[ and venti laughs. he struggles to do so, his voice leaving him. after all, there's nothing really left of him. that he's more than willing to give into nothingness as long as nehan is there. he can still feel the tears leaking from his face even though there's nothing left for them to drip down or form from.
but as soon as venti lets go of what he thinks is his final breath, he finds that he can take in another. and another. warmth floods his body, the wind seemingly blowing through him and practically billowing into him from the inside out. the fleeting thought of what death might be like is thrown out the window, replaced by a desire to wrap himself around nehan again. loosely. weakly, but still there. physically whole again. ]
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[ and venti laughs. he struggles to do so, his voice leaving him. after all, there's nothing really left of him. that he's more than willing to give into nothingness as long as nehan is there. he can still feel the tears leaking from his face even though there's nothing left for them to drip down or form from.
but as soon as venti lets go of what he thinks is his final breath, he finds that he can take in another. and another. warmth floods his body, the wind seemingly blowing through him and practically billowing into him from the inside out. the fleeting thought of what death might be like is thrown out the window, replaced by a desire to wrap himself around nehan again. loosely. weakly, but still there. physically whole again. ]
... we're alive...