you should totes write some soft content of Venti and the traveler bc this duck is sick and hurty
Lumine stretches out on the grass, the warm breeze of Windrise rustling her hair and dress.
"Have you ever tried braiding your hair?" Venti asks, sitting up beside her. It's a rare moment where he looks truly peaceful.
"What, to match yours?" She turns her head to look up at him.
He giggles, twirling a lock of hair around his finger. "It's in fashion, you know."
Lumine smiles and closes her eyes, laying back on the ground. After a moment, she says, "I used to braid my brother's hair. His is a lot longer than mine."
Her hair had been long once, years and years ago, but she'd decided it was too much work and chopped it all off. Aether, on the other hand, took pride in his long hair, always finding time to take care of it. Lumine had often helped him with creating new styles, though a braid or ponytail was often the most convenient.
The thought of him makes her chest tighten.
"Would you like me to braid it for you?" comes Venti's voice from above. She blinks one eye open to see him hovering over her, smiling.
She rolls her eyes fondly, sitting up. "If you insist."
Venti claps his hands excitedly, crawling forward until he's practically in her lap, their faces inches apart. She pulls back in surprise, eyes wide, making him laugh.
"Am I too close?" he asks with a grin, taking one of her front locks of hair in his hands.
She huffs, cheeks warming. "Don't tease."
Venti hums, beginning to braid the bit of hair he's holding. "You should always be on guard, you know. You never know when I might..." His voice trails off as he flutters his fingers at Lumine's neck, laughing as she squeals and jerks away.
She rubs her neck, glaring at him with no real heat. "Are you gonna do my hair or not?"
Venti laughs, one hand poking at her side while the other reaches for her hair again. "I can't help it! You're too easy!"
Lumine bats his hand away, a few giggles escaping her as she curls into a ball. "Cut it out!" she whines, giving him an exaggerated pout.
Venti holds his hands up in surrender. "Fine, come here. I'll be nice, I swear!" He pinches her cheek. "You have to promise you'll come visit again soon, though."
Lumine laughs softly and takes his hand in hers. "I promise."
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