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Jun 27, 2024

My Cecilia

On Ao3 as The_Cinderninja It’s almost Windblume Kazuha writes a poem And goes to Mondstadt (KazuVen below the cut)

The streets of Liyue Harbor are alive with the sound of merchants hawking their wares and the aroma of street food wafting through the air. The Traveler and Paimon wander through the market, soaking in the atmosphere. It is a rare day off from their usual adventures, and they are keen to enjoy every moment of it.

"Look at all these stalls! So much food! Will we even have time to try all of it?" Paimon exclaims, her eyes wide with excitement.

The Traveler smiles, nodding absently in agreement, finding Paimon’s enthusiasm endearing. They don’t have it in them to feel anything but relaxed. After the latest stretch of their journey, it is a balm to be back in Liyue. There is no crisis to be managed, no gods or monsters to fight. Just a calm evening with a warm breeze.

And a long list of friends they want to visit while they’re here.

They are about to point out a nearby food stall to Paimon when a familiar figure catches their eye. Another friend, but not one they were expecting to encounter here. (Though really, they are equally unsurprised to see him). His hair is wispy and loosely framing his face, falling out of its lopsided ponytail, and his eyes half lidded as he seemed to wander the harbour almost aimlessly.

"Kazuha!" the Traveler calls out, waving enthusiastically.

Kazuha turns unhurriedly, a warm smile spreading across his face as he waves at his friends. "Traveler, Paimon! It's good to see you both."

They quickly close the distance between them, and Paimon floats up to Kazuha, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "What are you doing here, Kazuha? Did you want to come have lunch with us? We were just deciding where to eat!"

"I have no particular plans for today," Kazuha replies, voice soft as ever. "I’d be honoured to join you.”

The three of them can’t help but stop at multiple stalls, amassing a collection of different snacks until both the Traveler and Kazuha’s arms are overflowing, at risk of dropping their meals all over the cobbles before they have a chance to eat any of it.

“Haha… we should probably find somewhere to sit.” The Traveler observes, and only with the warning that they’re going to drop everything soon do they manage to drag Paimon away to find a nice patio to sit at, overlooking the harbour.

They spread their dishes out over the table, splitting everything between themselves.

"It has been a little while, hasn’t it, Kazuha?" the Traveler begins as they pick up their chopsticks, "what have you been up to lately?”

Kazuha makes a noncommittal noise in the back of his throat, looking away over the water as he speaks. "I've been travelling through Inazuma and Liyue, mostly. Observing the changing seasons, it's been... peaceful.”

"Peaceful sounds nice," the Traveler replies, a hint of wistfulness in their voice. "It's been a while since we've had a chance to just sit and relax like this.”

Paimon nods enthusiastically. "Yeah! We've been so busy lately. It's nice to have a break."

The Traveler grimaces. Busy is one way to put it. Burnt out might be another.

"Indeed, peace is a rare treasure,” Kazuha agrees, knowingly. “But it's also given me a lot of time to think. It has definitely been a time of reflection for me. To be perfectly honest, I’ve been feeling a bit… restless.”

The Traveler looks a bit closer. They were so lost in their own thoughts, they failed to notice how distant Kazuha seemed. Of course, it’s normal for him to seem… a bit disconnected, at times. But this isn’t his usual ‘elevated’ self. Rather than introspective, he seems almost lost in his own mind.

"Reflection? Restless?” the Traveler echoes, their interest piqued by whatever has Kazuha so distracted. "About what?"

Kazuha hesitates for a moment, looking almost embarrassed. “Ah... a certain person I met recently. Or rather, met again. This wasn’t my first time crossing their path. In fact, it seems each time we meet, they become harder for me to forget.”

Paimon's eyes widen, absolutely shining as she shrieks; "Ooooh! Kazuha likes someone!? Paimon needs to know everything!”

Kazuha leans back in his chair slightly as the little fairy floats right into his face. He almost expects her to reach out and squeeze his cheeks, but she stops herself just short of that. His expression softens as he fidgets with a leaf, rolling it back and forth between his fingers. “Hm… I seem to keep being drawn to the wild ones.” He muses to himself. “We have almost as many things in common as we do differences, but I think what stands out to me the most is their energy, enthusiasm. A certain shamelessness when it comes to experiencing life to its fullest. There’s an allure to that, for me.”

The Traveler leans in, a glint in their eye, a smirk playing on their face. "Is it me?"

Kazuha looks up, startled, a faint blush creeping up his cheeks. "Ah- no, it's not you. I'm sorry if I gave the wrong impression."

The Traveler laughs gently, waving off his apology. "Relax, Kazuha, I was only teasing you. But go on, tell us more."

Kazuha takes a deep breath, his expression thoughtful. "I'm not sure what to do about it. My lifestyle as a wandering samurai doesn't really suit relationships. At least, not the kind that requires stability and consistency."

The Traveler nods in understanding, their eyes sympathetic. "It's hard, being a traveler. Forming close bonds can be painful. You either miss out on what could be, or you pursue it and eventually have to face the inevitable pain of a separation when paths diverge."

Kazuha meets their gaze, a look of mutual understanding passing between them. "Ah, so you understand."

The Traveler gives a small, knowing smile. "More than you know."

Kazuha sighs softly, his fingers tracing the rim of his teacup. "I also don't know if there's anything to pursue. This person is well-liked, popular, and charming. When we're together, we get along fine, but I can't tell if it's any different from how they treat their other friends."

The Traveler leans in, their eyes shining with curiosity. "Do we know this person?"

Kazuha hesitates, then nods reluctantly. "Yes, you do. It's someone we're both fairly close to."

Paimon gasps dramatically, her eyes widening in surprise. "Who is it? Tell us, tell us!"

Kazuha takes a deep breath, steeling himself for their reaction. "It's... Venti."

The revelation hangs in the air, and for a moment, there is silence as the Traveler and Paimon process the unexpected admission. The Traveler's eyebrows shoot up in surprise, while Paimon's jaw practically hits the floor.

"Tone-deaf bard!?" Paimon screeches, unable to contain her disbelief. "Paimon can’t believe anybody would be crazy enough to like him! No offence Kazuha. But you might be severely overestimating just how much competition you have."

Kazuha winces slightly at Paimon's assessment.

The Traveler quickly intervenes. "Well, everyone has their own tastes, right? And Venti is certainly... special," they say with a gleam in their eye, covering their face with their hand as they try to stifle a laugh.

Paimon, still reeling from the revelation, shakes her head in disbelief. "Well, good luck with that, Kazuha. You're going to need it."

Despite his embarrassment, Kazuha can’t help but smile at her volatile reaction. "I appreciate the vote of confidence, Paimon."

The Traveler, sensing Kazuha's uncertainty, reaches out to place a reassuring hand on his arm. "Hey, don't be embarrassed. You shouldn't let fear hold you back from expressing your feelings. If you like Venti, you should definitely say something."

“Ah, well. That’s exactly what I’ve been thinking about these past few weeks.” Kazuha admits. “I know Venti enjoys my company, but I'm not certain whether he thinks of me as anything more than a friend. I don’t want to ruin the relationship we already have by admitting my feelings if they aren’t reciprocated."

The Traveler nods in understanding, their eyes reflecting empathy. "Confessing one’s feelings can be intimidating, especially when you're not sure how the other person feels. But from what I know of Venti, I can tell you that I don’t think something like this would ruin your friendship either way. Even if he doesn't feel the same, he just isn’t the type to make things awkward.”

“You’re right, of course. And yet, for some reason, I’m still hesitant. He is a dear friend to me, and I would not want to lose that. I am content with my current situation. If the opportunity arises in the future, I may take the chance to express my true feelings to him. But for now, I am fine with simply being friends."

"Kazuha," the Traveler begins, their voice gentle, "Are you really alright with this?"

Kazuha's serene expression falters for a moment as he sighs. He takes a deep breath, his gaze distant as he gathers his thoughts. "It can be very difficult to suppress my true feelings when he is so near, I would be lying if I said otherwise. But I try to remind myself of the importance of our friendship and how much it means to me. And in the end, that makes it easier to set aside my desires and accept the situation as it is. It can be hard sometimes, but it is something I have made my peace with."

This isn’t his first friendship where he’s wanted something more but remained silent on the matter. He can live with that, he reassures himself. He has lived with it before.

The Traveler's eyes soften. "I... Kazuha... “ They trail off before reaching across the table to take his hand. “What if you hold onto your true feelings for so long, and he has no idea... and someone else confesses to him first? Would you still be able to maintain your friendship with him, as it is now, if he were to enter a relationship with someone else?"

Kazuha’s breath catches, and he closes his eyes as he ponders his answer. "Ah... this is a difficult question... it would indeed be quite painful to see someone else with Venti. And no matter how much I wish to keep our friendship the way it is, it would likely change. But... Even so, if Venti found happiness with someone else, I would want to support him as best I can, even if it hurts me to see it. So long as he is happy, I can bear the pain."

The Traveler looks at Kazuha with openly long-suffering concern, and huff out a dramatic breath. "That is very... noble of you. But it seems completely unnecessary. You shouldn't hold onto your emotions so tightly."

Kazuha offers a small, wistful smile. "Perhaps you're right. But, for now, I am content to let things be. If fate is kind to me and the right opportunity presents itself, I will confess my true feelings to him. But... if a time should come when that moment has passed or he has found happiness with someone else, I will accept that, too.”

A thoughtful silence falls between them, punctuated only by sounds of them eating and the distant murmur of the market outside.

Paimon, who has been unusually quiet, suddenly perks up with a spark of an idea. "What about Windblume?"

Kazuha tilts his head slightly, curiosity piqued. "Ah, Windblume... It's actually coming up quite soon, isn't it?"

The Traveler’s face brightens in sudden understanding, a smile tugging at their lips. "Yes... and Venti is from Mondstadt. You know, Windblume is a Mondstadt festival where people write poems and give flowers to those they love...."

“Ah, ah… I don’t know if I could be so obvious. Although… Windblume... a time for expressing one's feelings through poetry and flowers." He pauses, considering the possibilities. "It does seem fitting, doesn't it?"

Paimon nods enthusiastically, her excitement palpable. "Yes! It's the perfect opportunity, Kazuha! You could write a poem and give him a flower!"

The Traveler smiles encouragingly. "Windblume is a time for all kinds of love, not just romantic. People give gifts to their friends, family, anyone who is dear to them. So this could be the perfect way for you to express your feelings without having to say everything outright. And knowing Venti, he'd appreciate the poetry. Oh!” Their eyes light up again, an idea coming together. They lean forward conspiratorially. “You’re a poet, he’s a bard. Wordsmiths! Write a poem of your true feelings, but written subtly enough that if he doesn’t reciprocate them, he can choose to read it as a poem of your close friendship. If he does reciprocate, he will be able to read the meaning between the words.”

Kazuha pauses, his expression shifting at the idea. His eyebrows furrow and a small smile tugs at the edges of his lips. “Quite ingenious…” he admits, nodding slowly. “A poem which makes my heart clear to him, but will allow him to preserve my dignity in tact, if needed.”

“I was heading to Mondstadt soon myself, actually. I wanted to be back in time for Windblume as well. Maybe we can travel together?”

The smile that greets them is wide and genuine. “Ah, really? In that case, I would love nothing more.”

The Alcor sails steadily through the azure waves, the wind filling its sails and carrying it smoothly towards Mondstadt. Amidst the organized chaos above deck, Kazuha sits quietly near the bow, a composition book balanced on his knee, his pen moving swiftly across the page. His brow furrows in concentration.

The Traveler steps out onto the deck, scanning the area for their friend. Spotting Beidou instead, they approach her with a friendly wave. "Hey, Captain Beidou! Have you seen Kazuha?"

Beidou grins, jerking her thumb towards the bow of the ship. "He's right over there, scribbling away. I've never seen him so focused on his writing before. The look of intensity on his face isn't like him. Normally, he lets the words come naturally, but he's really hung up on whatever he's writing."

The Traveler chuckles softly. "He's writing a poem for someone special for Windblume."

Beidou's eyebrows rise in surprise before her expression softens with amusement and genuine pleasure. "Ah, I see. It's about time. He's been on his own for far too long."

Nodding, the Traveler makes their way over to where Kazuha sits. As they approach, they can see the gentle tension in his posture, his eyes focused intently on the lines he’s crafting. They settle down beside him quietly, not wanting to break his concentration immediately.

"Kazuha," the Traveler says softly, "how's the poem coming along?"

Kazuha glances up, a small smile curving his lips. "Ah, this? It is certainly… coming along. Though I'm not sure if it's as subtle as I intended it to be. Would you... mind reading it and giving me your thoughts?"

The Traveler leans in, eager to help. "I wouldn't mind at all! What have you written so far?"

Kazuha hesitates for a moment before nodding. "Hm. Well, I have the first few lines..." He recites them, his voice soft and lyrical; Springtime comes, the sky grows blue, And flowers of white Greet the coming breeze. It is in this time of beauty That my thoughts are of you.

Kazuha grimaces as he finishes, clearly unhappy with his work. He waits to voice his concerns though, looking to the Traveler to hear their feedback.

The Traveler takes a moment to consider the lines, their expression thoughtful. "I think that's a very good opening verse. It makes me think of Mondstadt. The clear skies, the cecilias, the gentle breezes... you make it all sound very beautiful.”

A flicker of relief passes over Kazuha's face. "Ah, thank you. I'm glad you think it works.” He pauses, glancing down at the page again. "Even so... it feels as though there are too many words. It feels cluttered and messy. I definitely need to work on it further."

The Traveler looks a bit confused. “Oh… really? But the words are all so beautiful, does it really need to be changed?”

Kazuha looks unsure now, gazing down at the ink on the page. “... If you say too much, the meaning can become lost.” He murmurs.

The Traveler nods as if they understand, but their expression says they are unsure. Even so, they take his word for it. He is the poet, after all, and this is his poem. "Is that all you’ve written so far?"

Kazuha shakes his head, looking slightly more troubled. "No, I've written a bit more... there's a second verse, though I'm not too happy with it either..." The wind shifts slightly, rustling the pages of Kazuha's composition book, and he places a steadying hand on it. Clearing his throat, he recites the unfinished second verse;

On days such as these A smile adorns your face A balm to my soulThe memory...

He trails off, his frustration palpable. "I'm not sure how to finish it when I'm so unhappy with what's already on the page." He admits.

The Traveler smiles reassuringly. "I like it. The first few lines are wonderful. You're saying that you cherish the memory of his smiles, right? And how they make you feel?"

Kazuha nods, his eyes softening. "Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying. They remind me of the joy that Venti brings along with him wherever he goes. His smile is like the sunlight, bringing warmth to those who see it. But still, I'm not sure how to convey that properly. I'm at a loss for adequate words. This verse will take the most revision."

He sighs, his gaze drifting towards the horizon. "We'll be in Mondstadt soon, and I feel the pressure to finish it on time."

The Traveler places a comforting hand on his shoulder. "We'll be arriving a few days before Windblume, and the festival itself lasts a little over a week, so you have plenty of time. You're probably struggling because you're putting so much pressure on yourself. You normally let your poetry come naturally, don't you? So you should stop trying to force it."

Kazuha sighs again, nodding. "You're right. Perhaps I should leave this verse for now and revisit it later when I'm a little more 'inspired.' And as for the last part, I'm... afraid it might be a little too straightforward..."

"Ah... well, it's been subtle so far. That is... your love for him has been obvious in each line, but it hasn't been overtly romantic, I don’t think. Then again, Mondstadt is a very romantic city, so… I’ve seen friends share far more romantic poems than this. The line there is a bit thinner between the two. But let's hear this final verse that you seem worried about."

Kazuha takes a deep breath, his eyes flickering over the page as he rereads what he has written there, turning it over in his mind even as he speaks to the Traveler. "Ah, well... if you insist. This is the verse I am most concerned about..."

He recites the final verse with a soft, uncertain tone;

The soft breeze whispering your nameA soothing remembranceAs the wind carries you awayLeaving only memories behind.

The Traveler considers the words carefully. "Hmm... what exactly was this verse meant to convey?"

Kazuha's gaze drops to the deck. "Ah, well... I suppose it was meant to convey a sense of longing. You see, ever since I first met Venti, I've always felt this profound sense of yearning. It's as if whenever I'm around him, I can hear…” He hesitates, and looks at the Traveler. “The wind carries desires, you know? Prayers, poems, songs, hopes. It is always the strongest around him, though. Almost unbearably so."

He pauses, his voice softening even further. "But this feeling of longing is a bittersweet one, for it is followed by the heartbreaking realization that not all desires can be fulfilled. He is a very cheerful person, but carries with him a certain melancholy. I find I feel the same when I am with him. Being near him makes me happy, but I also know I cannot have him. I don't think anyone can."

The Traveler is taken aback by Kazuha's words and insights. "Why do you say that?”

Kazuha shrugs, a wistful smile playing on his lips. "It's true of all Anemo holders, really. We cannot ever be satisfied, settled or claimed. Always striving. I've loved before, and I had to let that love go. I can't imagine it would be any different with Venti. If I try to hold on too tightly, I'll lose him. I'm a wanderer; I can't stay in Mondstadt for long. And I don't know what Venti strives for, but I assume it's more than the life of a wandering samurai."

The Traveler seems genuinely uncertain. "I... also don't know what really motivates Venti, or what exactly he's striving for. I can't make any promises to you about another person's heart. But... I do believe that something can still exist between two wanderers, even if their paths rarely converge."

Kazuha smiles at that, a light returning to his eyes. "Yes, time and distance make the heart grow fonder, after all, and each meeting feels more precious than the last."

The two of them fall into a contemplative silence, wondering just how this will work out. Thankfully, neither is too overwrought. The Traveler knows that even if Venti’s feelings are too elusive (and they do suspect this might be the case), he would never be anything but kind to Kazuha about it. Likewise, they know that Kazuha is entirely capable of taking a rejection graciously.

Kazuha seems to understand this as well, since most of his anxieties about ‘ruining their existing friendship’ have faded as the ship grows closer to Mond.

"As such a talented bard and poet himself, I'm certain that Venti will understand the intentions of this poem. I'm equally certain that he will be able to tactfully misinterpret it if your feelings aren't returned." The Traveler finally speaks.

Kazuha nods slowly, a weight seeming to lift from his shoulders. "That is exactly my hope. If Venti happens to not reciprocate my feelings, I hope that he will be able to read this as a poem of friendship rather than one of unrequited love. But... if the opposite should be true... and his feelings match mine... then I hope that this poem will convey the extent of my yearning for him. I hope that he will understand how dearly I want to be with him."

The Traveler offers a warm smile. "I think the poem is perfect."

Kazuha laughs softly, shaking his head. "Far from it. But thank you, my friend.”

The Traveler watches as Kazuha turns his gaze back to his poem, the lines of worry on his face easing slightly as he taps his brush against the corner of the page, leaving messy ink smudges as he contemplates the words written there. After a moment of contemplative silence, the Traveler asks, "Do you know what kind of flower you're going to give him to go with it?"

Kazuha pauses, then looks up, his expression thoughtful. "I was thinking of giving him white lilies - or, in Mondstadt, white cecilias. I have heard that they symbolize 'the true feelings of the prodigal son'... I can think of nothing more fitting for the poem I have written."

The Traveler's face brightens with recognition. "Oh, I think those are his favourite flowers!"

Kazuha's eyes widen slightly in surprise, though his expression immediately shifts to intense interest as he starts making a note in the margin of his notebook. "That's even better, then! I admit, I am... incredibly nervous... to give this to him. I've never had to express my feelings before. Not like this. This poem and this lily will be an important and meaningful gift for him no matter what the outcome is. But... I can't help but hope that he might actually return my feelings..."

The Traveler places a reassuring hand on Kazuha's shoulder. "I hope so as well. Honestly, you deserve this. I hope it all works out just right. But even if it doesn't, I'm sure he'll still appreciate the poem."

Kazuha sighs, his expression softening with gratitude. "Ah... thank you. With so much riding on this, it is comforting to know that you have faith in me. I shall do my best to convey my feelings to him. And no matter the outcome, I will not regret my decision."

"Good luck, Kazuha. I hope it goes well... and I'm glad you'll have no regrets, either way."

Kazuha nods, the corners of his mouth lifting in a small but genuine smile. "I think I can see Mondstadt in the distance now. It looks like we'll be arriving soon."

The Traveler turns to look out over the horizon, and indeed, the spires and windmills of Mondstadt come into view, green fields bathed in golden light.. "Ahh, you're right! We should arrive at Dornman Port in no time at all.”

As the Alcor approaches the port, dockworkers and sailors move about with practiced efficiency, and the scent of saltwater mingles with the faint aroma of blooming flowers carried on the wind. Kazuha and the Traveler gather their belongings from below deck and make their way to the gangplank.

When the Traveler reappears with their belongings, Paimon has also emerged from wherever it is she disappears to. Her and the Traveler are chatting animatedly as they make their way back up the stairs to join Kazuha where he waits to disembark.

Before they part ways, the Traveler gives Kazuha one last encouraging smile.

“Paimon thinks you could do better.” Paimon announces, confidently. With a stern look from the Traveler, she quickly adds; “But um, good luck Kazuha!” She gives him two thumbs ups, not making any attempt to hide her dubious expression.

Kazuha bows slightly, his expression sincere. "Thank you. Your support means a lot to me. Until we meet again, my friends."

The Traveler and their companion watch as Kazuha strides confidently towards the path leading to the city, the sunlight casting a warm glow on his form.

“... Do you really think this is going to work out for him?” Paimon asks.

The Traveler laughs, warm and bright, and shrugs. “With Venti, I honestly have no idea.” They admit. “But getting these feelings off his chest will be good for Kazuha, either way. And Venti’s not going to hurt him, so… it should be fine.”

As Kazuha steps through Mondstadt's gates, the city welcomes him with open arms. He has been here a few times before, but never during Windblume. He's surprised to see just how thoroughly decorated it is. The festival doesn’t officially begin for a few more days, but the entire city is completely covered in flowers. Coloured paper streamers and paper flowers adorn the city alongside the real ones. The air is fragrant, and with the loose petals carried on the wind, it feels like stepping into a dream.

Kazuha takes in the atmosphere around him, drinking in the scene with his senses. The city of Mondstadt truly is the epitome of beauty during Windblume. The sound of music fills the air, mingling with the scent of flowers and sweet treats. He cannot help but smile at the sight of the city in full bloom.

Feeling the gentle caress of the wind on his hair, Kazuha experiences a soothing sensation. The wind makes his heart race and his steps lighter. The wind has always been different in Mondstadt—warmer, gentler, protective. He understands why the people have so much faith in the presence of their Archon, despite his apparent absence. Anyone with basic senses can feel just how kind and watchful the wind of Mondstadt is. Kazuha feels his body relax and his mind unwind, as if all tension and worry have evaporated.

Mondstadt is very, very different from Inazuma. It is the city of freedom, and everyone seems so happy.

As he wanders, he finds himself drawn to the statue of Barbatos in the centre of town, where he finds Venti sitting on the base of the statue, playing the lyre and singing with his eyes closed. A small crowd is standing around, listening to him play.

Oh... oh my goodness...

Kazuha freezes like a deer in the headlights, his heart skipping a beat, as he sees Venti here in the centre of Mondstadt playing and singing his little heart out. The melody he is performing is whimsical, fingers darting over lyrestrings to pluck out the rapid and uplifting tune. The gentle breeze carries his enchanting voice to Kazuha's ears. It is a moment of pure, unadulterated beauty. Kazuha can feel his heart fluttering in his chest, and he can do nothing but watch the bard, utterly smitten.

Kazuha can't seem to keep track of his thoughts while the bard plays. Whatever Venti is playing, it has a deeply calming effect. The listeners seem almost entranced, eyes closed and smiling softly.

If stepping into Mondstadt felt like a dream, then he isn't sure what words to use for this. He wonders if the rest of the crowd feels it, feels the magic of this moment. Kazuha feels himself becoming more entranced the longer he listens. He can't seem to take his eyes off the bard, who is the pure essence of innocent joy at the moment. The smile on his face, the breeze playing with his hair, the petals of flowers drifting through the air, the laughter in his voice as he sings.

The song ends, and the spell passes. With a little laugh, Venti switches songs into something a little more playful. A lighthearted something you could hear any bard playing. Charming. The spell of Venti's song is broken. It was the type of thing that cannot exist in reality, and Kazuha is waking up from a dream. The melody that Venti just played was pure poetry. Kazuha feels his heart warm.

Venti notices Kazuha in the crowd as he pushes closer to listen, and his face lights up with a smile of recognition. He stops playing for long enough to give a little wave - though he doesn't stop singing - before placing his hands back on his lyre.

Oh dear...

Kazuha's heart leaps into his throat as Venti notices him. His heart flutters as he waves back, smiling brightly. The urge to push even closer toward the bard intensifies, and it is all he can do to hold himself back from doing so. The song he is weaving with his lyre and his voice is a sweet one, but Kazuha can't bear to take his eyes off of him...

Once the song ends, Venti puts his lyre away, apparently finished performing, much to the disappointment of the crowd. He takes a cheerful little bow, and accepts his tips - be they Mora, food, or alcohol- before the crowd disperses. A few linger, but most of the folks wander off.

Once most of the attention has left him and his performance, he turns to Kazuha with a smile. “Kazuha! Hello! I wasn't expecting to see you in Mondstadt! Did you come all the way here just for Windblume?”

Kazuha can't help but blush at Venti's cheerful greeting. The bard's energy is infectious and his mere presence is like a bright ray of sunshine. “Ah.... yes, I did indeed come for Windblume. I thought that this would be the perfect opportunity for me to express my feelings.”

“Express your feelings? Oh~ You make it sound like you have someone special in Mondstadt you came all this way just to see?” The bard tips forward, curiosity burning in his eyes. He is a bard, after all. Always hungry for gossip, especially that of the romantic variety.

“... Well... yes. I would be lying if I said otherwise. I suppose you could say I have a very special someone here, one for whom I've travelled quite a way to meet.”

Venti seems excited by the idea, excited for Kazuha, and totally enthusiastic about it.

“How romantic!” He sighs dramatically, clutching his hands to his chest. “Ah- unless it isn't romantic? But still, even if you came all this way just to see a friend, they must be very dear to you indeed!”

Kazuha smiles a secretive smile to himself, amused by the direction their conversation has taken. “Ah, yes. They are certainly very dear to me. Though, I’m not sure if they realize this.” He adds, amusement growing.

“Ahhh, so they really have no idea how you feel? Surely they must have some clue?” Venti urges, truly having no idea just how clueless he is at the moment.

“They haven't a clue, I can assure you.” Kazuha makes level eye contact with the bard, struggling to remain serious at the sheer, clueless authenticity in Venti’s expression. “I've been hiding my feelings from them for quite some time now. And, well, to be quite honest, I don't know if they'd return my feelings, so I'm quite nervous…”

“Oho, so it is romantic!” Venti guesses, throwing an arm around Kazuha's shoulders and grinning at him reassuringly. “Don't be nervous! You're so sweet, Kazuha, I can't imagine this person not feeling the same! But even if your feelings aren't returned, you said they were a dear friend, right? Surely that won't change. Even if they don't feel the same, I doubt they'll stop caring for you altogether. And I'll be here for you, too!”

Oh, Venti, you sweet fool...

Kazuha cannot help but laugh at the bard's encouragement, finding his earnestness to be utterly endearing.

“... Thank you, Venti. You really are a great friend. I'm quite grateful for you.”

“Awww.” Venti blushes slightly, apparently totally endeared at the moniker of 'great friend'. “So.... will you tell me who it is? Or will I just have to wait and find out with everyone else, hehe…”

Kazuha pauses, his face turning a little red. As funny and endearing as this is, he isn’t entirely prepared to just jump in like this. Windblume hasn’t even begun yet, and he still hasn’t finished his poem, or found a suitable cecilia!

“... I'm sorry but I- ah, you see, I…” The wanderer trails off a bit awkwardly as he tries to find the right words to answer Venti's question. He seems hesitant to speak the truth.

Venti only laughs again, smile never wavering as he slaps his hand against Kazuha’s back. “I see, no spoilers for your favourite bard, no matter how sweetly I ask? Ehe.”

“That’s right.” Kazuha nods quickly. “I haven’t even finished my poem yet.”

“Oh~ a poem?” Venti’s eyes gleam. “You really are embracing the Windblume spirit! Maybe I could help?”

Kazuha pauses, considering his words, before allowing a slow smile to overtake his face. “Ah… not a bad idea. But let me finish my first draft, at least, before sharing it.”

As Windblume draws to a close, Mondstadt remains a whirlwind colour. Kazuha has spent much of the festival with Venti, but he has also taken time to explore Mondstadt and spend moments with the Traveler. Everyone seems somehow busier than usual and yet also overflowing with free time. Perhaps it is that everyone has so much free time that they must spend every inch of it with their friends.

It's a beautiful time.

With evening rapidly approaching on the final day of Windblume, Kazuha decides there's no time like the present. He isn't going to let fear command him. He's faced worse opponents than a charming bard and came out victorious.

He tells Venti that he's finally finished his poem.

Venti's eyes light up with delight and he takes the scroll from Kazuha, looking up at his friend with an inquisitive smile before looking back down to read it. He nods along, smiling broadly as he looks at the words on the page. By the end, his smile has softened. His hands shake slightly as he finishes, handing the poem back to Kazuha.

"Ooohh... That's beautiful." His expression is genuine delight. "Whoever you wrote this for is a very lucky person, indeed!"

Kazuha nods, not taking the poem back. He leaves Venti’s hand awkwardly outstretched. “Ahh,” Kazuha chuckles nervously. "I'm glad you like it... I suppose it means that you think the object of this poem will be very happy to receive it then?"

"They would be a fool not to be... It's very obvious how much you love this person. You really poured your heart into this, didn't you?"

Kazuha blushes deeply, realizing the truth of Venti's words. He did indeed put his heart into this poem. "Yes, I certainly tried to.”

Venti's smile this time is not as overt or rambunctious as his usual smiles. It is a soft and wistful thing, but no less genuine. "I hope that the recipient of this poetry cherishes you as much as you cherish them. You deserve nothing less."

A warm feeling rushes through Kazuha at Venti's words, his heart overflowing. The bard's expression and his words make it quite clear that he truly has no idea just how fondly Kazuha feels for him. Yet the bard still speaks so lovingly, which almost makes Kazuha's feelings grow even stronger than before.

"Thank you, Venti. Those kind words mean more to me than you know."

Venti is clearly a bit wistful by the idea of Kazuha confessing his love to some other person, but even so, he doesn't say a word of anything but support and encouragement. He is still holding the scroll out to Kazuha, growing slightly confused as to why he hasn't taken it back yet.

Kazuha decides it's finally time to take pity on the poor, oblivious bard. He reaches out, not to take the poem back, but to lay his hand over top of Venti’s, pushing it back down to his side. "No, Venti. I don't need it back."

"Eh? But then how are you supposed to deliver it?"

That innocent head tilt.

Kazuha is more than a little embarrassed as he explains himself. "Ah, you see... this poem... it's not intended for someone else. It has already found its way to its recipient."

Venti stares at Kazuha blankly for a moment, as the gears in his head turn, trying to process that bit of information. "F-for... me?"

"Yes, for you." Kazuha pauses for a moment, the moment. His original plan thrown out the window in one impulsive heartbeat as he decides to say the words out loud; "I seem to have fallen for you, bard."

"Eh.... I... ah—" Venti, at a complete loss for words, unrolls the poem and begins reading it again, eyes darting over the page, taking in their meanings anew with the realization that these words were penned for him.

Kazuha watches as Venti reads the poem a second time, a third time, eyes darting up and down the page. His expression shifting and twisting. Confusion, delight.

Venti's eyes dart back up from the poem to land on Kazuha again.

They stare at each other in silence.

The bard throws himself at Kazuha, dragging the poet into a tight hug that knocks them both to the ground.

Kazuha is initially taken by surprise by Venti's sudden reaction, but a moment later, his arms wrap around the bard as he warmly embraces him in return.

"And I—I said it was so romantic!" Venti laughs brightly into Kazuha's shoulder, still having a hard time believing Kazuha meant all of those words about him.

Kazuha nods, lips quirking in amusement as he pats the bard on the back. "Very romantic, yes..."

"O-oh..." Venti lets out a giddy giggle in a single sharp burst. "And I said anyone would be a fool not to return your affections." He realizes, giggling helplessly.

"You did say that, yes." He smirks affectionately as he sits up slowly, arms still wrapped around the giggling bard. He leans forward, tucking his cecilia into Venti's hair.

Venti’s eyes open wide, shining, reaching up to touch it. His grin is splitting his face, even as he doubles over in laughter again.

Despite his reaction, it somehow goes without saying that he isn’t laughing at Kazuha.

He’s simply giddy. He isn’t processing what’s happening. He’s wiping tears from his eyes - tears of laughter. “This is happening?” He asks, before pressing the back of his hand to his mouth. His cheeks are dusted pink. "I could kiss you right now…"

Kazuha can see the moment Venti realizes what he said, his eyes widening even further as Kazuha laughs out a soft exhale. "You could..."

Venti's eyes widen with excitement, and before Kazuha can brace himself, the bard throws himself at him with such force that they tumble to the ground in a heap again. They land in the soft grass, petals scattering around them as Venti tries to regain his composure, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

He attempts to kneel above Kazuha, bracing his hands in the grass on either side of his head. He leans in slowly, but his balance betrays him. He wobbles precariously before falling forward, landing directly on top of Kazuha with an oof.

"Oh—" Venti giggles, his cheeks flushing hot with embarrassment. "Sorry, sorry!"

Kazuha can't help but laugh as well, the sound bubbling up from his chest. "It's fine, it's fine!" After Venti’s failed kiss, he tries to sit up and give one of his own; but the bard is laughing too hard to reciprocate properly, their noses bumping awkwardly.

Venti tries to steady himself again, his face hovering close to Kazuha's, but another burst of laughter from both of them breaks the moment. Instead, Venti settles for planting a dramatic, exaggerated kiss on Kazuha's cheek. "Mwah! There! That's for you," he declares triumphantly, eyes twinkling.

Kazuha shakes his head, his chest still shaking with laughter. "You are impossible," he manages to say through the laughter, his heart light and happy.

"Impossibly charming, you mean," Venti retorts, smirking.

They sit there, out of breath from laughing, hair and clothing tousled, probably looking like they got up to far more than they actually did. Kazuha doesn’t find himself feeling particularly embarrassed by that thought. He sighs contentedly, looking up at the sky.

Somehow, the world felt even more vibrant than usual. The sky was painted in vivid colours, the air smelled of flowers, cider, apple blossoms, the merriment of an entire nation, and the wind was singing.

"We should probably get back," he murmurs softly. "The closing ceremony is soon. I've never seen it before. The Traveler told me a bit about it on the way over."

Venti's eyes light up. "Ah, they told you about that, then? The Windblume Star… It's quite the spectacle," he sighs, finally managing to push himself up and offer a hand to Kazuha. "You definitely don't want to miss it."

Kazuha takes Venti's hand, and the bard pulls him up with surprising strength. They start walking back towards the city, the festival still in full swing around them. Just as Mondstadt seemed to already be celebrating days before the festival officially began, he strongly suspects they will still be partying for some time after it officially comes to a close. The atmosphere is one of pure, unfiltered joy.

He’s never seen anything quite like it.

It’s a far cry from the serenity of Lantern Rite, and an even further cry from the tentative, wary peace of the Irodori Festival.

No one parties quite like Mond.

As they approach the bridge leading back into Mondstadt, "I wonder who the 'Windblume Star' will be this year," he muses aloud.

Venti's grin widens. “Oho, well, I can safely say you’re my Windblume Star this year.” He tuts, taking the cecilia out of his hair in order to twirl it in his fingers, smiling down at it.

Kazuha laughs softly, shaking his head. "You certainly know just what to say, don't you?"

Venti winks. "It's a gift," he replies, looping an arm through Kazuha's as they continue their walk. .

My Cecilia White flowers in the springtime Remind me of you On days such as these A smile adorns your face I cherish the sight Fleeting memories Your name whispered in the wind As the seasons change

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