𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆..

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚔 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚍

[harm0nizer]

Alright so um important stuff, I’m no longer using this account. There’s no specific reason as to why or how but I’m just all together no longer using this account. The only reason I can see myself keeping this up is to simply archive a lot of my post but genuinely speaking I will never be on this account anymore other than that BUTTT I do have a new account

@novalins

So if you wish to still genuinely keep track of my stuff you can follow me there but if you decide you want to stop seeing me post you can just not follow! But going forth I will be active on that account! Thank you for all the awesome memories on this one and I hope I can make some more in the future.

[thedrunkenbard]

@darkdawned continued

“ ‘m sorry”

He doesn’t even attempt to argue much this time, instead just accepting the herb as he began to gnaw at it. Movements slow and rigid. No longer did just his head churn but his heart ached as well, reminding him of the person before who would down a drink without a care in the world.

“It was much easier...when I was Babartos,” he pauses mouth still chewing away at the herb his body limp against the red haired man, “While I still...u..enjoyed the effects of a slight buzz. I only really drinked for the taste..”

He looks down at the ground below them eyes drinking in every detail. “No..that’s wrong..I drinked for what it stood for me..” his finger begins to toy with a button on the man’s jacket, unable to read his expression at the moment. “Freedom..”

Apparently along with emptying his stomach, he was emptying his chest as well. Spilling out his heavy burdens and truth to the man. “When I became an archon...I don’t think I was really trying to be an archon during that moment..i-if that makes any sense? The people of Mondstat were free..I-I just wanted my precious person to be happy...” he closes his eyes, eyelids suddenly feeling heavy, unable to pick up the mood at the moment, “so I thought...if IIIIII, become the next Anemo archon, then they wouldn’t have to worry about..a ruler..the people would be able to be their own person..” he lets out a heavy breath, “they would be free.”

His mind wanders for a bit, fingers reaching from the button he was toying with to brush against the soft red hair, eyes shining with an unknown feeling. “Of course I helped my people when they needed me..wherever the wind is I shall be but besides that I didn’t know what else to do..my precious person was gone..and...and...wowwww, your hair is really soft...” whatever he was gonna say next he didn’t finish suddenly going off track as his finger were now entangled into Diluc’s hair, fingers running through it with ease.

[thedrunkenbard]

He knew the man wouldn’t humor him much, his dreary attitude and all around regards towards Venti clear. He ponders for a minute, if Diluc didn’t know he was....no had been the god many looked up to for years, would he look at him with same disappointment that he attempted to thinly veil with exhaustion and calmness. Probably not. He knew when people knew you were something akin to a god they hold some form of expectation. As a figure people could look up to for guidance and help. He closed his eyes head throbbing just some the pure intensity of these thoughts, he clearly wasn’t in the shape for that kind of mind power.

“ ‘s ok, I can....walk on my own, put me down!” He declared childishly, a churn deep in his chest. He could walk on his own, his mind declared. He could. He could. “I said..hh..” this time when his head hung low, rather than a heaved he did empty his stomach. The gross sludge splattering against the floor as he sloppily wiped his mouth, shame flooding through his body.

[darkdawned]

     With the last of the glasses polished, Diluc found little to do but allow his attention to fall upon the drunken bard who lay across his bar. Closing time had passed quite some time ago. Yet he expected the archon to rise and stumble along his merry way. The winery’s master took considerable care to tidying the tavern yet Venti remained, cheek flush against the counter’s wood and finger dancing over the grain’s swirls. How the bard had come into so much coin was not a matter he concerned himself with but it seemed that much to his misfortune, the fallout of the evenings festivities was entirely of his concern. 

    “It is time you go home, bard. Do you have a bed to call your own tonight or did you drink away your lodging?” 

@thedrunkenbard​

[thedrunkenbard]

Barbatos was far from a light drinker, relishing in the found freedom the people finally had. He had spent most of his godhood celebrating, downing drinks and being a friend and good story teller among the people as he tells story of his first friend from the life before.

Venti, however was not. He was a man stripped to his bare. No longer a god, only a mortal man who’s ginosis was ripped right from him. Leaving him more vulnerable than he he ever had been. No longer immune from the heavy effects alcohol had, he found the few nights he could afford more than a few cups he would hunching over the bar, mind hazy as he spurts out randomness like any other man.

“Diluc~ to refer to me in such cold terms. It makes me thinks we aren’t...friends.”

Were they? The dark part of his mind piped out. Diluc was not a social man, the closest person who he seemed to even relatively tolerate was Jean, and to an extent, the traveler.

“Oh! I worry not about where I sleep for the wind..hic..carries me to...I forgot the rest..” he lets out a loud laugh fingers drumming against the counter as he tilts his head up lips upturning into a smile feet tapping against the stool. “Do you wish to hear...a..p-poem I wrote! It’s a really good one! I swear! I swear!”

“Let me tell you the ballad about an interesting man. His looks as fierce as the sun! But his personality as dreary as a wooden board! It’s ok though because he has a nice coc-“

The bard doesn’t even finish his crude poem before hunching over and dry heaving his chest heavy as the booze hit hard, mind foggy.

“Mnnn..can I get a...glass to go?”

[thedrunkenbard]

“𝑫-𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂...𝒐𝒐..𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒂 𝒇𝒖𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚!~”

A permanent starter call, you can like this post to recieve a tale from the always drunk bard.