It echoed in my mind, "You'll get more information soon." More information would be nice. I was stumbling around in the dark.
The same times were I'd look for a pirate crew-but find a samurai instead-which was solved after a few hours, but it cost me nothing but precious time. I don't have the patience for it or the inner tranquillity.
I hated being left in the dark. It was insufferable to witness the itching a bad hunch in my mind. The crippling sensation made me want to extinguish it. The faster meant, the better I would regain a sane thought. One was enough to gather a thread for a scheme.
While everything else seemed uncertain, from the plans that Kaeya had, the order and even Diluc and Venti's retaliation, I knew that the order of the books wasn't a coincidence.
There was a code on it.
The first letters of the list said:
Good methods to melt into your envoirement
old myths and folklore
the windborn boy
old friends grief - a guide to coping with grief
herbology 101
intellectual basic facts
meet them at the river
'Go to him' simple as that, not an order. That would be far from true. It was an advice.
Not a bad one when we're talking about that. I walked towards the cellar even before considering everything in its entirety. A surge of
She sits with him near his cell, facing him with her back.
"I never wanted this." I sighed
"What? Us?" he asked, low and sharp. His voice was supplied with daggers, it stung? The sweet song had disappeared. Meanwhile the same tone had a sharp and rough edge. He took the path of a criminal, so I took justice into my hands. If I could, I'd choose anything else to escape this toxic sensation. Which made my stomach churn and stabbed my heart whenever I dared to look his way.
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I clenched my jaw while I tried to suppress the wince from the moment he bit me. I didn't need him to think that I was injured. Guilt was a useless feeling in this situation. It was a waste of breath.
I drugged my nails into my palms. A low hiss escaped my lips. Before I realized the mistake, Venti tensed up and turned to me. "Look," he said, "if you're in pain, I'm going to get someone." he smiled gentle. It was so tender. The thought of betraying him irked me.
I shook my head, but even back then, I knew he noticed the fine details that gave my anguish away. His senses were more heightened than mine could ever be trained.
And besides, my worst fear, by far, was that he saw through me.
"Then what?" I asked, challenging him to give me a satisfying answer, which he could not. It was simply not in his terrain, nor would he come to a conclusion that led to a satisfactory reply.
I watched him, his every move. It wasn't the same as before. The eeriness that crept up my shoulders when I saw his porcelain pale skin, the sharp smile, and the soft eyes weren't scary anymore.
What I most detested to fear was loss. Not in a soul torturing forever, no, rather a person so close yet so far to reach.
It was more agonizing to watch someone be without you when they're so close, when you could have mended things if you took a different path, but to no avail, you see them from afar or maybe they even left, but the memory remains.
I lost my parents, I lost my family, I have lost friends, and I have lost companions, but they were dead. They weren't alive to remind me that I hadn't let them slip through my fingers or how we drifted apart. They were gone. That was it. It was the finishing line. My happiest memories wouldn't become as hollow as they were when I'd recall those reminders that something snapped when it felt significant.
The impact afterward with the empty feeling was more agonizing than anything else.
Venti came towards me with a gentle, tender smile. Smooth and beautiful like silk flowers.
He hid something behind his right hand, which I didn't try to espy. A peak wasn't necessary. He smiled and tilted my head upwards, then he leaned down to my ears. "Close your eyes first, then take a guess which hand, and I'll treat your pain." The grin in his voice was easy to recognize, even with closed eyes, or at least, you could say it was such an intuitive feeling.
Somehow, the quiet and the darkness reminded me of my past memories I spent partially in the woods, even when I discovered those human skulls in the forest, the rotten, gnawy flesh.
I froze when I remembered the flashing images from my childhood, but then the agitation disappeared as I smelled the sweet scent, I took a deep breath once and then smiled. "I guess it's the right hand?"
"Yes, open your eyes." he said. He opened my palm and placed a piece of paper into my hand. The same sketch-drawing I found in his drawer. I couldn't find words to articulate what I felt, the surge of emotions dwelling in my chest, I chocked on my words before I could form them.
There weren't enough specific words to outline how adorable what he had done was.
A short pause followed.
"Do you sometimes get the feeling that you have dreams that are far more real than they seem, but they haven't happened yet?" he smiled. It did feel as though we had a similar situation before? Sort off, maybe my memory was screwing around with me.
"You're oddly peculiar," I said. A chuckle escaped my lips before I could settle with a frown.
He frowned, a thin line on his mouth, "Come on."
"We have had such a conversation before, no?" I asked, although to be fair, his smile was sweet, I wouldn't want to put up with a conversation centered around deep topics. The stinging, which throbbed in my neck, still hurt-excuse my wording here, like a bitch
"I do not remember such a situation." Venti smiled
"Sure, How beneficial" I muttered.
"Well, I drew you even before we met. It was weird, but vivid in a dream. You were the only figure I recognized. You were captivating and enchanting. It left an imprint on my mind after I woke up-as odd as it sounds." he looked at me, his eyes were glassy and soft, the emerald green lingered on my gaze.
I found myself overwhelmed with emotions. It turned around in my chest, I was unable to form proper words, "..oh" I said.
Before I realized what was happening, he leaned towards my neck, gently placed a peck on it, and placed some herb medicine on the stinging sensation.
He laid down beside me and pulled me in his warm embrace.I have never felt more comfort than when he stroked my hair.
One thing for sure, I wouldn't toss the best thing that has yet happened to me away.
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I recalled his question, us? Well..
"Yes." I answered with a blank expression
"I bet you were no more than a tool without a soul. Isn't that what you'd say to take away from your accountability and guilt?" he asked
"No, I take full accountability on this decision." I said, without hesitation.
"So you led us on? All of us, me?" His voice became less audible with each syllable.
"That wasn't part of the plan, but it was no more fake than the rest of this world."
"Take this" I gave him a potion, one that stilled his hunger. I wasn't oblivious to his hunger. I had a potion ordered for him under an anonymous name-Sucrose knew why, but she kept quiet. I suppose it was because she respected our u unspoken agreement that I didn't want to see Venti suffer anymore than he had already.
I returned to Kaeya and my other higher-ups. Jean, Eula and.. Varka.
"We have your task for you," Jean said
"Yes?" I looked towards them
"You'll prove your loyalty," Kaeya said. Right, his favour was in the open.
"How?" I was quite confused about how I should do that without an order.
"Kill him." they said.
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I hope my vocabulary in German, which is my native language, will be as good as in English 😭
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