#venaether

(I wrote this last night and I’m very proud of it!)

Aether and Venti haven’t met yet, but it’s been a whole lot of

Lior/Pai: (describing the archons)

Aether: all of those people sound like they suck besides the Anemo god

Lior: um

Aether will end up trusting other archons later he’s just traumatized by Lumine being taken

and a “god of freedom” sounds the least likely to imprison them both!

I was bored and I came up with a little comic idea

Summary:

Aether and Lumine are journalism students who lost their childhood friend to a Vision. Determined to discover what happened to him the two of them search for Celestia, the alleged compound where Vision-Wielders are kept. Upon being captured by armed guards Aether finds himself separated from Lumine, and no one will tell him where she is. Despite not having a Vision himself, Aether is added to the list of Celestia’s residents and placed in the Anemo Group against his will under the watchful eyes of Barbatos.

Sorry I took this long, anon! Life’s been kicking me in the butt, but here I go! (Also, thanks, and Merry Christmas!!)

[Part 1] [About the twins and Venti] [LumiVen hcs]

Aether is the softer one. And it’s easy to be around him. Almost too easy.

Venti remembers another boy, in another time. Gentle and nice and too brave for his own good. And just as he did back then, he follows Aether - what else can he do?

To no one’s surprise, the melodies he inspires are ones full of life. There’s music in the arc of his arm as he wields his sword, a beat that can only be called thrilling hiding behind his laugh. Venti is mesmerized.

Lumine says that it’s because he’s whipped, because Aether’s laugh is ugly. (”The Seven knows I love him, but he sounds like he’s suffocating.”)

She braids cecilias in his brother’s braid every time she knows they’re meeting with him, and sends Venti this knowing look that makes him feel like...not a teenager, exactly, because he was never one to start with. But something along those lines.

One loves cats and the other is allergic to them. You can guess how that one goes.

Venti rests his head on Aether’s shoulder once and he sneezes for the next ten minutes. 

Venti, when he wants to cuddle: -Throws a whoosh of wind in Aether’s direction, just to make sure that there’s no fur in his clothes.- 

(Lumine gets SUPER pissed. It mess up his hair.)

Aether always seems to know what he’s feeling, doesn’t matter how much he smiles or sings or makes silly rhymes. It’s a curious mix between confusing and lovable.

After he loses his gnosis, Aether spends a lot of time with him. Sometimes, when darkness is creeping into his chest, he holds his hand. Slowly, so Venti can stop him if he feels like it. Making sure that he has a choice.