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Written for a Journey's Rest, a Genshin Self-Care Zine.
Old and quiet, He drinks his tea. Morax walks about the harbor, hands tucked behind his back, Shopkeepers stand around, arms full of items to hack. âGood job,â says one, âGo and call it a day.â Morax mills about as he thinks and he weighs A foreign-like idea, seemingly fresh and new, Crinkling the corners of his brain as it starts to woo, âMy duties,â he thinks, chin upon his hand, âAre they done? Have they finished? Is this it for my land?â Morax watches the bustling Harbor, and the people all aroundâ And then he laughs.
A once god, retired, His humans rise beyond. Zhongli sits in his quaint apartment with a warm mug of tea. He watches his home rebuild, and the quiet subtleties, Of what makes humans tick, and gives them their drive, Zhongli wonders from henceforth what should he for strive. So close, and yet so far, just toeing the edge of the line Whilst he waits for some answers and his stars to realign. The mortal equation is a tricky, and distracting thing: But Zhongli, for one, just cannot wait to see what the future brings. His morning is quiet, fingers curled around his mugâ It is nice.
A Harbinger, a Cook, His boss, the Undertaker. Zhongli delights in his friends and the company they share, The days spent with them are the best kind of self-care. With Childe, itâs the markets for money is his whim And with his purse in hand, heâll never have to skim. Xiangling and her smile, and her trusty wokâs bright blaze, Food of all his wildest dreams that never fails to amaze. Then, that darned child who works him to the bone: Hu Tao with her coupons and deals that only make him groan. Zhongliâs days are packed, full with kindly charmâ He is never bored.
He walks on tired feet, Toes digging into the sand. Zhongli enjoys a nice day out upon on a lengthy stroll, As he walks across the sandy strip of the Yaoguang Shoal, He dreams of the ocean and the ever drifting tide, And ponders his new life as he takes it all in stride. Later, at the base of Mt. Hulao which rises up so tall, And at its feet, shimmering flora that spreads about in a sprawl. He thinks of his old friend Retuo, who lays beneath a tree, And the Erosion that tugs at his bones, for even Gods are never free. Zhongli likes it, the creaks and crackles of his jointsâ He feels alive.A mountain and a table, Meant for more than one. Zhongli sets about to brew tea in the heart of Jueyun Karst, Which, frankly, to anyone else would seem an act thatâs farced. The water; perfectly heated to quite a near-hot boil, A pinch of leaves to sit and steep, a wait thatâs worth the toil. And so he sits in his memories of old, a reminder of what he was, He thinks of his days, now subtle and warm, and how all he ever does, Is delight in the joy of others, and watch as the Harbor glows, His retirement has surely proven to be quite the handsome show. Zhongliâs cup is warm in his hands as he takes a sipâ Then, he smiles.
Those little moments Are now his future What a wonderful thing.
They hold hands, and it's soft.
--
Her hands are soft, even if she doesnât think of them as such.Â
Long, thin fingers. A narrow palm and the barest slip of a wrist bone. The rest Dunyarzad keeps bandaged away from prying eyes who stare a little too long.Â
She pulls at them nervously. The bandages. Uncalloused fingertips slip between layers of cotton, fiddling with them. Too soft to have known any true sort of work, most would think, but Dehya is not stupid.Â
Dunyarzadâs scars are found not on her skin, but rather, her heart, which is thicker-skinned than even Dehyaâs mercenary-worn hands. Dehya cannot imagine. Her struggles are simpler, easier to handle. Dunyarzad cannot run from hers and they linger about in scaled patches that serve as a constant reminder.Â
Dehya watches as she picks at them, brow furrowed with every dig of Dunyarzadâs fingers into her soft skin. Nails leave behind pink crescents, but no bruises. Never bruises, because how would that look on such a proper young lady?
Eyes are always watching and Dunyarzad watches right back, calculating in the way that she observes. Even Dehya doesnât escape her shrewd gaze.
âMy Guardian Knight,â she always calls her, mouth curling around the title. At first, it was a joke, a silly little phrase meant to annoy Dehya. And it did, in the beginning. Dehya was saddled with babysitting instead of knocking skulls together.Â
But as time eased on, Dunyarzad started saying it a little differently.Â
Today she says it softly, affectionately. Dunyarzad wears a warm smile and, for a moment, she forgets about those bandages, and the hardened scales that they hide. She is relaxed, happy even when Dehya leans closer, eager for even the barest scrap of her time.Â
âYeah,â she says, âIâm here.â Dehya holds out her hand expectantly. A bold choice, something new as of late.Â
Dunyarzadâs gaze tips down and stares at her palm. When she places her hand into it there is no hesitation, only a soft breath that she looses, and the way that her fingers wrap around Dehyaâs palm loosely.Â
âDehya,â she says, using her name, her real name, her proper name, hushed as though she wants no one else to know. âWalk with me?â
Always, she thinks. Anything for her, this slip of a girl who just wants a moment of something more.Â
Dehya wants to give it to her, so she follows.
Diluc gives Kaeya an unexpected gift for his birthday.
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The clink of a glass as itâs slammed down onto the bar. Aggressiveâenough so that others might worry about something shatteringâbut all Kaeya does is raise an eyebrow.Â
He leans back in the hard-backed bar chair legs kicked up and boots resting on the table. âOff,â snarls Diluc, lips curled into a nasty scowl.Â
Kaeya smirks, throwing his arms behind his head in an exaggerated stretch. Makes no move to drop his feet, far too intent on needling Diluc as much as he possibly can. He normally isnât in the bar at the same time. The moment Kaeya steps in, Diluc sneaks out the back, too awkward to even share a quick glance.
But tonight, heâs stuck around. Suspicious. Kaeya watches him through a narrow-eyed gaze, thumbing his chin as he chills in his chair.Â
âOff,â repeats Diluc, this time nudging at his ankles.Â
âYouâre no fun.â
âIt isnât about fun, itâs aboutââ Diluc cuts off his own biting tongue. He rubs at his face, sighing, and then through gritted teeth continues with, âRemove them. Please.â
Oh, thatâs a red flag. Diluc does not ask nicely. He doesnât say please, least of all to him. âWhatâs wrong?â asks Kaeya, mostly concerned. A smidge amused. Entirely wary.Â
Diluc snorts. âNothing. Iâmânothing.â
Kaeya gives him a once over, eye washing from Dilucâs head to toe. âWell, you donât look sickââ
âIâm not sick.â
âYou said please.â
âI have manners.â
Kaeya snorts this time. âYou do not.â Diluc has the propriety of an old dog whoâs been kicked a few too many times, more likely to snap at fingers than trust a man. He does not do polite, he does rude glares and grudging respect once a person has proven themselves a handful of times.Â
âAnd you do?âÂ
Kaeya expects more bite to that but it comes out seemingly amusedâenough so that for just a moment, itâs like theyâre kids again, pushing and pulling at each other. Nothing but skinned knees and bruised elbows as they tumble across the ground, wrestling as boys do to get out those frustrations. Cut lips and scratches on the face. Teasing and tittering as harmless names are thrown around.
As adults, they just trade snide insults, harsh words laced with poison, and, frankly, Diluc should be happy that Kaeya isnât about to slip him something thatâll knock him right out. Heâs done worse on less whim.Â
âCertainly more manners than you,â drawls Kaeya. He reaches over and takes the wine glass, swirling the liquid gently before sniffing. Earthy. Tones of chocolate and berries. Sharp and tangy, more tart than bitter. A favorite in Kaeyaâs book.
And another red flag.Â
âYouâre up to something,â he finishes, saluting Diluc with his glass in a mock toast before taking a sip. The flavor that bursts on his tongue is definitely a red blend that speaks to Kaeyaâs palate.
âIâm notââ
âWow, so annoyed.â Kaeya rolls his eyes dramatically, waving his hand. âNo need to be testy. Weâre all friends here, even if you pretend to not be.â
âItâs your birthday,â snaps Diluc.Â
Oh. Kaeya blinks, momentarily stunned. It isnât that he forgot, itâs just that heâs so conditioned to swallow down the things that make him twitch. Birthdays are fun things spent with families and considering heâs lacking one, heâd rather just not think about it at all.Â
But Diluc does. Despite all the nonsense and vitriol that lays thick between them, heâs gone out of his way to give a good gift of alcohol, at least. And noâit isnât exactly what Kaeya would want. He misses the old days where they were as thick as thieves and did everything together, butâ
âThanks,â he says after a long moment. âYou didnât have to.â
âOf course, I didnât. I donât have to give you the time of day, and yet, I find myself here, entertaining your drunkââ
âIâm not drunk.â A pause, another swirl of his glass, and a sip of the wine. âYet.â Diluc looks none too impressed, a scowl pulled so tight across his face that he resembles his father. âDonât give me that look.â He hates it, hates it.
Diluc pinches the bridge of his nose. Takes a deep breath, no doubt counting to three, an old trick he used to do when they were bumbling kids. âI donât have time for your games. Do as you wish. Iâve given you a present. As far as Iâm concerned, any expected familial courtesy is done.â
Kaeya reaches out and grabs Dilucâs jacket sleeve without thinking. âWait,â he says, quiet-like and hesitant.Â
Diluc does. He stands there stiffly, awkwardly, as if heâs about to run off. But he stays. And then he sits, dropping into the chair opposite, arms crossed over his chest. Kaeya nearly laughs at his cross expression, the way that Dilucâs lips purse as if heâs swallowed a lemon.Â
âYou donât have to stay.â
âNo, I donât have to.â
âWell, donât force yourself,â says Kaeya, ruefully.
Dilucâs expression shifts, softening. Most wouldnât notice, just a twitch of his mouth. But itâs there. âThere are worse things I can be forced to do.â
A small peace offering. Kaeya laughs, throwing him a grin that Diluc will find entirely insufferable.
But, he stays, and thatâs probably the best birthday present heâs received in years.Â
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Hu Tao needs to file her taxes and Yanfei offers to help. For a price, of course.
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It takes forever to corner her.Â
Hu Tao is slippery; easy to find when she isnât wanted around and impossible to track down when one actually needs her. And if thereâs someone dead around? Even better because sheâll find you instead, offering her services with a wink, a well-punned pitch, and her business card.Â
Yanfei taps her foot impatiently, the rhythm she strikes against the ground like a heartbeat. âYou canât avoid me forever,â she says a little too loud, drawing the eyes of those passing by. She knows that Hu Tao is there, though. Yanfei can practically taste it.
âWho, I, Hu Tao? Avoiding you?â Bingo. Yanfei turns to her right and finds Hu Tao grinning back, amused.Â
âThere are legal forms for you to fill,â starts Yanfei, already shifting through her bag. âTheyâve been past for nearly a monthââ
âI do believe that I told Mr. Zhongli to submit those,â replies Hu Tao, bouncing on the balls of her feet. Her tone then takes a dry tone. âWhat else am I paying him for? Itâs not as though he preparesââ
âThatâs quite enough of that. I donât need the grisly details of whatâs done to yourâŚâ A pause as Yanfei wrinkles her nose. âClients.â Another pause. âAnd donât blame Mr. Zhongli! Itâs your paperwork, not hisââÂ
Hu Tao rolls her eyes in a dramatic flourish, acting as though legalese is the bane of her existence.
Which it is. And Yanfei gets itâtruly she does. Hu Tao runs a tight ship and her business is one of the most legitimate around. Thereâll always be dead to lay to rest and thereâll always be people who need that comfort. Yanfei would be terrible at it.
But, it isnât an excuse to skirt around the bylaws, no matter how enterprising Hu Tao might think it. Hu Tao knows these laws as well as her. Yanfei finally turns to address her again only to find Hu Tao thirty paces down the road, having snuck off without a peep.Â
Yanfei is quick to follow, her book slapping against her hip as she hurries after. âHu Tao!â
To her surprise, Hu Tao listens, stopping dead and pivoting on her heels. âSo, itâs like this,â she says, meeting Yanfeiâs face with a mischievous smirk. âThe Parlorâs just been so busy that I kinda forgot. And it isnât that I donât want to fill them out, I justââ
âThey are tax forms,â cuts in Yanfei. âNo one wants to file those but they still do.â
Hu Tao huffs, arms cross over her puffed chest. âI pride myself in following the law, Iâll have you know!â Then, she thumbs her chin in thought. âActually, that reminds me. I have some questions that you might be able to answer. Thereâs this clientâsomething about their brother adventuring. They refuse to think about my two-for-one deal even if itâd be goodââ
âThat would be a flat rate of six thousand Mora.â Yanfeiâs smile is a little too sweet to be genuinely nice.
âOh, youâre no fun.â Hu Taoâs cheeks puff as she pouts, making her look like a chipmunk.
âNo one works for free, least of all you. You usually file your taxesââ
âI swear to you, itâs on my listâitâs just that itâs a long list. A long, long list of important things to do and Mr. Zhongli, bless his strangely old-fashioned soul, has been weirdly distracted lately.â
Yanfei blinks. âMr. Zhongli is usually distracted.â Heâs the most distracted man that she knows, head in the clouds, feet barely on the ground. Yanfeiâs wondered before how he has never walked right off a cliff, heâs so dense at times.
âMore so than usual, then,â says Hu Tao.
Yanfei believes it. Liyue Harbor is still rebuilding in the aftermath of the resurrection of Osialâpart of the reason the Wansheng Funeral Parlor has been so very busy. Itâs a good time to be in the business of death, morbid as it may be.
âMiss Hu Tao,â says Yanfei gently, âjust be honest. You arenât in trouble. I just need the paperwork sooner than later. And I certainly donât want to be the one to have to temporarily close the Parlor down because your operating license has been temporarily suspended.â
âAiyahââ Which is usually an exclamation, but here, Hu Tao sighs it, seemingly aggrieved. âSo, itâs kinda dumb.â
âI promise you that it canât be worse than anything Iâve seen and heard before.â Yanfeiâs seen some weird stuff in her long life as legal counsel, some things so bad that sheâs blocked them from her mind entirely. In one ear, right out the other.
Until sheâs reminded of them, of course.
âAm I crazy, are the formsâŚyou knowâdifferent.â
âDifferent?â
âFunky.â Hu Tao waves a hand vaguely. âOff, I guess. The numbers came out all wrong. And Morax above, I certainly didnât let Mr. Zhongli run those because he doesnât know a Mora from a rock. My mathâs certainly sound.â
Yanfei taps her chin. âIâm still looking over the new tac addendums that the Qixing passed. Someone has to pay for the Jade Chamber, as you well know. I wasnât aware that it might affect business seeing that they are primarily private taxes for citizens.â
Hu Tao grunts. âWell, it seems like it did. Iâve been crunching the numbers again to double-check.â
Yanfei pats the book at her side with care. âI wonder,â she says as she thinks, pages and references numbers, and law codes coming to mind.
âWondering is never a good thing when it comes to you.â Hu Tao regards her suspiciously.Â
Yanfei turns back to her, a new idea burning a hole in her pocket. âWhy donât we do the forms together?â
Hu Tao blinks and then screeches. âEhhhh?â
Yanfei winces at the piercing yell that cuts through the air. âItâd be a win-win,â she says, rubbing gently at her forehead. âI help you and you help me. We can do it while sharing a nice lunch. Iâm dying to know whatâs on Xianglingâs menu today.â
Hu Tao hums as she thinks, licking her parched lips as she watches Yanfeiâs face for any twitch of dishonesty. Yanfei tries to not be offended. As if Iâd lie.
Not that she doesnât craft deals to benefit her, of course. Thatâs just the cost of business. âI swear,â says Yanfei, âno tricks up my sleeve. Only solid legal advice.â
âMight as well. Mr. Zhongli is useless when it comes to this sort of thing. Howâs he lived so long? Like, how do you become an adult without knowing the most basic of things?â Hu Tao sighs in exasperation.
Yanfei knows, of course, her mouth curled into a smirk. âYou hired him, which means you can fire him.â
Hu Tao doesnât immediately answer, shooting Yanfei a rather annoyed look. âHe makes good tea,â she says.Â
Yanfei thinks that is a terrible reason for putting up with a subpar employee. She rolls her eyes, foot tapping against the ground, that earlier impatience making its rounds again. âLook, do you want my help or not?â
âI, Hu Tao of the Wansheng Funeral Parlor, happily accept the bargain.â They shake hands, the deal made, and turn for Wanmin Restaurant.Â
It isnât until theyâre settled into a table there that Yanfei generously quotes a total sum for her impending legal fees.
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Cyno visits Gandharva Ville on his day off, pretending that Tighnari isn't the reason.
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A smooth breeze floats through Gandharva Ville, rustling leaves, caressing sunburnt skin, and soothing overactive minds that are just begging for rest.
Cyno is many thingsâa scholar, the General Mahamatra, terrible joke makerâbut it is here in the Avidya forest where he feels most out of his depth, uncertainty tugging him under. It is strange. He is confident above all and knows that his skills are more than a cut above the rest, they are pristine.
He shuffles his feet, skin itching with awkwardness. âA day off,â he tells himself as he sets down the path. The clear-cut, dusty trail is flanked by trees and the occasional Forest Watcher who gives him a stiff salute. Cyno sighs. He hasnât even said anything and they walk about him as though they stand on eggshells.
Perhaps if they take a step, the ground will crunch underneath their sandals, not unlike those imaginary shells that drag a grunt from his throat. He is here to rest, not to think of hypotheticals. That is for the likes ofâ
âCyno!â Colleiâs voice pulls him from his thoughts, and Cyno turns to her instinctually. She stands there, stiff, but with a kind smile on her face.Â
He greets her with a gentle nod of his head. âCollei.â He knows she is waryânot because she is scared, but rather the sight of him scrounges up bittersweet memories. His presence poisons her and not for the first time, Cyno thinks of her as a girl that is strong beyond her years.