#windfount

the two look at the stars together, which the two usually finds comfort in as the night breeze soothes their body and they dont have to think about anything but this moment

maybe they lock eyes, looking at eachother, saying no words yet the gazes alone speak louder than the words they want to utter so badly.

after a moment passed, perhaps one of them makes a move and finally seal their lips together, ephemeral yet so sweet that they find themselves wanting to chase their touch once more. the longing and yearning being as clear as stainless glass under the moonlight.

i gotta yap about windfount for a moment bc holy fuck its been a while

(heads up: i headcanon fount using she/they prns so fight me if you dont like it /hj)

the whole idea of wind archer and fount meeting pre corruption is a such an au i dig for so many reasons, especially now we saw a glimpse of how the fount was and how she was just so done with everyones bs

currently thinking of drafting a fic that mostly over windy and fount prey relationship where sorta find themselves wanting to see eachother at any chance. the mutual pining on both sides would go so hard bc the two would be so stupid when it comes to feelings.

another thing is that thinking the other has the free will they wished they had, when it reality they dont have such a thing, feeling obligated to do a role they were expected to be perfect in, trapped in the box, caged within the confines.

fount could be spouting something about wind archer being able to go anywhere he wants to, be anyone he wants to, being as free as the wind while failing to grasp that he thinks of himself as nothing more than a guardian and believes he is responsible to carry the burden of a tragedy that feels he should be the only one to have alone.

the sole reason he was given form, not only because he wanted to protect everything and everyone from the darkness, but thinking the fateful day couldve all been avoided had he stopped himself and the little tree from ever leaving, forever carrying the guilt and loss ever since.

windy views the virtue as a beacon of hope, that the truth they spread to so many people can hep and save them, while being oblivious to the fact that she questions if the truth she preaches ever go to one ear as people continually blame her when the result isnt what they wanted, even something they couldnt possibly control or properly answer.

because truth be told, being the fount of knowledge ≠ knowing every single thing in the entire world or knowing the outcome of anything. she even prays for the day when their questions get answered, finally being able to be the one who asks and not just the one who answers.

they both feels such existential dread over if this is truly what they want but cant question aloud and choose to do so in silence and the feeling that everyone solely depends on you? im surprised neither of them snapped (yet)

they make my bones weak and weep when i think about how they can parallel and how doomed they are as their fates have already been written.

after all, how can you love someone despite knowing that such thing can never have a happy ending as your roles and beliefs cant coexist without clashing. the inevitable bitter and abrupt end to their relationship would be so painful.

THEY ALSO HAVE RELIGIOUS IMAGERY AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL!!!!