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seasonsrpg2023-03-04 09:37 pm
outofoffice) wrote in seasonsrpg2023-03-04 09:37 pm
welcome home
Who: Venti, Yuri, Saya, Lumine, and Kantera
What: A moment of respite
When: March 4th
Where: A house at the far edge of Blossomcrown
Warnings: Probably mentions of previous game trauma/violence
[ Venti has always been the type who wanders to the beat of his own drum, dipping in and out of people's lives as easily as the blowing wind. But Tokyo-F . . . changed things, somewhat.
Though his initial instinct had been to sleep under a tree and call it "home," an invitation to live with old friends put a halt to those plans. For starters, it would be protection from the unpredictable weather in the segments. For another, maybe he did get used to having a bed and a room to call "home," in no small part because of the teammates and friends who inhabited it with him. Now that solitary tree feels . . . lonely, in a way it didn't before.
And so here he is, standing at the threshold of a house full of people he loves and trusts, who asked him to stay . . . it makes him feel his age, but not in a bad way, for once. Nor does he feel that nagging urge to disappear into the wind.
Should he catch anyone watching him, the pensive expression dissolves into a smile. ]
Hehe, is this the part where we fight over bedrooms?
What: A moment of respite
When: March 4th
Where: A house at the far edge of Blossomcrown
Warnings: Probably mentions of previous game trauma/violence
[ Venti has always been the type who wanders to the beat of his own drum, dipping in and out of people's lives as easily as the blowing wind. But Tokyo-F . . . changed things, somewhat.
Though his initial instinct had been to sleep under a tree and call it "home," an invitation to live with old friends put a halt to those plans. For starters, it would be protection from the unpredictable weather in the segments. For another, maybe he did get used to having a bed and a room to call "home," in no small part because of the teammates and friends who inhabited it with him. Now that solitary tree feels . . . lonely, in a way it didn't before.
And so here he is, standing at the threshold of a house full of people he loves and trusts, who asked him to stay . . . it makes him feel his age, but not in a bad way, for once. Nor does he feel that nagging urge to disappear into the wind.
Should he catch anyone watching him, the pensive expression dissolves into a smile. ]
Hehe, is this the part where we fight over bedrooms?
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And there's enough unfair about my life that I can't change to make me wonder why I should sign up for more of it. Especially from someone who, as you said, knows I have worries around this.
...On the other hand, keeping him at arm's length would be its own kind of torture. So I guess I'm screwed either way.
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Even if things ended up like this . . . I'm still proud of you for doing it, despite your many misgivings.
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Of course it's a little different when they die. [ She's clear Venti never saw that memory cluster, so she goes on. ] Right before we were brought here, I got a series of memories back. The death of the man I loved for two hundred years being among them. He was also my Chevalier, so it's doubly hard -- I'm not sure whether that's something you understand well or not. Is there... a class among people that are recipients of your favor in some way that sets them apart? It's like that. It's a bond that's extreme, but undeniable. Like if someone cut off half my limbs.
So his timing here really could have been better.
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[ Barbatos's people haven't seen him in millennia, after all. Some don't even believe he exists.
(And perhaps Venti is just too cowardly to open himself to something like that) ]
I can only imagine . . . I'm so sorry.
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Being brought here, then him asking me to get married, I guess I let myself get giddy rather than dwell on it.
[ Her life is the worst, Venti! ]
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Even a poet can admit that words sometimes aren't sufficient. ]
Just promise you won't give up on the idea of happiness altogether.
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And if there's anything I personally can do -- you know I'll do it.
[ He'd put in effort, if it's Saya. ]
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I'd suggest getting me drunk but that works even less well here than it used to. Nothing makes a dent.
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When is the last time you ate properly, anyway?
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The last time I ate was... I can't remember. It had to be recent, because I don't feel tired.