Eternity felt even longer when you’re constantly searching for a soulmate you’d never met.

Days felt like years, years felt like a millennia.

Venti knew it was probably stupid— to believe the prophecy a mortal had bestowed onto him. He knew it was stupid to believe the words of what was most likely a con-person. That’s all those mortal ‘fortune tellers’ were anyway.

But…something about it; something about that stupid fate made venti’s mind spin.

‘You will find your soulmate in this lifetime’.

Of course, his ‘lifetime’ was thousands and thousands of years, he was an Archon- a God. Would this supposed soulmate be mortal? Would he have say 80 years of happiness before that is stripped from him for another eternity?

Venti didn’t know why, he doubted even Celestia knew why. Perhaps once he found you he could make you immortal like him— no, that would be cruel. Eternity was cruel, immortality was cruel.

But Venti didn’t want to lose it. He couldn’t lose it- lose the love so proudly promised to him.

When he met you, he knew that prophecy was real. You were everything; funny, smart, gorgeous, Celestia above you were gorgeous. And you liked him- Venti could count on two hands the people who’d ever liked him in his 500 years of life.

Venti didn’t know how he knew, but he just knew you were the one. Sat on that bench by the Statue of Barbatos, humming along to a tune he’d played nearby, half paying attention to him, half to the book in your lap. Hair ruffled by the wind, that soft smile.

Perfection, was the only word for it to Venti.

“Did you enjoy my music?” He asked, poking his tongue out as he approached you, heart stammering violently. “I knew I had to try extra hard with such a lovely Windblume watching me!”