✉️ @/3m0t10nal-cr1s1s requested : Haha, what if,,,, flowers,,,, and,,,, Venti,,,,, ahaha,,,,,, JK,,,,, unless?
rie's note : man, we’re gonna have a 1.4 livestream tomorrow, and sadly i’m not pulling for him. writing this drabble, so that he can come home to everyone! lure him with dandelion owo
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pairing/s : venti x gn reader.
barbatos, or the seeming young man would like to call himself ‘venti’ wasn’t just any ordinary bard that goes wherever the wind tells him to wherever it leads him. unlike the saying of actions speak louder than words, he was kind of the polar opposite to it, probably.
he was unpredictable, by that word alone, you could never tell what was going on through his little — “oh, hello traveller!” he greeted to you happily, adorned with a close-eyed smile.
“what’s with the get-up?” you gestured towards the brown harp he is holding.
“of course, isn’t it that day where a person’s heart is joined by another?” you grumbled, mumbling something that he should have say it directly, rather than poetically. he isn’t the three-time winner of the “most popular bard of mondstadt” for nothing, that he chuckled on your response.
“alas, i made a couple of melodies to them.” venti said, proudly. raising your eyebrows, just how fast can he write them, how did this bard finish it right away?
“oh, and you are my last customer for the day!” he added. “i don’t even have a date with me?” confusion was evident to your face. ehe
you were about to speak up when his fingers started expertly strumming the strings of his harp without warning, a beautiful melody was brought along the breeze. no matter how many times he played the harp, it never fails to make you enthralled and drown deeper onto each string played upon.
“to the beautiful girl before me.” venti whispered huskily, failing to realize he had finished his melody, his hand holds flowers of cecilias and windwheel asters, one that came from the cliffs in mondstadt while the other, where you can find them on the staties.
wait, did he just meant to serenade you along?
realization strikes to you, he appeared to have read your mind and laugh, oh how adorable you looked as your face was as red as the red flowers he gave you, currently holding onto it.
oh, a girl so bright, that brings a smile. her eyes that shines as the sun, makes a bard’s heart, beat faster.
his forehead was placed against yours, his breath fanning over your lips that took your breath away, staring upon his aqua-green irises underneath the shades of the tavern, where you sat “so, will you accept my words of love to you, [y/n]?
