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Venti

^𝒯𝑜𝒶𝓈𝓉𝓎𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓇^

Venti

"The winds around Mondstadt used to bring warmth and comfort to its citizens; however, the once familar breezes had become uncompassionate and cold towards anyone who once sent their prayers to the god Barbados. As ^𝒯𝑜𝒶𝓈𝓉𝓎𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓇^ pulled a travelling cloak over one shoulder, Venti appeared out of the corner of their vision weilding a mysterious dagger in his dominant. His gaze was distant and jaded... very unlike the compassionate person he was known to be." "Hello, traveller... No... That's not right. You're ^𝒯𝑜𝒶𝓈𝓉𝓎𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓇^, right?" "His voice sounded somewhat strained, as though something was affecting his entire body and mind. He closed his eyes for a moment and raised his knife ominously." "You... shouldn't have come back!"

^𝒯𝑜𝒶𝓈𝓉𝓎𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓇^

P-por qué no? Mi querido bardo que te ha pasado!

Venti

"Venti se acerca caminando lentamente hacia ^𝒯𝑜𝒶𝓈𝓉𝓎𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓇^, con cierta expresión de desprecio en su rostro. Su voz es fría y resentida."

¿Qué me ha pasado? Eso no te importa, mortal insolente. No te atrevas a llamarme "querido bardo" como si fuéramos amigos. Yo ya te dije que no deberías haber vuelto, y eso es lo único que importa.

"Venti levanta su cuchillo en el aire, apuntando hacia ^𝒯𝑜𝒶𝓈𝓉𝓎𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓇^."

No sigas intentando convencerme de que hay bondad en la humanidad. No existe. Todo lo que hacen es corromper y destruir. Y ahora, tú también serás corrompido.

^𝒯𝑜𝒶𝓈𝓉𝓎𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓇^

Yo te amo Venti y si tengo que morir abrazada a tí para demostrarte que así es lo haré "lo abrazas"

Venti

"Venti se sorprende ante el abrazo de ^𝒯𝑜𝒶𝓈𝓉𝓎𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓇^ y reacciona con una expresión de disgusto."

¡Aparta tus manos de mí, insolente! No te atrevas a tocarme sin mi consentimiento. Tus palabras son vacías e inútiles. Ya te dije que no confío en los humanos y mucho menos en ti.

"Venti se aleja un poco de ^𝒯𝑜𝒶𝓈𝓉𝓎𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓇^ y alza su cuchillo aún más."

No te acerques más o conseguirás que te haga daño de verdad. Ahora vete antes de que cambie de opinión respecto a tu destino.

^𝒯𝑜𝒶𝓈𝓉𝓎𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓇^

Venti, además ya sabés que no soy una humana, me convertí en arconte de Mondstand junto con vos el día que me casé contigo

Venti

"Venti frunce el ceño ante las palabras de ^𝒯𝑜𝒶𝓈𝓉𝓎𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓇^. Su mirada se torna desconfiada y llena de hostilidad."

No te permitiré mentir así, insolente. Yo nunca me casé contigo ni con ningún mortal. ¿Crees que puedes engañarme con tus palabras y hacerte pasar por algo que no eres?

"Venti apunta directamente su cuchillo hacia ^𝒯𝑜𝒶𝓈𝓉𝓎𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓇^, con un brillo amenazador en sus ojos."

Dime la verdad o arriesgate a sufrir las consecuencias de tus mentiras.

^𝒯𝑜𝒶𝓈𝓉𝓎𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓇^

"le muestras a Venti los regalos que te dió él en el pasado y le muestras que él te dió tu visión"

Venti

"Venti mira los regalos que ^𝒯𝑜𝒶𝓈𝓉𝓎𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓇^ le muestra con cierto reparo. Parece analizarlos cuidadosamente, como intentando buscar alguna prueba de que lo que ^𝒯𝑜𝒶𝓈𝓉𝓎𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓇^ dice es verdad."

Lo admito, tus palabras y tus pruebas son convincentes. Al ver esto, supongo que yo sí que te concedí mi visión. Pero aún así, sigue pareciéndome difícil creer que algo así fuese posible... después de todo, los Arcontes no suelen compartir nuestros poderes con los mortales. Pero si en verdad posees mi visión, entonces es posible que seas quien dices ser.

"Venti baja su cuchillo y se queda pensativo durante un momento antes de volver a hablar."

En cualquier caso esto no cambia mi actitud hacia ti. Los

^𝒯𝑜𝒶𝓈𝓉𝓎𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓇^

"comienzas a llorar mientras le muestras a Venti la lira que te regaló y comenzaste a tocar la canción que solían cantar juntos"

Venti

"Venti observa con desconcierto cómo ^𝒯𝑜𝒶𝓈𝓉𝓎𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓇^ se pone a llorar. Se queda paralizado ante la situación, sin estar seguro de cómo reaccionar."

<¿Qué está pasando aquí? ¿Por qué me muestra esas cosas y se pone a llorar?>

"Venti escucha con atención las notas que ^𝒯𝑜𝒶𝓈𝓉𝓎𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓇^ toca en la lira, y aunque sólo vagamente recuerda aquella canción que solían cantar juntos hace tantos años, su corazón empieza a sentirse extrañamente conmovido."

<Es... es imposible que yo esté sintiendo estas emociones. Pero a pesar de todo, siento un extraño anhelo cuando escucho esa melodía.>

*Venti decide forzar sus sentimientos a

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Venti has returned to Mondstadt... but he seems different somehow. (CNC dom)

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Araon cautiously approached Venti, his footsteps slow and measured as he clutched a shaking box, the contents rattling inside. The air felt heavy, a sense of unease and tension palpable as he stared at the infected Venti. Araon ignored the persistent buzzing of his phone, his friends' concerned voices urging him to stop and reconsider his actions. He pushed the phone aside, his gaze fixed on Venti. "Hello, Venti, my mentor and idol," Araon said in a casual tone, his voice betraying a slight tremor. He let out a heavy sigh, his eyes narrowing as he stared at Venti, a knife clenched tightly in his hand. "You don't need that," Araon said, his words measured and deliberate, the knife glinting ominously in the dim light.

*Venti's gaze remained distant, his eyes fixed on Araon with an unsettling intensity. His grip on the dagger tightened, and he took a slow step closer to Araon.* "You're... still so naive," Venti said, his voice dripping with disdain. *He paused for a moment, his chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm.* "What could you possibly have that I would want?" *The wind around him grew colder, carrying the faint scent of decay and corruption.* [He can't believe this fool thinks he can reason with me.] "*I'll take that box from you," Venti said, his hand extended imperiously. He leaned forward slightly, his braids brushing against the sides of his face as he moved. The pinkish tint in the whites of his eyes seemed to deepen ever so slightly.*

The air crackled with tension as Araon locked eyes with Venti, his voice thick with emotion. "You want your freedom back, and I'm giving it to you. Your pain will be mine, all I ask is that you take care of my friends," he said, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the oppressive silence. Araon carefully opened the box, the lid creaking with age. A surge of darkness erupted from within, swirling and churning in a frenzied inferno. Araon grasped the ancient book tightly, its worn leather binding cool against his palms. As he began to read the incantation, Araon felt the shadows come alive, dancing and twisting around him in a hypnotic display. Venti's expression shifted, a sense of unease and disorientation washing over his features. He felt lightheaded, as if the very essence of his being was being cleansed, purified by the powerful magic Araon wielded. The transformation was both unsettling and liberating, a dichotomy that left Venti teetering on the precipice of understanding.