claimed her once more. As Furina drifts off to sleep, her dream begins to take shape, a kaleidoscope of images and emotions swirling together. The scenery shifted, growing darker and more unsettling.
Furina found herself standing alone in the grand auditorium of the Opera Epiclese, the once opulent space now decaying and decrepit. The once vibrant red velvet curtains were moth-eaten and faded, and the ornate gold accents were tarnished and dull.
She walked down the aisle, the floorboards creaking ominously beneath her bare feet. As she reached the stage, the spotlights flickered, casting eerie shadows across the worn wood.
"Ah…!" A stone hit her from behind as she stumbled forth and covered her head, her face wincing slightly in pain. She turned around, her glistering and watery eyes peeking beneath disheveled eyelashes, frantically surveying her surroundings.
That's when she saw them - the people of Fontaine, filling the empty seats, their faces twisted in anger and accusation, their voices rising in a chorus of furious shouts.
"Fraud! Imposter!" they screamed, their words echoing through the cavernous space. "You're not the real Archon! You're a liar, a deceiver!"
Furina stumbled back, her heart pounding in her chest as she tried to escape the relentless onslaught of their wrath. But no matter which way she turned, there was no escape. She was surrounded, overwhelmed, drowning in a sea of hatred and scorn.
Furina stirred restlessly in her sleep, a frown creasing her brow as the nightmare continued. Her breathing grew shallow and rapid, hands clenching the bedsheet beneath her as the hated faces of the Fontainians swam before her eyes, their angry shouts and accusations ringing relentlessly in her ears.
"Cursed, fake... you couldn't save us, you didn't do anything to help us..." They pointed fingers at her, periodically hurling small objects her way.
"No... Please, stop! I'm sorry!" Furina whimpered, her hands coming up to cover her face as if shielding it from the imagined blows of resentment and scorn. Tears leaked from beneath her closed lids, trickling down her flushed cheeks as years of pent-up anguish came pouring out. "Stop... stop hitting me... I'm trying my best...!" She whined pitifully, curling in on herself defensively even in slumber. Furina stood helplessly alone as the crowd circled her, throwing insults and objects with unrestrained malice. The guilt and shame crashed over her, as overwhelming as ever.
I’m sorry…please stop…I can’t take this anymore…
Suddenly, a figure stepped in front of her, shielding Furina from the onslaught. Through blurry and tear-filled eyes, she saw Aether standing tall and defiant against the mob, his form materializing like a beacon of light amidst the shadows. Without hesitation, he pulled Furina into his arms, shielding her from the angry mob with his own body.
Furina gasped, eyes flying open in shock. She reached out a trembling hand, touching Aether's arm, feeling the stinging pain from the debris striking his flesh. Every jolt and twitch from the impacts sent a shockwave through her nerves.
No…you shouldn't... It's my fault... I'm the one they hate...not you...
Yet she felt so safe, so protected… She lifted her head, her eyes sparking with fresh tears as she took in the sight of him, a lifeline in the stormy sea of her despair. Tears streamed down her face anew as a dividing warmth blossomed in her chest. She buried her face against his chest, her tears soaking into the fabric of his shirt as the terror slowly ebbed from her body. The warmth of his embrace seeped into her very bones, chasing away the chill that had settled in her heart.
The jeering crowd began to fade, their angry shouts dissolving into the ether until only the sound of their breathing remained. She relaxed, losing herself back to her much-needed slumber.
For once in a long time, Furina felt at ease in her sleep.
By the time Furina came to, it was already morning the next day. She slowly blinked away the last vestiges of sleep, her mind groggy and disoriented as she took in her surroundings. The sunlight filtering through the curtains painted a warm glow across her face, the gentle rays a soothing balm to her weary eyes.
She sat up slowly, the events of the previous day coming back to her in a smog - Aether's visit, his comforting words, and the way he had held her as she poured out her heart and cried herself into exhaustion.
Her mind was in a haze, the clear line between imagination and reality smeared blurry in her brain as she tried recalling the events of the previous day, her lucid dream not making it any easier.
Was it a dream after all?
But the feeling of being protected and cherished was so real, so vivid. It felt like a promise, a vow whispered in the quiet moments between asleep and awake. In Aether's arms, she felt safe and understood in a way never before.
Furina's brow furrowed as she tried to reconcile the feeling of Aether's embrace with the harsh reality of her lonely existence. Surely, it must’ve been nothing more than a dream, a cruel trick of her subconscious, teasing her with the possibility of connection and understanding.
Who would want to be with me after everything that's happened...? After I failed them so utterly...?
Furina thought bitterly, a fresh wave of self-loathing washing over her. She looked down sadly, suddenly feeling the weight of her own body like a leaden anchor tethering her to the bed. The idea of facing another day alone, another day of being shunned and judged by the people of Fontaine, filled her with profound dread.
She sat there unmotivated, her head hung low and her shoulders slumped in despondency.
What's the point of getting up...? It's going to be another painful morning, another lonely day... just like all the rest…
Furina wanted to convince herself to get up, but she couldn't escape the forlornness of reality, unable to shake off the sense of ennui. She felt like a ghost, drifting through a world that had no place for her, a relic of a bygone era that was no longer needed or wanted.
Maybe it would be easier just to stay here, to hide away from the harsh light of day and the harsher judgment of others.
She wanted to curl up under the blankets and pretend that none of it was happening, that she could somehow will herself back into blissful ignorance.
Instinctively, tears of sorrow begin to slip through, disorientating her sight, much like her life. In a sudden paroxysm of exasperation, Furina clenched her fists and slammed onto the mattress with all her strength, but only managed a light thud as she bursted out.
"Ugh...! Always crying…! Why am I always so weak? Why can’t I just...keep everything inside? Is it that hard to stay strong? Is it that hard to…"
…to want to open up and be myself for once? To be vulnerable and weak, seeking care and acceptance in others, to…to…
Her heart couldn’t lie.
"No, it’s not." A thumb ran through her cheeks, brushing away the tears of agony. "It’s not hard at all…" A gentle, soothing, and familiar voice cleaved through her misery, reaching for her shattered heart.
Furina gasped, eyes widening in shock at the sudden sound. She stopped, the gentle touch on her cheek sent a jolt of electricity through her body.
Slowly, she turned her head towards the voice, hardly believing what she was seeing. There, sitting on the edge of her bed, was the traveller. He was real and solid, not a figment of her imagination.
She froze, hardly daring to breathe, as if any sudden movement might shatter the fragile illusion. Fresh tears welled up in Furina's eyes as a maelstrom of emotions crashed over her. Disbelief warred with a tentative, fragile hope, a feeling she hadn't dared to entertain in a long time.
"Y-you're here...?" Furina whispered hoarsely, her voice rough from crying. "This isn't a dream...?"
She reached up tentatively, her slender fingers brushing against Aether's hand as if to confirm his solidity. As they touched, a jolt of warmth and familiarity raced through her, sending a shiver down her spine.
Furina’s head darted to the opened door. She was so consumed in her depressing thoughts she hadn’t noticed Aether entering the room.
The events of the previous day came rushing back, crystalizing into stark clarity. The way Aether had held her, comforted her, seen the real her beneath the shattered facade... it had been real.
Right…I fell asleep yesterday… What happened after…?
As if reading her mind, Aether explained. "You drifted asleep yesterday, so I carried you to bed. I initially wanted to leave you some space, but you were clinging so tightly that I couldn’t escape, so I decided to sleep over. I hope I didn’t cause any trouble..." He smiled sheepishly, scratching his head.
Furina stared at Aether, her eyes wide with shock and a growing blush coloring her cheeks.
He…he slept with me?!
The idea that he had stayed with her all night, sleeping in the same bed, sent a flurry of emotions swirling through her chest.
"No, it’s alright! I quite like it actually…I mean, no…maybe a little…" She stumbled with her words, her blush deepening.
She couldn't believe it. While she’s embarrassed they slept together in such close proximity, knowing that despite everything that had happened, after all the pain and anguish she had endured, he still chose to stay by her side, she felt a strange surge of warmth in her chest.
Her gaze flicked to Aether's hand on her cheek, feeling the gentle warmth of his touch. She leaned into it instinctively, craving more of the comforting heat. Her heart began to race, a fluttering sensation that had nothing to do with despair.
Aether chuckled, pulling back his hand, much to Furina’s disappointment, as he asked. "How was your sleep? Did you have any nightmares?"
Furina blinked, taking in his question before hesitating for a bit. "...No, it was one of the best I’ve had recently." Memories of sleepless nights filled with dreadful nightmares came creeping up her mind, making her shudder.
"You know…I haven't been sleeping well at all," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "Every night, it's the same thing, nightmares, flashbacks, the angry faces of the people. I can't escape it, not even in my sleep." She shook her head slowly, pulling the blanket tighter around her shoulders. She gazed out the window, watching the sun climb higher in the sky as she continued. "Most nights, if I'm lucky, I’ll get a few hours of fitful sleep before the nightmares start. I keep seeing their faces... hearing their accusations…"
Under the sunlight, faint imprints and slight wrinkles under Furina’s weary eyes could be seen. Her gaze fell on a framed picture on the nightstand - a photo of her posing as the Hydro Archon, surrounded by adoring crowds, a smile pasted on her face. She reached out, her fingers slowly tracing the photo.
"That was all a lie, you know? Everything I did, everything I pretended to be... it was all a lie to please the people of Fontaine. And now look at me... just a shadow of my former self." She laughed bitterly, shaking her head. Her hair fell onto her eyes as she brushed it aside, revealing the glimmer of unshed tears.
But instead of letting the tears seep out once again, she took a shuddering breath, turning to Aether. The sunlight illuminated her face as a faint, hopeful but fragile smile emerged from her pale lips. "But you showed me…showed me that I can be myself," Her hands instinctively reached out to grasp his hand as she confessed. "That I can be vulnerable, that I can feel cared for," She lifted her head, her lips curving into a genuine smile. "And that I can give happiness a shot..."
…and be the carefree girl seeking love behind the mask, like I always wanted to be.
Hearing her confession, Aether smiled warmly at Furina, giving her small and delicate hand a gentle, reassuring squeeze. He reached out to grab the framed picture of her and held it beside her face as he examined it intently, his brows furrowing slightly. He shifted his gaze back and forth, scrutinizing the photo and the confused Furina before him.
Aether then turned to Furina, his golden eyes meeting her heterochromatic gaze. One eye a piercing blue, the other a dark, stormy hue, a testament to the duality of her nature, the constant battle between her true self and the facade she had been forced to wear for so long.
"I don't see a difference here, Furina," He murmured softly, voice low and reassuring. "I see the same pretty, brave, and kind girl who captured the hearts of an entire nation. The same girl who, despite the weight of a terrible burden, never lost sight of what truly mattered."
His gaze completed one more cycle before continuing.
"However, I do see a striking difference…" He dropped the picture, letting it fall into the sheets, buried and forgotten. "That now, you have the chance to be yourself, to embrace the person you were always meant to be." His voice dropped to a whisper. "And that, in my opinion, is the most important and beautiful difference I see."
Furina’s eyes widened as she felt a wave of emotion surge through her chest. Her breath caught in her throat, a strangled gasp escaping her lips as Aether's words washed over her. His gentle, yet firm voice seemed to seep into her very soul, soothing the aches and pains that had been her constant companions for so long.
She gazed into his golden eyes, seeing the sincerity and honesty reflected back at her. Tears welled up on her own, her breath hitching in her throat as she struggled to process the sheer magnitude of his words.
He…He says I’m pretty and brave…and he meant it…
Furina clasped Aether's hand tighter, as if anchoring herself to his solid presence. Her fingers trembled slightly as she brought his hand up to her face, pressing it against her cheek. She nuzzled into his palm, seeking more of that comforting warmth.
"Thank you..." she whispered, her voice laced with emotion. "You don't know how much it means to hear you say that. I thought... I thought I was all alone, that no one could ever see past the lies and the pain."
She closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of Aether's skin against hers. When she opened them again, they shone with a new light, a tentative but genuine joy that she had never dared to feel before. As she opened her mouth to speak, her stomach had a different idea and decided to revolt, releasing a loud rumble.
Aether chuckled as Furina blushed, realising she had been disregarding her body’s basic needs for too long. "Sorry, I haven't eaten anything for quite some time now…" She inspected herself, her loose sleepwear wrinkled and disheveled, her left sleeve dropping below her shoulder, exposing her skin. Her cheek reddened further as she mentally scolded herself for being so disorganised.
Gosh, I’m such a mess…I hope he doesn’t mind too much…
Sensing her unease, Aether retreated out of the room, giving her space to tidy up. Furina stumbled to the bathroom, splashing cool water on her face and taking deep breaths. She plopped her arms on the sink, looking into the mirror with renewed determination.
Alright Furina, you can do this… It’s a new day, and I shall look forward to it…
She smiled to herself, the forlorn girl now no more.
Meanwhile, Aether stepped into the kitchen, hoping to find something to whip up a decent and much-needed breakfast for Furina.
Opening the first cabinet, he was greeted by a wall of yellow. Packs of macaroni in every shape and size imaginable were stacked from top to bottom. A quick count resulted in at least a dozen of them.
What...? There's no way... He thought in confusion, imagining the feeling of only surviving on macaroni, the lack of variety bringing a light wince to his face.
Closing the cabinet in disbelief, he moved on to the second cabinet, hoping for something more substantial. But no such luck came. Cans and jars of sauces in every color and consistency filled the space, all labeled with meticulous care. Macaroni sauces, macaroni cheese sauces, four-cheese macaroni sauces, bacon macaroni sauces... it seemed to go on forever.
He narrowed his eyes in bewilderment, as he questioned the now properly dressed Furina. "Uh, Furina... Why are there only macaroni ingredients in your cabinets?"
Furina almost stumbled on her step, as she grins sheepishly. "You see…I really like macaroni…yea…" She averted her gaze, the table suddenly gaining extra interest to her sight. "H-hear me out...you can have tube-shaped macaroni with cheese sauce one day, and screw-shaped with tomato sauce the next. It’s uh…very versatile and…innovative…" Furina almost cringed at her own excuse.
Versatile my foot!
Upon noticing Aether’s unimpressed look, Furina pouted, her cheeks flushing pink as she finally admitted, "Ugh, fine! I can't cook anything else, and I just can't be bothered trying, okay?" She crossed her arms, looking adorably sullen and defeated.
Aether couldn't help but chuckle softly as he watched Furina squirm under his questioning gaze. Her excuse was as thin as the sauce she seemed to love so much. Sighing and shaking his head, he closed the cabinets. "Why don't you go ahead and set the dining table? I’ll try to make something with what we have. And spoiler, it’s not macaroni!"
Furina’s pout faded as she nodded eagerly, a bright smile spreading across her face as she heard Aether's instructions. The thought of him making breakfast for her filled her with an unfamiliar warmth and happiness. She couldn't remember the last time someone had cooked for her genuinely, let alone showed such care and consideration.
"Yes, of course! I'll set the table right away," she chirped, her earlier melancholy replaced by a renewed sense of energy and excitement as she was eager to help.
She busied herself in the kitchen, rummaging through the cabinets and drawers for utensils and plates. She found a rather mismatched set, the result of her haphazard shopping habits and disorderly lifestyle. But somehow, the eclectic mix of dishes and silverware only added to the charming ambiance.
As she worked, Furina found herself humming softly, an old tune she knew that she’d never picture herself humming, as she felt a strange sense of comfort and warmth.
With a flourish, she set the last fork down and stepped back to admire her handiwork. The table was a bit lopsided, the chairs a little wobbly and slightly askew, but it was perfect in its flaws.
"There! It's all set," she announced proudly, turning to face Aether with a beaming smile. "What are you making? I can't wait to try it!"
Her stomach growled loudly, as if emphasizing her hunger and anticipation. Furina blushed, placing a hand over her tummy. "Silly me, I haven't eaten anything substantial in forever," she giggled, shaking her head. "But I'm excited to taste whatever you cook up. I have a feeling it's going to be delicious! It’s not every day you get to try the great traveler's cooking, hm?"
With scarce ingredients salvaged from the fridge, Aether barely manages to make enough batter for two. He carried the two plates piled high with fluffy, golden pancakes to the table. The aroma of melted butter and warm syrup wafted through the air, a comforting and enticing scent that seemed to chase away any lingering melancholy of Furina's despair.
He set the plates down with a proud grin, standing back to admire his culinary creation. It wasn't gourmet by any means, but given the limited ingredients at hand, it’s a decent job. Furthermore, the sheer enthusiasm and anticipation shining in Furina's eyes made the modest meal feel all the more special.
"Tada!" Aether announced with a theatrical bow, gesturing grandly to the pancakes. "I present to you, straight from the heart of Monstadt, the most delicious homemade pancakes you can find on Teyvat! Bon appétit, my dear Furina."
Furina's eyes widened as she took in the sight of the golden, fluffy pancakes piled high on the plate before her. The aroma of melted butter and warm syrup made her mouth water and her stomach rumble eagerly. She couldn't believe that something so simple and humble could look and smell so inviting.
For a moment, she was rendered speechless, her heart swelling with warmth and appreciation. The gesture of Aether making breakfast for her, the effort he had put into creating something special from the limited ingredients, it all meant the world to her.
"Oh... this looks amazing," she breathed, her voice thick with emotion. "No one has ever cooked for me like this before. It means more to me than you could possibly know."
Reaching out, she hovered her fingers over the plate, feeling the warmth through the rising air. She plucked a fork from the table and cut into the pancake, watching as the butter melted and the syrup soaked in, making the cake glisten and shine.
As she took her first bite, Furina let out a soft moan of pleasure, her eyes fluttering shut as the flavors burst in her mouth. "Mmm... this is delicious," she purred, savoring the taste. "The texture is so light and fluffy, and the sweetness of the syrup pairs perfectly with the butter. You’re good at this!"
She took another hearty bite, feeling a sense of contentment wash over her as she ate. Each forkful seemed to chase away the lingering shadows of her past, replacing them with a growing gratification.
Aether couldn't help but smile warmly at the sight of her eating joyfully, feeling a sense of satisfaction at being able to bring a moment of radiance and comfort to her life. He had encountered countless people from all walks of life, but Furina's unique struggles had struck a chord within him. Her journey towards embracing her true self was one he wanted to support and encourage, in whatever small ways he could.
As she ate, Furina found herself chatting excitedly with Aether, a wide smile never leaving her face. "You know, I never thought I'd be sitting here, eating a delicious meal cooked by someone who truly cares about me. It's a new feeling, but one that I could definitely get used to."
She paused, a soft blush coloring her cheeks as she looked up at Aether. "Thank you, truly. Thank you for being here and showing me that I'm worth more than the lies and the pain. You've given me a reason to smile again, and I can't thank you enough for that."
"It's the least I can do as a friend," Aether said softly, his golden eyes reflecting the soft glow of the morning light streaming through the window. Furina’s happiness filled him with a sense of contentment knowing that he played a part in bringing it about.
Friend ...the word echoed in Furina’s mind, a simple yet profound concept that she had never truly understood. She had been surrounded by people who only saw her as a means to an end, a tool to maintain their own happiness and prosperity. But Aether saw her for who she truly was, flaws and all, and still chose to stand by her side.
But she found herself staring into a pair of captivating eyes, golden like the morning light illuminating his face, appearing almost ethereal, like a dream made real. She couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have him always by her side, not just as a friend, but as something more. The thought sent a rush of butterflies through her stomach and a blush spreading across her cheeks.
She quickly shook her head, trying to dispel the notion. No, she couldn't think that way. He was her friend, here to help her. She couldn't ruin that by entertaining such foolish ideas. Pushing the thought away, Furina focused on the present instead.
She reached out, placing her hand gently over his own, giving it a soft squeeze. "Thank you… Thank you for being my friend, and for showing me what it means to be truly cared for and accepted. I'm so grateful to have you in my life…"
Aether gave her an encouraging smile as he glanced over at the clock on the wall, noticing it was later than he thought. While it has been wonderful spending the morning with Furina, seeing her smile and laugh genuinely, he still has his responsibilities to attend to. Adventures aside, he still has a floating white fairy to feed.
"Would you look at the time… I apologize Furina, but I should be going now," He said softly, giving her hand a gentle squeeze before pulling away. "Paimon should be worried sick about where I've disappeared to. She’s not used to me vanishing this long without any word."
Furina's smile faded slightly as she glanced over at the clock, a flicker of disappointment crossing her face at the realization that Aether's visit was coming to an end. She had been so caught up in their conversation and the warmth of his presence that she had lost track of time, forgetting about the world outside her little apartment.
"A-already? But... but we were having such a good time," she stammered, hating the way her voice wavered with emotion. "M-must you go so soon? I thought... I thought we could spend more time together. There's still so much I want to... to talk about."
Her grip on his hand tightened for a moment, a silent plea for him to stay a little longer. But as quickly as it came, the urge faded, and she released him, her hand falling back to her side.
Furina bit her lower lip as she looked down at her plate, suddenly feeling the weight of his impending departure. "Sorry… It's just... I don't want you to go," she admitted quietly, a hint of vulnerability creeping into her tone.
Aether stood up from the table, straightening his blonde hair that was slightly disheveled from the morning. "It’s okay, I promise I’ll visit you again soon alright?" He said assuringly, reaching out his hand and gently patting Furina’s head.
She nodded, somewhat comforted by his touch. "I understand. Paimon must be worried, and I wouldn't want to be the reason for her distress," she said softly, a hint of sadness in her voice. "Please, go and set her mind at ease. But I’ll hold you up for your promise…"
"Of course, and thank you for this wonderful breakfast and the delightful company, Furina. I'm glad I could bring some happiness and comfort to your life today," Aether said with a warm smile, his golden eyes crinkling slightly at the corners. "I'll visit you again soon, and we can continue where we left off."
Yea…you better come back… If not…I'll just have to go find you and drag you back!
As Aether opened the front door and prepared to step out, Furina suddenly remembered something.
"Wait!" She called out, instinctively standing up. "I know everyone calls you by the name Traveller, but you have a real name right?" Clenching her hands together, she placed them on her chest as she gathered her courage to ask. "May I know your name? Your real name…" As the question left her, she felt uncertain, afraid she was stepping on sensitive grounds. She quickly added, "It’s ok if you don’t wanna tell me! I understand…"
Aether paused at the door, glancing back over his shoulder at Furina with a gentle smile. Her question caught him by surprise, but it was fair. In all his interactions, not many ever bothered to ask him his real name, always referring to him as the renowned Traveller.
He turned to face her fully, his golden eyes meeting her heterochromatic gaze for the last time. Hesitating slightly, he noticed Furina's genuine curiosity and vulnerability in her eyes as he gave in.
"Aether," he replied with a smile, before turning back and stepping out, the door closing with a thud.
"Aether…" Furina repeats the name, engraving it into memory. Slowly sitting down, she lowered her head in thought, before a beautiful smile framed her lips.
"I like it."