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The letters started pouring in.
Day one, he wrote how much he missed her.
Day two, he wrote about the scenery, and attached some silly drawings of the scenery that he tried to replicate.
Day three, he wrote about meeting new faces from nations he had passed by.
Day four, he grows tired and wants to go back home. He misses the winds of Mond, and having her by his side.
As joyful as he seemed in his letters to the Knights of Favonius, when it comes to letters written for her, he couldn’t help but pour out his true feelings. He does tell her when things get exciting, like when Dandelion Wine gets delivered. Other times, he wrote with a broken heart (occasionally with a pulled arm after pushing himself too much during battle, or with a fresh new battle scar where he’d accidentally get blood on the letter).
Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months. By the time there was news of him coming back home again, Jean, Diluc, Kaeya and a handful of others had already grown up as responsible, selfless adults.
She sat on the statue’s hands, dangling her feet. Varka was coming home soon, in a matter of a few hours, she hoped. The moon was just as bright as ever. At this height with no buildings blocking the moonlight, it was bright enough for her to journal and read a book.
She would stay there all night if that’s what it takes to be the first person Varka lays his eyes on when he returns to Mondstadt.
At some point, Venti got on top of his own statue’s head just to sit and chat with her. The amount of times Varka had dragged Venti to his matrimonial home to recover after a night of heavy drinking was enough for the Anemo archon and Varka’s wife to become best friends. Due to his drunkenness, he would team up with her to prank Varka. Sometimes even causing the Knight of Boreas to trip on a tugged carpet, falling facefirst into a pie laid on the floor.
Those pranks would be a story for another time. Now, her heart beats faster and faster as dawn breaks.
Right at the gates stood a tall, blonde man. His blue eyes scanned the waking town. Everyone had just started their day.
I promise to wait for you at Venti’s statue. The very place you proposed to me.
PS: I still think you’re crazy for proposing on top of a statue. Did you not fear death?
He dashed past citizens waving at him and leaped to the bottom of Venti’s statue. There she was. Just as beautiful as the day he left.
She meets him beneath the statue. Upon closer inspection, she found new scars on his forearms, and his hands have since become more calloused.
With the Anemo archon’s beautiful music played in the background, Varka seals a kiss to her, marking their long-awaited reunion.