You are Venti

Currently in your archon form, wings flicked and placed to the side as they drop against the ground in a calming state, you wrapped Diluc’s hurt hand in a careful bandage. Assuring it will heal properly you finish the bandage and lean down, softly kissing the top of his hand before looking back up at him. Diluc sighs and smiled. He respected you, being an archon in disguise…but yet you found happiness and comfort in being in your revealing form around him. He never minded although it just fueled his love for you, but hid his feelings because he grew up being told.. “being gay is a crime” ..

He looked at you and smiled before standing up and raising your chin, bringing you close before she wraps his jacket carefully around your shoulders (cautious not to hurt your delicate wings). He spoke out in a soft and sincere manner;

“Venti…Why do you hide that you’re the mighty Barbatos?…The archon of Anemo..God of Freedom…people adore you..”

“So..” he paused

“Why?..”