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To Dream of Reality ~ Aether 1 ~

"exhaustion, and affirmations"

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TW: Traveler Aether, i just find it easier to write. Aether is tired AF, feelings of abandonment(i should stop writing at 1am, i just wrote banandonentm) and the Creator being pale(sickly-ghostly pale, not race) as per the usual.

Also, Implied Usage of the Mondstadian Mansion in the Serenitea Pot

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You wonder sometimes, if the Traveler tires of fighting. If his never-ending journey will come to an end, one with all his friends and his sister, in whatever world he considers home...

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"Of course I'll help you." Those words had been uttered too may times already. How many people had he helped, for the sake of helping?

Jobs done for little pay, sleepless nights spent up for weeks on end, fighting and working without rest?

How many nights were spent on others and not himself? How many times had he saved the lives of thousands of people in exchange for a few minutes of information and a pat on the back?

"It's all for Lumine," He had to remind himself.

He was tired.

"Traveler!" "Honorary Knight!" "Golden Nara!" "My name," He said, sad and exhausted. "Is Aether."

His words were whispered into the wind, a gentle sob ringing in the artificial breeze of the Serenitea Pot.

"Aether!"

The language of Teyvat- Teyvanese, he assumed it was called- was a new language for him. Two months was barely enough to hold a decent conversation, but the sound of their voice, pure and untainted with the poison of mortality-

The language of his homeland, the Tongue of the Divine.

Their pale hands wrapped around him and Aether felt the warm breath on his neck.

"How are you?" they asked, touch as gentle as a mother's embrace, as firm as a father's hold.

He didn't want to lie.

"I could be better," he said. "I'm tired."

Their hands left his body, and he could not help but feel a tinge of sorrow.

And yet, the Creator sat down besides him on that balcony, tugging on his braid and letting it come undone.

"Lie on my lap," they whispered, and though it did not feel like a harsh order, he followed.

Despite their touch feeling cool upon contact, a strange warmth filled his body.

"It's alright," they sang. "You've worked hard."

"I can't tell you when your sister will be home, but the people are more than willing to lend their hand- If you're willing to accept."

"But if it's too hard, if you're too scared..."

"That's okay too."

Almost instinctively, his heart seemed to acknowledge the unspoken words.

"If you ever need to cry, I'm always there. Maybe not physically, but my creation is always listening."

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You woke the next day to a slight feeling of sorrow, the same feeling of watching a movie and crying afterwards.

You wanted to comfort somebody, but didn't know who.

Something within you seemed to settle, as you acknowledged that things are alright now...

Now?

Was it ever wrong?

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Maybe you can dream about it tonight.

Or maybe someone else will appear in your dreams...?