1caru: Day 6 of @ventimcshipweek, “Reunion”Another continuation, this time of this old p
1caru: Day 6 of @ventimcshipweek, “Reunion”Another continuation, this time of this old picture: https://1caru.tumblr.com/post/646557381610848256/something-to-remember-them-by Here’s a small fic I wrote to go with this:~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Barbatos has had many names over the years. Some he chose himself, others were given to him, but they all have one thing in common: he abandons them sooner or later. Names remind him of the past, and the past is often filled with pain. Still, his names often act as a memorial for what he has lost. He goes by Celeste now, in honor of a boy who fell from the sky four thousand years ago. A boy with golden hair and eyes like stars, and a smile that shone just as bright. A boy he had foolishly loved and treasured more than anything. A boy who had given his life to bring peace to a world he did not belong in. Barbatos had donned the boy’s appearance afterwards, unwilling to let the memory of Teyvat’s hero fall to the cruel passage of time. His previous name was abandoned for the new one, and eventually none were left who knew it, save for his fellow archons. Years came and went, taking people and countries with them, but the bard continued to play the songs and weave the tales of his fallen star. He stood in Mondstadt’s cathedral plaza, a place which had remained largely unchanged all these years thanks to his continued protection and the dedication of his people, though the surrounding city had long been filled with more modern buildings. The notes he plucked from his lyre soon drew a small crowd of curious adults and playful children. He raised his voice a little, throwing in a little dancing as he nudged his partially coin-filled hat towards the crowd with his foot, winking at them. A few people stepped forward to drop some spare Mora in before melting back into the crowd. Eventually, a cloaked figure stepped forward and held out their hand. Celeste smiled gratefully, but his face quickly turned to confusion as the stranger kept their hand out, palm up, with no Mora in sight.Do I know this person? he wondered. With a well timed flick of his wrist on the lyre, the bard sent a small breeze at the stranger’s hood, pushing it aside just enough to see who was underneath. His fingers stuttered to a halt. Golden hair and eyes like stars appeared under the hood. A single word fell from the boy’s lips, a nervous and guilt-ridden word, but spoken with enough love to move even the coldest heart. A word that had not been uttered in Teyvat for nearly four thousand years. “Venti.” The lyre vanished in a burst of light as Venti rushed into Aether’s arms, deaf to the surprised yelps of the crowd around them. “Is this a dream?” Venti gasped, tears forming in his eyes. Aether held him tighter and closed his eyes, burying his face in the bard’s shoulder. “No. I’m here, Venti. I finally made it back.” “I- I can’t believe you,” Venti said weakly, pulling away just enough to look desperately into Aether’s eyes, “You died, I saw it. Please-” Aether grabbed Venti’s hand and pressed it to his chest. “I’m here, I’m here, I promise. I’m alive.” Tears began to roll down the bard’s cheeks in earnest as he felt Aether’s heart beat unmistakably through his shirt. The two embraced again as the crowd began to disperse to give them a little privacy. “How?” Venti whispered. “I’ll explain everything, but we should probably talk somewhere private,” Aether murmured. “Let’s just stay like this for a little while first. I’ve missed you.” “Me too,” Venti hiccuped, “more than anything.” Aether pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead and held him closer, smiling softly. He was home. -- source link
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