[open] if you wanna run away with me, i know a galaxy

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Who: Venti & You!
Which: Open Log!
Where: Reverein, The Wild Harvest, outskits of the town
What: Open prompts for the month of May with Venti! Hunting for mirror shards, drinking on the job and sleeping outside.
Warnings: tba


[a. dream board: fae moon mirror]

[Venti usually isn't one for working hard. He's much better at hardly working. Yet, with the moon gone from the sky for as long as it has been Venti can't help but be curious about the happenings around it. What exactly happened to make the moon vanish and how were they simply going to build another one?

That is why Venti is up for hunting down the shattered shards of the moon mirror. They seem to have scattered all over the town and outside of it too so there are a fair amount of places to be checking. Venti stands with a finger to his chin as he ponders this.]

If the mirror indeed reflects light like the moon might we could find shards near bodies of water. Or we might find a flicker of them in the dark. Ehe! Shall we work together?

[b. the wild harvest]

[This little bard has visited many taverns in his long life. And visiting the ones in this place is no exception. Once he finds just the right moment Venti will sneak his way into the back of the Wild Harvest with quiet little feet. Sneaking and scooting his way in and sniffing the air for anything that is remotely sweet and wine-like.

Because he's going to steal some- of course! He has nothing to offer in return for the wine nor does he have any gold coins to give!

If he's caught? He'll do his best to act a fool...]

[c. outside in the trees]

[A nice breezy Spring day calls for a nice breezy day up in a tall tree. Venti can also be found outside enjoying the simple weather with his back up against the trunk of the tree and an old wooden lyre in his hands. His fingers gently pluck together a sweet sleepy tune as he hums a wordless song...

If he spots anyone curious nearby he'll smile and play for them or strike up a conversation. And anyone is welcome to join him up in this tree if they so wish! It's very comfy up here!]

Ya-hooo! Happy afternoon to you!

[d. wildcard]

[got something else? feel free to toss it down here! or catch me at michrure for some plotting!]

Comments

[inspiteful]

Oh, I, well...

[ ...For some reason, he's quite flustered at the idea? ]

Not...really.

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[Venti smiles.]

Have yet to fall in love, is it?

[He's just teasing!]

[inspiteful]

[ WHY IS HE BEING ASKED THIS?

Actually no, he knows why, by virtue of having had older sisters at the very least, but it doesn't stop the kneejerk bristling as he senses the teasing. ]

What does it matter!

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Love is exceptionally easier to write about when you've been in love yourself!

[He starts giggling, his smile bright and a little mischievous.]

Nothing of the sort then? Not even an inkling yet? Or is there another story behind that?

[inspiteful]

[ Oh no.

This is exactly the kind of trap he should have tried to avoid! ]

N-nothing of the sort! [ Godsdamnit that stutter doesn't make him sound convincing. Compose yourself, Skylark! ]

This is just being nosy now...

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[Venti doesn't look very convinced but he smiles sweetly all the same.]

Well, it's part of a bard's job to find out about such little things. There's no harm, is there?

[Now now, fess up.]

Tell me of all your heart's journeys. Do you wish to fall in love? Has someone caught the apple of your eye?

[inspiteful]

I feel like if I tell you, you're gonna end up teasing me.

[ He's just gonna be blunt here. Trying to be polite about it wouldn't help him, he feels.

...And in any case, he isn't really sure if he "wants" to fall in love, when sometimes it seemed that romance (or the notion of it, rather?) only brought a lot of trouble, one way or another. ]

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What? Me? Tease you? Why ever would I do something like that?! Love is a serious matter!

[No- that's a flat-out lie. He would absolutely tease someone. Quite ruthlessly, actually.]

Love is a very complicated thing. It can be as gentle as it is painful no matter how careful we are. Yet, we can fall into it when we least expect it too.

[inspiteful]

Let's just call it intuition. [ Read: keenly honed senses for bullying thanks to having so many older people in his life.

But he does seem to mull over what Venti said for a moment. Right, love is complicated, if 14 years of being raised by courtesans have taught him anything. And he'd never want to cheapen or deride the love and care he's been shown by many people in his life, so he can't say all love is troublesome. That'd be too immature of him.

Romantic love seems like a pain in the ass though, in his observation. He doesn't know if it's really okay (or accurate or appropriate or fitting) for him to call some of the things he knows of that kind of "love", but at the very least there was affection, attraction (he guesses?) and a sense of connection, even if it might have been fabricated to some degree. But maybe that's why calling it "love" might be an insult to the whole concept of romance?

So, finally, he says: ]

It mostly just sounds bothersome, I guess?

[concierto]

[Oh- come on, he's not a bully!

The boy seems to be thinking deeply about what Venti has presented him with so Venti will let himself listen patiently. Slowly plucking the strings on his lyre to a gentle little diddle with no particular course or reason.]

It might be.

[He agrees with a small tilt of his head.]

While you're still very young, you might find that the trouble is worth it. There's never any rush, though.

[He'll stop his teasing! See? No bully!]

But if you ever do find something, I'd love to write you a song on it.