can i request venti angst headcanons of him dealing with the death of his lover? sorry if this vague i was just wondering how he'd act after losing another person in his long life and how the ppl around him notice the shift in hos behavior
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Death was a memory to the god of wind and freedom. He was prepared for its coming, his immortal heart encased in steel armour. What he was never prepared for was you becoming a memory to him too.
Venti was no stranger to loss. A millennia-old god who has seen peopleāboth people in passing, and those he held closeācome and go would grow accustomed to such tragic events. It was the mortal cycle of life; that much, he had accepted.
He has seen death as though it were his friend that greeted him on a quiet afternoonāhe was used to it, but that never meant it hurt any less.
He was a weak god, he has told you one too many times. He'd sworn to go to the ends of the world to protect you, but he knows that there would come a day when he'd be a few seconds too lateāa reaction too late to keep his promise.Ā
And thus, there you were, in the midst of fire and smoke. In the city he loved so much, and right before his very eyes, Venti watched you fall.Ā
He saw the way you staggered back, a longsword pierced through you. He saw the way your eyes glazed over before attempting to push the lector away.Ā
He remembered screaming your name that night. He remembered holding you as you looked up to comfort him in bated breath. He remembers everything vividly. A memory imprinted in his mind.Ā
Venti was accustomed to the death of people he loved and cherished. That was what he kept telling himself during your wake. He dared not to look around the room, but he knew there were only a handful of people who came to see you off.Ā
He remembers the numbness that came to wash over him as he watched what remained of you turn to ashes. He remembers wanting to cry when your parent cried, holding onto your urn. Your urnāhe never thought heāll have to think that so soon.
Now, here Venti was. Standing on Starsnatch Cliff, thinking about you.Ā
He thinks about your smile, your heart, your everything. He thinks about all the promises heās ever made, and everything hurts all over again.Ā
Had he been a little faster, a little more attentive, would you be here with him right now? Would he be able to have the honour of watching the wind blow through your hair as the both of you stood by the mountains?
Oh, how much heād give to see you grinning up at him, cecilias in hand. To hear you tell him that this was not his faultā¦ was this truly not his fault?
Death was no stranger to him, and Venti could not help but wonder if he was the herald. Did death despise him so much that it will only take from him all that he comes to love?
Venti mourns you, but not in the way he wishes you could have avoided being at the wrong place at the wrong time. He mourns you, in a way that he wishes he could have saved youāwhere he wishes he could have reached you before everything began.Ā
Venti mourns you and blames himselfāand he tries not to. Youād be upset, you had told him. Youād be upset if he blamed himself again for things he cannot control.
You are a god, he remembers you telling him softly, your head leaning against his shoulder. But that does not mean you are not allowed to make mistakes. Gods can make mistakes too, you know?
The gods of Teyvat were allowed to make mistakes. That was the solace he desperately holds on to now that you were goneā¦ but time and again, heāll think about you. He will have his heart ache again and again, but he knewābecause you had promisedāthat one day, heāll think of you and only be reminded of the gentle breeze and the softness of cecilia flowers.
The first to notice his drastic change in behaviour was, of course, the master of the Dawn WineryāDiluc. He had noticed Ventiās lessened alcohol consumption.Ā
Venti clearly remembers what he had answered Diluc, I do not want to forget.Ā
Whether he wanted to remember you at all times (he did), or he wanted to remind himself that he was just as guilty as the culprit who took you away from him (he did too), that was something his subconscious mind could answer.
Diluc didnāt ask again after. If anything, Diluc mightāve understood grief as much as the god of freedom did. After all, he too, had lost a loved one.
Losing you did not hurt any less after everyone he has lost before. On the contrary, it hurt more than he could possibly imagine.Ā
But because it hurt more, that did not mean he would no longer be able to heal.
You were his dearest, one he loved more than he could ever love any vintage and fine wine. Just because it had hurtāand terribly so, does not mean he will think of you as a memory that only haunts him.
Heād heal one day, just like you had told him before your eyes fluttered close.Ā
But for nowā¦ Venti will mourn, like all the times he did before.
I'm so so sorry this took a little longer than expected! I suddenly got so swamped with work ueueue. But here it is now! It's my first time writing HCs, so any feedback would be appreciated!
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