#venti fluff

𐔌 . . . 𝐀𝐋𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌꒱

One second he’s reading under a tree, the next, the sky explodes and something winged crashes straight into his lap.

You, wide-eyed and covered in feathers, “Mortal! Thou shalt not gaze upon my—oh hey, you’re cute.”

Instantly, you switch moods. “Oh, thank the Creator, you broke my fall!” you chirp, wings flapping erratically and causing an Eye of the Storm to fall off a cliff. “...Oops..”

He stares at you for a long, silent second, “You’re thanking me for your lack of flight control?”

“You caught me,” you argue, proudly, “that’s destiny.”

“That is gravity,” he corrects.

Somehow, within the next hour, you’ve installed yourself in his study, sitting cross-legged on his table, sipping his tea, asking questions about “mortal philosophy” while petting his hair and getting your feathers everywhere. 

He insists you’re a “cosmic disturbance.” Yet, when you fall asleep against his shoulder mid-sentence, he quietly turns a page without moving you.

You call him “wise mortal.” He calls you “airborne liability.” It’s… a start.

𐔌 . . . 𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐓𝐎꒱

The heavens open above the Kamisato Estate during a perfectly normal tea break. He barely lifts an eyebrow when you descend, glowing and terrifyingly serene.

Guards panic, servants kneel, and Thoma drops a tray. Ayato, on the other hand, just sips his boba tea. “Well. That’s new. It seems we’ve received… heavenly company.”

You step forward, eyes like judgment itself, voice like thunder, “I come seeking the one called Ayato.”

He smiles politely, “Ah, my reputation precedes me. Shall we discuss this matter over tea?”

You end up lecturing him about cosmic law while he tests if angels blush when complimented (Yes, and then his teacup explodes).

For someone supposedly divine, you blush very easily when he bows to kiss your hand.

Later, when you scold him for manipulating nobles, he says, “If Heaven dislikes cunning, perhaps it shouldn’t make mortals so imperfectly interesting.”

You have no rebuttal.

𐔌 . . . 𝐃𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐄꒱

He found you when you suddenly appeared in his laboratory, mixing around random chemicals. The first thing you do when you see him is sneeze, and three of his clones combust because of your germs mingling with the unfortunate chemical solution. 

He’s delighted. Not concerned, not shocked—delighted.

“An angel, you say? Fascinating. Tell me, are your wings detachable?”

You tilt your head, halo wobbling, giggling like a wind chime, “Detachable? No, dummy! They tickle if you touch them!”

He short-circuits for half a second. Then grabs a clipboard, “For science, of course.”

You hum happily while accidentally melting one of his lab tables with divine light. You’re the perfect specimen. (He might also be a little fond. Oops.)

He stares, fascinated as you nearly blow up his lab again, “Interesting. Divine sneeze reflex causes spontaneous combustion…can you do it again?”

“Maybe if you tickle me!”

That’s how the Eleventh Segment ends up half-immolated while the Third Segment is taking frantic notes.

You float lazily above his desk, babbling about celestial nonsense and calling him “Doctor Funny Mask.”

He swears you’re the greatest discovery of his career. 

Unfortunately for you, this seemingly sweet doctor (to you, no one else thinks that) is never going to let you go. So, when you tell him your signals to Heaven are working again, he destroys your little messaging device and keeps you locked up in his lab. With love, of course. 

𐔌 . . . 𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐂꒱

You fall straight through the Dawn Winery roof right as he’s cleaning up Kaeya’s latest prank. Adelinde almost faints.

Diluc catches you midair, with the reflexes of someone who’s done this way too often with wine crates. He sighs. 

You blink up at him, dazed, “...Are you the keeper of this realm, or are you my destined savior?”

“I’m your unfortunate landing pad.”

“Ah.. so you’re the love of my life.” 

“Absolutely not. I have enough fangirls.” 

You cling to him like he’s a life raft, “You smell like grapes.”

“That would be the wine cellar you nearly destroyed.”

You call him “Sir Flamin’ Hot Sexy,” and he blushes for the first time since 1623.

Later, as you sit wrapped in his coat, wings drooping, you whisper, “You look sad, for someone who saved me.”

He hesitates long enough for you to reach up and brush his cheek. He catches your hand, softly, “Rest. The rest of your questions can wait until I patch the ceiling.”

When you try to thank him with “holy light,” you nearly set the vineyard on fire. He hasn’t decided whether to kick you out or hide you so you never meet Kaeya… or worse, Klee. 

𐔌 . . . 𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀꒱

He feels the presence of something before you fall.

But when the “something” turns out to be you, glowing and weightless, he can’t help but smile.

“You’re not frightened?” you ask, hovering inches above the ground.

“Should I be? You seem gentle enough.”

You look at the leaves swirling around his blade, fascinated, “The wind… listens to you.”

“Sometimes it listens better than people do.”

You talk all night about freedom, about stars, about how heaven feels colder than the breeze on his ship’s deck. When dawn breaks, you gift him a feather, “A reminder that even the sky envies the wind.”

He keeps it tucked in his haori always, though he won’t ever say why. After all, you’ve become his little angel muse. 

𐔌 . . . 𝐋𝐘𝐍𝐄𝐘꒱

It’s mid-performance when the ceiling explodes into a bright light. The audience gasps. Lyney, to his credit, takes a bow.

“And now, for my greatest trick—oh. You’re not supposed to be here.”

You blink from the ceiling wreckage, “…Where am I?”

He grins, “In my spotlight, apparently.”

You’re trembling, wings drooping, voice soft, “I didn’t mean to interrupt your… um, mortal entertainment...I think I took a wrong turn at the Pearly Gates…”

He offers a gloved hand, “Then let’s make this crash landing our special act.”

You spend the evening helping him “vanish” doves…only for the doves to follow you instead.

Backstage, he gives you his hat to hide your halo. You smile, “You’re kind for a trickster.”

“You’re too trusting for a deity,” he replies, but his tone is warm.

Lynette sighs, “You’re flirting with a celestial being…again.”

𐔌 . . . 𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄꒱

The courthouse erupts in light. Melusines scatter. He’s halfway through a sentence when you shatter the glass and faceplant in front of the bench like a sanctified meteor.

“Oops,” you mumble, “do I have to pay for that?”

He stares, speechless, “This is… the Palais Mermonia.”

“Oh! A palace. Fancy.”

“No, a court of law.”

“So you’re sort of, like, Heaven’s HR department?”

The courtroom goes dead silent. What the hell is an HR department?

You laugh, “Oops, wrong universe!”

When he finds out your communication is broken, so you’ll be staying here a while, he ends up giving you a “court tour,” partly to keep you from flying into the ceiling lamps again.

When you apologize for “breaking the sky window,” he sighs, just once, “Perhaps… we can find you lodging. Somewhere without glass.”

𐔌 . . . 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄꒱

You literally drop into his personal bubble of solitude. Bad move.

“What in the Archons’ name are you?”

You, dazed, “A… creature of heaven?”

He glares, “Then go back.”

But your wings are all messed up, so he (very reluctantly) takes you back home.

He absolutely does not help you fix your wings, but he also doesn’t leave you alone. He reminds you of a cat you once became friends with.

You become a part of his daily routine and can’t help yourself from saying, “You don’t do anything fun, do you?”

“Fun is a waste of time.”

“Then you’re doing life wrong!!”

He glares at you. You sleep on the couch that night. But the next morning, when he finds you crying because your wing’s condition worsened overnight, he freezes. 

“Don’t—stop crying. That’s annoying.”

He ends up awkwardly bandaging your wing in silence. You smile through tears, “You’re not mean, you just talk like... thunder. Scary, but not harmful. It's comforting when you get used to it.”

He rolls his eyes, muttering, “Then maybe you should go back to Heaven where it’s quiet.”

He doesn’t mean it. Not at all.

𐔌 . . . 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐀꒱

You land mid-fight, radiant and confused, feathers flying everywhere. He nearly trips on a halo.

“Finally! A challenge that fell from the sky itself!”

You’re dazed, “I— wait, are you fighting for sport?”

“Of course. Wanna join?”

You heal him instantly, wings fluttering. “You mortals are insane.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

He challenges you to a spar. You refuse. He grins wider.

“C’mon, angel, show me what Heaven’s got.”

By the end of the day, he’s covered in soot, you’ve broken half a cliff, and both of you are laughing like maniacs under a star-filled canopy.

Later, he tells everyone he “fought Heaven and won.” You’re still trying to explain that you were trying to apologize.

𐔌 . . . 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈꒱

You land on him mid-song. He doesn’t even flinch, just keeps playing.

“Ah, another fallen star~ Are you here to steal my thunder, or just my spotlight?”

You start humming harmony with him. The crowd thinks it’s divine intervention.

3 hours later: “You’re drunk.” “I’m holy, actually.”

He tells everyone you’re his muse. You’re pretty sure he just wants free drinks.

Still, when you tell him Heaven doesn’t allow music like his, he looks genuinely sad.

“Then maybe,” he says softly, stroking your wings, “that’s why you fell, to learn what joy sounds like.”

You forget to correct him.

He calls you “little dove” and teaches you drinking songs. Mondstadt gains a new legend: “The Bard and His Angel.”

𐔌 . . . 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘꒱

You crash into his office like divine retribution. He looks up from his paperwork, sighs, and stands.

He catches you effortlessly, wings first, “You’re not an inmate.”

“Am I under arrest?” you ask hopefully. (Look, this man is hot.)

“Not unless falling from heaven is a crime.” He instantly regrets saying that, because you smile too brightly, like trouble.

He ends up escorting you around like a lost tourist. The entire prison now thinks their Duke has a celestial partner. He does not correct them.

He chuckles when you blink in confusion, “You’re free to stay until we figure this out.”

You try to “help” with fortress duties only to end up blessing the coffee machines and confusing every inmate into repentance.

He finds you asleep on his couch later, halo dim, wings tucked under his coat.

“You really don’t belong here,” he murmurs, but he makes no move to wake you.

𐔌 . . . 𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎꒱

You appear in a burst of light during his night watch, collapsing midair.

He catches you before you hit the ground, heart pounding, “What… are you?”

“Lost,” you whisper, “and tired.”

He hesitates before wrapping his arms around you, “Then rest. I’ll stand guard.”

When you wake, you offer to purify his karmic burden. He recoils, then softens when you only press a gentle hand to his shoulder.

“You carry pain,” you murmur.

“It’s mine to bear.”

“Then let me bear it with you, just for a moment.”

For the first time in centuries, he lets someone touch him without fear.

𐔌 . . . 𝐙𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈꒱

He’s drinking Osmanthus Wine when you crash in front of him like a divine comet.

He sighs, “Ah. It’s been a while since Celestia threw one down.”

You pop out of the water, grinning, “You talk like you’ve met angels before.”

“I’ve buried a few.”

You laugh, delighted, “Oh, you’re fun!”

He ends up buying you tea, halfway between amused and nostalgic. When you ask what “money” is, he feels a migraine coming on.

You sit beside him as he tells you tales about the other angels he’s met.

You lean towards, eyes gleaming, eyebrows wiggling, “You sound like you miss them.”

“Perhaps I do.”

You grin, “Then I’ll keep you company until I figure out how to fly back.”

“I suspect,” he murmurs with a knowing smile, “you won’t be in any rush.”

Almost every night now you find yourself thinking of the bard you parted ways with oh so long ago. And throughout the days, if you find yourself behind closed eyes for more than a second, his smile appears, along with an echo of his pretty giggles.

It was haunting.

Never did you think you'd miss the presence of another so much. Especially when you so eagerly chose to escape it. It wasn’t that Venti didn’t care for you, it was completely the opposite. Back in Mondstadt, you grew burdened by his constant attention towards you, as if you were a wounded bird that needed more time rehabilitating in a new world you were shoved into. Venti was soft, caring and tender; he gave you a home in Mondstadt and made sure you were tended to, always. But you were ready to fly free - dare to dream and dare to find yourself amidst the vast world Teyvat has to offer.

And though the travels enlightening, something always felt amiss.

You remember what Venti always said, "there’s no place like home".

You never understood what that meant. At least, not in regard to yourself. Where exactly was your home? You travelled to almost every space of land you could find, eagerly awaiting for the feeling of ‘home’, but you never truly felt it.

You sigh as you hear that haunting voice of his ringing inside your head once more - as if he was luring you back to the road bright green grass painted with Cecelia, those mesmerising eyes that glowed under the bright sun of Mondstadt.

You yearned for it. Maybe it was Mondstadt, after all.

Within the next few weeks, your glum expression lit up a little in the excitement and anticipation of returning back to Mondstadt. You wonder if you'll finally get the feeling of "home" when you return.

You wonder also if he will remember you.

From your travels abroad, you've encountered many citizens of Mondstadt- the first and last thing they mention is their most beloved Archon, Lord Barbatos. You can’t help but smile every time - Venti was a very pure soul. He cared for his people as if they were his own children.

Your existence was a testament to that.

When you step through the main gates of Mondstadt City, you feel a rush of wind brush past you, dandelion seeds flutter and flow through it. Your breath hitches at the feeling of it, it felt familiar, it felt comfortable, safe.

You smile, thinking about Venti – his prowess was with the wind, so you can’t help it. And you almost sense a figure behind you once the wind has passed.

You turn back, expecting someone, anyone, but no one awaits you.

You shake your head, attempting to ignore the small pang of hurt prodding at your chest as you continue along. A small sigh out, and you were on your way, exploring the new city – you haven’t been to Mondstadt for quite some time now, a lot has changed. Namely, the enormous statues of Barbatos, and the Cathedral that seemed larger than ever.

"Hm. You're a new face. Welcome dear one" you hear a deacon address your entrance to the Cathedral – he seemed friendly enough, pink hair and soft lilac eyes. He introduces himself as Dahlia, and you introduce yourself too, only the boy seems to lift his brows ever so slightly when you do. You don’t pay mind to it.

"I'm visiting" you manage. Though it wasn't true, it wasn’t a lie either. You didn’t know how long you'd stay. Perhaps a week, perhaps you'd settle back. You didn’t know yet.

"Well, it's certainly a delight to have you here. Tell me, do you have any troubles? I'll be sure to relay them to our lord and saviour, Barbatos"

"To Lord Barbatos?"

Dahlia nods earnestly, a smile overtaking his features, it seemed he liked to boast about this part quite a bit, "Yes, I'm his personal messenger, as some may say'

"Is he hard to reach?" you question, your lips pulling to a frown as you think about how you may find Venti. Usually he shows himself in front of you whenever he pleases – but perhaps times have changed.

"Oh of course, he’s a busy man" Dahlia speaks, not understanding that his words may have not been all too suited for the conversation.

"Oh."

At the sudden dimming of your light, Dahlia tries to recover some of your spirit, "If it’s truly something private, I assure you, if you stand by the oak tree in Windrise and whisper your prayers, he will hear."

You think to yourself. You wanted to meet Venti, but at the same time, you didn’t know what you would say to him. You wanted to thank him for taking care of you all those years ago, you wanted to apologise for leaving so long, you wanted to tell him how much you thought of him, even during your travels.

"What if... I don’t know what to say? I can’t think of anything, even now"

There’s a certain sadness in Dahlia’s smile, but you feel comforted by it – it’s almost as if he can see right through you, "Sometimes, we need not think of what to say. Instead, just be. Say what you feel, from the heart."

Dahlia has a certain warmth that radiated from him when he speaks, you don’t understand it, but you're glad he's the representative of Lord Barbatos.

Dahlia reaches to your hands and places a Cecelia flower in your grasp.

"To bless your travels"

You nod and thank the herald for his kindness and turn to leave.

"There's no place quite like home"

You stop in your tracks at the words, and you almost have to fight yourself to not turn back around.

But you can’t help it. You're met with the sight of Dahlia who smiles sweetly, waving his hand at you. You smile back awkwardly and turn back around to leave the Cathedral, cursing yourself for thinking something of his words.

As you leave the town centre you feel your eyes begin to sting.

The feeling you were aching for, home. It wasn’t here. You suddenly felt lonelier than ever.

What more, there was no sight of Venti. You didn’t know if he'd ever show up. Perhaps he didn’t want to see you.

You find yourself tearing up at the thought, your throat clogging up painfully before you finally decide to let it out. You sit in a ring of Dandelions, sobbing quietly to yourself till you feel the wind pick up.

You sniffle and look up, the seeds scattered all around you - it was a pretty picture, enough to make you stop and stare with a small smile. You giggle softly and wipe away at your cheeks.

With a steady breath out, you fix yourself and stand up, ready to give your last effort to search for Venti. That was until the Cecelia Dahlia had kindly gifted, drifts with the wind. You yelp and reach out for it, but it continues to float along the current of wind. And like a helpless boar, you storm towards the flower, find yourself further and further away from the town square.

The flower ultimately lands on the soft grass under a giant tree. Your eyes widen as you realise exactly where you were. Windrise.

Was this Dahlia's doing after all?

Biting onto your lip, you decide to take the omen and sit underneath it. Closing your eyes, you hold the flower loosely in your hand as you capture a memory of Venti in your mind. You're swept up in the moment and feel a gentle breeze; you open your eyes immediately only to see the Ceclia gone.

Perhaps this was all in your head anyway.

A few more moments in silence, and you’re back where you started – this felt unbearable. You keep your eyes closed, fighting off the urge to cry once more.

"Aww, why is my pretty Windblume crying again, hm?" You hear a pretty voice ring into your ears and you're a little scared to open them. Afraid he might not be in front of you, yet again.

You leave them closed, unyielding to the screams in your head to see what’s in front of you - but you refuse to be led astray into a void of disappointment once again.

But when you feel the softness of his fingers against you ear, your body takes control instead. Venti smiles at the sight of you finally opening your eyes, he's settled the Cecilia he had stolen from you moments ago, atop your ear.

"Hello, my Windblume, you're as still and as calm as the breeze" he hums, "you've come a long way, haven’t you?"

Your stuck in silence as you stare at him. He’s smiling from ear to ear, just like how you’ve always imagined. He crouches down in front of you, his palms cupping onto both his cheeks as he cheekily asks,

"Did you miss me?"

You nod your head, a little flustered, and still all too stunned that you’ve finally found him.

"Yeah?" he teases, a smirk on his lips as he crawls to sit beside you, leaning against the large trunk of the tree.

"Why... why didn’t you come earlier?" you finally say and he’s already giggling again,

"Where's the fun in that? I wanted you to explore each and every nook and cranny of our beautiful Mondstadt. It’s been far too long, I'm sure there are some things you notice are different, yes?"

You nod along with his words. Mondstadt was far more beautiful now than how it were when you left. You understand it is the citizens that made it that way – and their devoutness to their beloved Archon. Their love and faith is what has turned Mondstadt into the beauty it is today.

Though, you didn’t feel any different in the city, you do now.

"What’s wrong?" Venti leans in to scan at your face, blinking once, then twice before tilting his head to the side as if to inspect you closer.

"Nothing... I just. Theres a lot I want to say but I don’t have the right words yet"

Venti huffs, shaking his head, "Hm, then I suppose I'll just have to wait, huh?"

"Did you miss me?"

You know you’ve caught Venti by surprise when his smile falters. You almost feel like your heart has dropped, but he responds fast enough for you to feel a little more secure.

"Course I did" His voice is a little softer now, and their air around him is different, sombre even. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him like this.

"You don’t seem to. You look the same as you ever did" you say, and it’s your turn to lean in to watch his expression a little closely. He notices and chuckles, looking back at you with tender eyes.

Venti smiles softly, "If I show you a sad face, what would that make me, hm?"

No words need to be said, you understand what he means. Venti was always putting a front – whether it be for his people or his friends.

"I missed you, a lot" he sighs, his palm reaching out to cradle your cheek, “I didn’t expect you to come back so suddenly. I suppose I needed some time to compose myself. I'm sorry for worrying you"

"And… there's a lot on my mind, still" he confesses once more and you’re left breathless,

"Still?"

"Like how you've grown prettier, when I didn’t think it'd be possible" he huffs, the warmth of his palm on your cheek disappearing as he looks to the side, almost ashamed of his next words, "and how I... want to get closer. Closer than before"

You don’t know what overcomes you, but you know you’ve finally found the words to speak to him – from your heart.

“I feel the same way” you whisper before leaving a ghost of a kiss on his cheek. Venti’s eyes light up almost immediately, as his fingers reach up to the spot, staring wide eyed at you with his lips parted. He looks innocent for a whole second till his eyes narrow in at you and his lips twist into a small grin,

“Ooh you want to kiss me so bad” he muses, and you burst into a fit of giggles. When you lean in to shove him playfully, he’s already caught onto your hands and pulled you closer. You’re not shocked when he pulls you into him and places his lips against yours. Amidist giggles, you kiss him back – sweet and tender, as Venti always was with you.

Throughout this time with him, you finally understand it.

This feeling. This was it.

"Well then, should we celebrate now you've made it back home?" Venti springs up, but he’s quick to quieten himself down at the expression you've made at the mention of the word "home".

"or... have you found it someplace else?" Venti asks, albeit awkward, you can tell there’s a hint of worry in his tone.

You shake your head silently and place your palm on his chest, "its right here"

Venti grins at the gesture, overjoyed at the news. He leans in to press his forehead against yours, "Welcome back home, my Windblume"

You smile softly when you feel him nudge his nose onto yours playfully.

"I'm sorry, do I know you?"

"Ah—I—I mean, it's fair if you don't"

"After all, the last time we met was way back when we were kids, remember?" He sheepishly says, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Ah, I see…Oh! Could you perhaps be...Lar...Larka...? Yeah, Larka.." you pretended to remember. If you were being honest, you couldn't remember this man or anyone from your past.

All your memories from when you were aged 12 and below were eerily blank.

You wondered if you'd suffer from a head injury, but apparently you hadn't. It felt weird at first.

Like you just woke up from a long slumber. But...ah, how rude.

You've accidentally been staring at the lad while lost in your thoughts.

You look away, embarrassed. "S-Sorry…"

"It's alright, you can stare longer if you want." He playfully winks, making your already red face turn redder.

'Geez, we just met, and I already embarrassed myself.'

'But...strangely, I don't mind it much.'

That was how you "first" met the young lad named "Venti."

He had beautiful turquoise eyes that seemed to hold the winds within, beautiful double-braided hair positioned on each side of his head, a voice that sounded as if it could grasp your heart warmly, and a touch that brought a sense of warmth, comfort, and familiarity.

He was an anomaly to you.

Suddenly appearing in your otherwise bleak life, brightening your world, and filling it with the brightest and most pleasant colors.

Time seemed to pass by slowly, like a glacier. Seemingly frozen in time but moving.

And like glaciers, your life changes, albeit sometimes imperceptibly.

You don't know when it began, but you now often find yourself recollecting memories and experiences that you' swear you've never experienced before.

You felt like you were delusional. Crazy even.

But, if there was one thing you've noticed with these new memories resurfacing, it's that they always seem to predict the future. Like a prophetic dream.

So you've labeled it as that. A power to predict the future. A Prophecy.

Things had been going well. So well, even. And maybe that's why you're in a terrible situation right now. As a payment for all your fortune.

You were trapped in a cave with monsters pouring out endlessly from a hidden domain inside the cave.

How long have you been fighting?

You couldn't count the hours anymore. It felt like hundreds of years had passed already.

Picking up your sword once more, you ready yourself, clinging onto a sliver of hope that maybe, maybe someone would come to your rescue soon.

You just need to hold out for a bit more.

Seeing a mitachurl begin to swing its giant axe at you, you try to dodge, but alas, your tired body had reached its limit.

You couldn't move anymore. Even just holding your sword was draining the last of the energy you had.

'I guess this is it for me…' Closing your eyes, you await the feeling of an axe coming down to slice you in half, but it never comes.

Instead, you felt a calm, gentle breeze.

Opening your eyes, you see what seemed to be the gentle breeze brutally slicing the monsters to pieces. Like a gale.

'Someone..Someone found me..'

'I did it…I survived…' The thought of being saved after long, brutal hours of nonstop fighting hit your body with a wave of exhaustion. Unable to keep yourself up any longer, you collapse on the ground

'Where am I...? '

"Barbatos…! Catch it, it's escaping!"

'Huh? Barbatos...? The Anemo Archon? '

Just then a headache struck you. Like a needle pushing itself further inside you.

'Agh…My head…It hurts…'

"Flowers? For me? Aww, thank you!"

"Barbatos, look! Look! I made you a flower crown and...a matching flower ring just for the two of us."

"Barbatos, what is that?"

"What did you do?!"

"｢⟄ v⟃⟔⟔⋖"

"I'm sorry... Please... Let me turn back the time once more."

"I'll do better the next time!"

"Ah...Ah...No...Not again…I don't want this ending."

Whirr

Click-click

Zzzziiip

"This time, I will save this world from destruction."

"B̷̌̈a̸̓̄ŕ̴̅b̸̑̕a̵̦͛t̷̿̾ó̵̀s̵̎̂will you join me in my perpetual journey?"

Whirr

"Hey, how many times have we looped time now?"