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Venti 🦠? Only if you want to tho :3

I had a lot of fun with this. As soon as I saw the prompt I knew what I wanted to do.

Find me on Ao3 as The_Cinderninja

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He is passed out in a corner of the Angel’s Share, arm thrown over his eyes to block out the bright light of the sun shining down through the clouds. The storm barrier falling, crumbling, dissolving to reveal the light of Celestia burning through him.

He is curled up on the floor of a crawlspace within the church, thin tent flaps whipping around with the blizzard raging outside. The sounds of people screaming, crying, children laughing, children dying. There are hymns in the church below him, and they reverberate through the walls. 

He is in a warm pocket with a steady heartbeat behind him. He is so small in a world that’s so large. He’s just been born and he’s already dying.

Mondstadt is ash. Mondstadt is shining. Mondstadt is growing brick by brick from the ground up. Monstadt shrinks beneath the storm barrier. Monstadt breaks beneath Durin. Mondstadt is falling, has fallen, will fall. The cycle begins again.

The winds of time are shoved inside a human mind.

Sometimes, something so fragile breaks and needs to be rebuilt. 

Such a little thing, he could fit in the palms of their hands. But such an impossibly large thing; he could never fit all of himself into a human soul. (He’s tried, will try, is trying).

There are hands on his shoulders shaking him. Green eyes open to squint outwards at red hair. He sees all of their faces at once. 

Venti, they ask him, in all of their voices, what’s wrong?

In every timeline he smiles. A weak laugh, and shrugs them off. Just a hangover!

Sometimes they believe him, sometimes they don’t. It doesn’t matter.

Nothing a little time won’t resolve!

Something as vast as him is bound to break the human mind he insists on keeping. But humans have such interesting turns of phrase; time heals all wounds.

His mind fractures, splits open, and time bleeds out. But given more time still, he’ll stitch himself back together again. The cycle begins again.

Venti 🦠? Only if you want to tho :3

I had a lot of fun with this. As soon as I saw the prompt I knew what I wanted to do.

Find me on Ao3 as The_Cinderninja

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He is passed out in a corner of the Angel’s Share, arm thrown over his eyes to block out the bright light of the sun shining down through the clouds. The storm barrier falling, crumbling, dissolving to reveal the light of Celestia burning through him.

He is curled up on the floor of a crawlspace within the church, thin tent flaps whipping around with the blizzard raging outside. The sounds of people screaming, crying, children laughing, children dying. There are hymns in the church below him, and they reverberate through the walls. 

He is in a warm pocket with a steady heartbeat behind him. He is so small in a world that’s so large. He’s just been born and he’s already dying.

Mondstadt is ash. Mondstadt is shining. Mondstadt is growing brick by brick from the ground up. Monstadt shrinks beneath the storm barrier. Monstadt breaks beneath Durin. Mondstadt is falling, has fallen, will fall. The cycle begins again.

The winds of time are shoved inside a human mind.

Sometimes, something so fragile breaks and needs to be rebuilt. 

Such a little thing, he could fit in the palms of their hands. But such an impossibly large thing; he could never fit all of himself into a human soul. (He’s tried, will try, is trying).

There are hands on his shoulders shaking him. Green eyes open to squint outwards at red hair. He sees all of their faces at once. 

Venti, they ask him, in all of their voices, what’s wrong?

In every timeline he smiles. A weak laugh, and shrugs them off. Just a hangover!

Sometimes they believe him, sometimes they don’t. It doesn’t matter.

Nothing a little time won’t resolve!

Something as vast as him is bound to break the human mind he insists on keeping. But humans have such interesting turns of phrase; time heals all wounds.

His mind fractures, splits open, and time bleeds out. But given more time still, he’ll stitch himself back together again. The cycle begins again.