𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒅

what a beautiful morning for a stroll~ nothing could possibly go wrong…~

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it appeared that along with the stolen drink, his diplomacy and patience had disappeared, shooting the tall ginger a look as the past bubbled back up. “come to take more? you already have my gnosis.”

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» ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴄʜᴇʀ «@DelusionalAjax

as he was about to take his next sip.. the glass in his hand had suddenly been snatched away. the archon stared at his hand for a few moments, annoyed, before turning his head to find the source of the theft. “… how can i help you, eleven of the fatui harbingers…?”

︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ Childe strolled into the bar, after peaking the bear he could through the windows ; making sure Diluc wasn’t on duty tonight. A lucky night it was! He plopped himself down on a stool beside the bard. + ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎

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// time for a lil interaction call ✨

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he didn’t want to overstep… but his worry was obvious. “… dahlia..?”

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what if the deacon didn’t want to see him? was he intruding? had he not been informed for a reason? he kept thinking … until a nurse, annoyed, told him to go in or go away. and so he knocked quietly, slipping inside and leaning his back against the door..

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as he ran to the hospital he kept thinking about that night… and how no matter what he was asked he couldn’t.. surely he hadn’t been spiked.. by the time he’d made it to the room dahlia was resting in he hesitated at the door, leaning his head on the frame..

ડɑɕ𝗋౿ᑯ ᑯυ𝗍ɣ@godspetalss

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀he was being honest when he told venti he wanted nothing more. yet he needed to ask that question. noting the slightest bit of possessiveness and how frequently he begged for his attention now the truth needed to come out.

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somewhere distant and centuries away. “the funny thing about memory,” he murmured softly, swirling the drink in his cup without looking up. “no matter how much wine you pour over it… some ghosts still refuse to drown.”

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quite reached his eyes, fingers tapping against the wood in an uneven rhythm. Anyone watching from afar would’ve mistaken him as carefree — just another bard too fond of dandelion wine — but every so often his smile faltered for a second too long, gaze fixed

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𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒅@lyricalwinds

for @DelusionalAjax - indulge the tavern had long since emptied into the cool Mondstadt night, but venti remained curled loosely around his fourth glass like he had nowhere else to be. A half-finished song drifted from beneath his breath between quiet laughs that never

// time for a lil interaction call ✨

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@DelusionalAjax // oh choices choices … do i do a venti drinking to cope or do i do an already passed out venti … gotta stick to the theme

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» ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴄʜᴇʀ «@DelusionalAjax·14h

@lyricalwinds ◈ / Dealers choice

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and that was it. he was running. his beret fell off in his rush, but he didn’t care. he had to find dahlia.

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and venti, stubborn as he was, couldn’t have been more frustrated as he made his way into the favonius cathedral to find him once and for all … only for seamus to inform him of his hospitalisation. this caused his heart to stop for a moment .. “… hospital—??”

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𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒅@lyricalwinds

for @godspetalss - hospital it had been a few days since his … inebriated confession to the deacon, and it was truly as if dahlia had made it his mission ever since then to avoid him at all costs. no drinks, no prayers, it was like he’d disappeared entirely.

// time for a lil interaction call ✨

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