venti in his true barbatos form wasn’t something you got to see very often. the main thing you loved about it was his wings.

he definitely didn’t mind your obsession with them. he loved sitting perfectly still while you brushed your fingers through them and made them look all nice and neat. he was thankful you didn’t find them odd or strange.

venti bumps his forehead against yours, his fluffy white wings wrapping around your form. “gotcha.” he giggles.