Where Every Scroll is a New Adventure
warnings : a bit of self blame (??), not proof-read, not much to warn but just a tiny bit of angst but the rest is fluf, also ooc venti i think
you sighed laying down on the grass with half-lidded, tired eyes.
"im so tired." venti blinks down at you and grabs your hand, coaxing you to place your head on his legs, and you did as he told.
"you can sleep for a while, singing is tiring after all." he beamed, softly gripping your hand and playing with your hair. you opened your eyes, looking at him deep in the eyes. you didnt notice it, but venti surely did.
"w-wait hey, why are you crying? you dont have to sleep if you dont want to." the furrow in his brows express his worries, and you just chuckled as venti wipes away your tears.
"how are you so nice to someone like me? someone who you just met hours ago, and someone who has no will to live. you're a treasure, venti. thank you for approaching me." venti's hand stilled, and his face bloomed red. your eyes widened a fraction and you howled a laugh as he stammered to let out words.
"h-hey dont laugh at me!"
"you're that easy to fluster?? HAHAHAHHA oh my god you really are a treasure." his hid his face in his hands as the wind carries your laughs.
"ughhh shut up!"