Characters : Tartaglia , Neuvillette , Kaeya , Venti , Wanderer
Wanderer would try to convince you to not leave, but end up going with you.
He would keep his hand rested on the small of your back, making sure others didn’t try to get you.
After a while, you would take Wanderer’s hand in yours, intertwining your fingers with his. He would blush, using his free hand to pull his hat in front of his face.
You two would wander through the city, a small smile on your face.
You succeeded in making your black cat of a boyfriend go out with you.
“Darling.. can we go home now?”
Venti would be the one to drag you out, grinning all the while.
You two would go through the city, hand in hand as he giggled at you.
Venti would drag you out of the city soon after, taking you to the Windrise tree.
Sitting up in the tree, Venti would gently hold your hands and leave a small kiss on your cheek, smiling softly.
As you smile as him, a flash of sadness would go across his face as he suddenly wrapped you in a hug.
“..I love you. Please never leave me.”
Kaeya would be constantly touching you.
A hand brushing your arm, Kaeya suddenly holding your hand, an arm around your waist..
He truly was a jealous man. He wanted you all to himself.
Sitting at Good Hunter, Kaeya would be next to you, just looking at your features.
He smiles, brushing your hair to the side before giving you a small, gentle kiss.
As your food came, Kaeya would just smirk at how flustered you were.
Neuvillette usually doesn’t have a lot of time for you, so when he does, he goes all out.
First, Neuvillette would take you out to dinner, paying for everything, just watching you fondly.
Then, you two would go to the park and sit with the melusines.
He would laugh quietly at the way they jumped all over you. Once he did, they would all rush to him, including yourself.
Neuvillette and you would stay there for a while, talking and playing with the melusines.
Lastly, once night came, Neuvillette would take you to the top of the cliff, his favourite spot.
There, he would hold your hand and whisper sweet nothings.
He would hold you close to him, his eyes closed as a soft smile graced his face.
“Just as the rain belongs to the ocean, I am yours, my love.”
Tartaglia. Oh Tartaglia. How he made you feel safe.
When you go out, he’ll randomly hug you from behind, smiling as you jump.
Tartaglia would smile fondly as you giggled, holding close to him.
If anything caught your eye while you were out, it would be bought within the second.
He would glare at anyone who got too close for comfort, taking your hand, smiling once the person was gone.
How he would tell you everything he thought was amazing about you, praising you like a god.
Tartaglia, oh Tartaglia. How he loved you.
“Oh? Did that catch your interest my love?”