#wendeiwisp

( @wendeiwisp ) ─ " TELL ME WHY-. "

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　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　happy birthday !!

the  god  never  expected  anything  for  his  birthday  —  it  was  just  another  day  for  him  but  a  special  one  at  that  as  it  marked  an  important  event  in  his  life.  he  would  celebrate  it  in  his  own  way,  visiting  windrise  to  say  ‘hello’  to  his  old  friend  vennessa  and  make  his  trek  to  old  mondstadt  to  pay  tribute  to  his  beloved  friend.  that  had  been  his  tradition  every  year,  and  that  was  the  most  he  would  account  for.

but  it’d  be  a  crime  if  he  did  not  take  into  consideration  his  majestic  companion  who  would  always  remember  this  special  day,  taking  a  stand  beside  the  bard  to  offer  him  his  own  unique  gift.

a  soft,  content  sigh  slipped  from  venti’s  lips  as  he  accepted  the  offering  and,  no  matter  how  many  times  he  would  try  not  to  tear  up,  water  found  its  home  within  his  ocean  pools  for  the  gesture  was  a  very  sentimental  one.  no  tears  would  escape  —  at  least  not  now  —  but  the  emotion  was  there,  and  he  wanted  to  demonstrate  it  to  dvalin  just  how  much  he  appreciated  him.

arms  found  their  way  around  the  other,  pressing  himself  against  the  dragonian  figure  as  he  wanted  nothing  more  than  to  hold  his  adopted  son  close.  ❛  no  amount  of  words  known  to  mortals  and  immortals  alike  could  help  me  express  how  grateful  i  am  for  your  companionship.  thank  you  so  much  for  making  every  birthday  such  a  special  one.  you  truly  are  my  most  favorite  gift  of  all.  ❜

@wendeiwisp | zhongli birthday extravaganza - accepting!

The slap did not hurt. The sound was loud (almost obnoxiously so; his constitution was firm, after all), and there was a mild sting, but he narrowed his eyes nonetheless. How childish.

The gift drew his attention though. Wine had been the basis for the first interaction they had ever exchanged, and though, at the time, he'd been incredulous that another one of the Seven (one he had not formally met) would descend simply to... toss wine at him. There was a measure of nostalgia in the gesture, and a sigh worked its way from the Consultant's lips.

hold hand u vu

When opened inside there is a stuffed animal wisp that is pocket size ( totally a good luck charm! ). Next to it is a belt clip with a teal jewel attacked to it. It looks similar to his vision so perhaps its something to enhance his anemo powers? All around the box is wrapped treats and and the bottom is a carefully carved music box with a custom tune placed inside.

The Wanderer swats at the little pest flying in front of his face. Gross. He couldn't exactly make out its shape or size due to its proximity, but regardless, he didn't like little flying things blocking his view.

Upon feeling a foreign object touch his lap, he stops paying attention to the critter and instinctively catches the wrapped good before it can fall. Seriously? Whoever gave this to him couldn't have been normal and handed it to him like a normal being. Weren't the creatures of Teyvat supposed to be well-mannered? He rolls his eyes before peering curiously at the mysterious object. Judging by the attention to detail in the wrapping, the person obviously knew what was nice versus what was unappealing. Certainly, they understood Teyvat's cultural norms.

Still a bit suspicious of the contents in the mysterious box, he removes the ribbon and opens the box slowly, unsure of what to expect. Deeming it safe enough to open, he pulls out the contents one-by-one, the gift catching his eye the most: the stuffed animal. He would never willingly admit it to another person, but he was quite fond of cute things. 

imagine being nice to venti... couldn’t be him. he would rather work in a minimum wage customer service job working under his creator than show kindness or manners to venti.

@wendeiwisp &&. said... you don't have to tell me, if you don't want to.

the  wanderer  is  tragically  more  expressive  than  he  truly  wants  to  be.  though  he  has  NO  HEART  to  wear  upon  his  sleeve,  his  moods  are  as  noticeable  as  the  weather.  misery  seems  to  hang  about  him  like  a  dark  cloud  —  blotting  out  the  sun,  wreathing  him  in  a  layer  of  thick  shadow.  the  bard's  voice  calls  out  from  behind  him,  and  ren  gives  no  visible  indication  to  acknowledge  the  offer.  (  though  it's  obvious  that  he  hears  him  nevertheless.  )  he  merely  stares  out  over  the  buildings  of  mondstadt  from  the  rooftop  he's  perched  upon  —  no  rhyme  or  reason  to  his  presence  there  beyond  the  WHIMS  that  all  too  often  guide  his  wanderings.  if  there  is  a  subconscious  explanation  why  his  steps  have  brought  him  to  the  city  of  freedom,  he  chooses  not  to  acknowledge  it.  probably  not  for  the  WINE,  no  matter  what  the  case  may  be.

a  quiet  sigh suddenly  breaks  the  silence  that  has  settled  over  them  in  the  wake  of  venti's  words.  there  are  few  gods  in  this  world  he  does  not  view  with  suspicion  and  contempt  alike  —  and  if  nothing  else,  he  has  proven  himself  WORTHY  of  being  among  them.  he  cares  for  those  ren  holds  most  precious  in  this  world,  after  all.  there  is  no  faster  way  to  gain  his  RESPECT.  

❝  ...  ❞  although,  it  is  perhaps  for  that  very  reason  why  he  may  actually  be  able  to  UNDERSTAND  what  eats  away  at  him.  long  lived  beings  such  as  themselves  are  no  strangers  to  suffering;  it  is  a  natural  consequence  of  existing  in  this  world  —  and  existing  for  even  longer  than  the  norm  merely  opens  one  up  to  additional  PAIN.  ❝  i'm  not  upset.  ❞  ren  finally  says.  it  both  is  and  isn't  the  truth.  it  takes  but  a  glance  to  see  that  something  troubles  him,  yet  as  far  as  the  REASON  is  concerned ...   ❝  i'm  actually  pretty  happy.  ❞   and  he  is.  the  past  year  has  been  filled  with  BLESSINGS  —  more  than  the  wanderer  is  accustomed  to.  he  has  a  family.  he  has  a  fiancé.  friends  who  have  (  for  some  reason  beyond  his  comprehension  )  diligently  stuck  by  him  —  despite  ren's  best  efforts  to  push  them  away  at  every  turn.  he  even  has  a  purpose  to  keep  himself  occupied  —  the  missing piece  he  has  HUNGERED  endlessly for, since  the very  moment  he  was  able  to  comprehend  his  own  agonizing  lack  of  one.

❝  ...  despite  how  that  may  sound,  it's  not  a  good  thing.  ❞  he  pulls  one  knee  to  his  chest,  resting  his  chin  upon  it  —  as  if  trying  to  huddle  his  entire  body  beneath  his  kasa.  ❝  i  know  how  this  ends.  it  isn't  exactly  pleasant.  ❞  death.  betrayal.  the  taste  of  ash  coating  the  back  of  his  throat.  he  has  so  many  PRECIOUS  THINGS  now  and  that  is  absolutely  terrifying.   ❝  i  can't  exactly  enjoy  the  moment  when  i'm  bracing  for  some  inevitable  tragedy  that's  bound  to  rear  its  ugly  head  sooner  or  later.  ❞  the  only  real question  is  what  FORM  it  will  take.

THINGS    MY    FRIENDS    MUSES    HAVE    SAID.