[ meanwhile venti is king of Avoiding Troublesome Feelings when his modus operandi is to ghost. someone annoyed by him? annoy them more! someone need help or look sad? chat and offer a song! someone get close to him or even confess their love? time to get out of town and move the hell on--
just maybe. his smile to mizuki is wan but there's a distant look to him again as his memory reels back to that island. ] Mizuki, you already gave me a reason to worry about you. [ ... ] Actually, I probably have many. If you're in danger, please call for me.
But, otherwise... mhm, I'm just Venti. [ 'just', when if he really thinks about it and remembers, even that name was lifted from his friend. he used to be wind, he didn't have much creativity to think of his own name, and meanwhile barbatos was the god's name bestowed from celestia. he glances down at their joined hands, quieter now because the thought occurs to him, maybe even his friend's name should be put to rest. but maybe he can't quite let go yet.
... ] Back in Mondstadt, in Teyvat, I could hear the prayers from believers to Barbatos. [ all gods could have that faint connection to their followers. when believers pray, deities listen. ] Like a choral song, like faint music. Constantly, always, the refrain of wishes, confessionals, offerings for blessings.
Then all of those prayers disappeared when I came here to this realm. I don't think I ever really wanted to be a god. I just happened to be in the right place at the right time. I simply wanted to let people lead their own lives and country. Even so, I don't think I realized it, but... [ that hum and quiet song of prayer throughout thousands of years, the voices of his people invoking him--he'd grown used to it. it was that connection to his country, the voices of his nation, that even after centuries of never appearing to them they hadn't forgotten him, they would continue to live and strive and have faith in him. even for an absent and independent god, that worship sustained him as he traveled, like he was never alone. ]
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just maybe. his smile to mizuki is wan but there's a distant look to him again as his memory reels back to that island. ] Mizuki, you already gave me a reason to worry about you. [ ... ] Actually, I probably have many. If you're in danger, please call for me.
But, otherwise... mhm, I'm just Venti. [ 'just', when if he really thinks about it and remembers, even that name was lifted from his friend. he used to be wind, he didn't have much creativity to think of his own name, and meanwhile barbatos was the god's name bestowed from celestia. he glances down at their joined hands, quieter now because the thought occurs to him, maybe even his friend's name should be put to rest. but maybe he can't quite let go yet.
... ] Back in Mondstadt, in Teyvat, I could hear the prayers from believers to Barbatos. [ all gods could have that faint connection to their followers. when believers pray, deities listen. ] Like a choral song, like faint music. Constantly, always, the refrain of wishes, confessionals, offerings for blessings.
Then all of those prayers disappeared when I came here to this realm. I don't think I ever really wanted to be a god. I just happened to be in the right place at the right time. I simply wanted to let people lead their own lives and country. Even so, I don't think I realized it, but... [ that hum and quiet song of prayer throughout thousands of years, the voices of his people invoking him--he'd grown used to it. it was that connection to his country, the voices of his nation, that even after centuries of never appearing to them they hadn't forgotten him, they would continue to live and strive and have faith in him. even for an absent and independent god, that worship sustained him as he traveled, like he was never alone. ]