* 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐂 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃 .

                                  𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐲.

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Senpai wants to share wine? Through mouth to mouth… contact…

@orderguide​  || REQUESTED A STARTER ~

        Death was a part of life, it was a great part of war as well. It was, after all, unheard of to hear stories of war that did not include the slaughter of innocents by the millions. Soldiers falling for the sake of their respective kingdoms, but Pei Ming also wasn’t a fool. Most of those soldiers who fell who fast were just unlucky, poor boys living in the smaller, more run down villages and given a sword without being taught how to use it. 

      Wars were expensive, training good soldiers was expensive and thus, more often than not those randomly chosen or pulled from their simple lives were always the first to go. Thousands of lives who died so meaninglessly, and they told their families it was with honor. Whatever helped them sleep at night and put their mourning hearts at ease. 

      Pei Ming refused to follow such a cycle, any new recruit was trained and prepared for the bloodied battle field. He refused to put a sword in a man’s hand and send him off to battle without knowing how to use it. He would ensure they did in fact died for honor and purpose.

    The general had noticed the man lingering more and more around those who mourned those fallen soldiers and he brings himself to finally approach. ‘ I’ve seen you lingering around you for quite some time now, do you live in this area?’ he asks, before showing his respects to the dead. 

𝐈𝐍  𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓  ,  𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃  𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒  𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒      the man in brown robes speak to these people  ——  hands absent of the fan he usually carried  .  He struck a peculiar figure  :  tall  ,  enigmatic  ,  yet opening his heart enough to let these people air their grievances or have another shoulder to cry on  .  (  No one should mourn in solitude  ,  he believes  .  It was gut - wrenching to be someone whose tears are unable to reach  /  move even the hardest of souls  .  )  His long ponytail swayed slightly as he moved about  ——  the sound of his own footsteps drowned out by the noise of bodies being carried off elsewhere  ,  superiors barking out orders to their subordinates  ,  &  the dread that hung heavy in the air after a long  ,  bloody  &  hard - fought battle  .

For a mere cultivator to be unbothered by it was either due to  1)  a disconnect from the mortal world  ,  or  2)  something happened  .  The latter was the correct answer  ,  but most of the time he let people believe what they think  .  It aided in living comfortably as Zhongli  ,  after all  .  What he does not tolerate was outright slander  .

      A vague  ,  polite albeit small smile found its way onto his stone - like features  ,  as if it were carved from the very bedrock that dotted Liyue’s landscape  .      “   I am from the east  ,  actually  ,  from  Liyue  .   “      His voice was smooth  &  easily rolled off the tongue  ,  fading when he turns his head downwards to notice someone  &  step aside to let them pass  ——  observing them fade into the large crowd  .

@gggno​  :   venti's reading while leaning against zhongli. he reaches for the bowl of fruit in front of them, picks a grape and puts it in his mouth. then, he picks another, and feeds it to zhongli without looking. just gonna press that fruit against where zhongli's mouth should be. ↳  unprompted  /  always  accepting  .

𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫  𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞  𝐡𝐞  𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝  𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧  ,      zhongli had more opportunity to wander  .  hu tao encouraged it  ,  much to his surprise  ,  citing  :  ‘  people his age should get out some more  .  ‘  the real reason why he has traveled to mondstadt  &  was currently sitting at a table outside of angel’s share was at the insistence of a certain bard at his side  ,  who purposefully pulled his chair so it was snug against his left side as he pulled out a book in one hand  &  a glass of wine in the other  ——  comfortable  .

it was a pleasant  ,  unspoken comfort  .

amber - golden gaze looks over venti’s shoulder as he reads  ,  a naturally curious expression worn on a calm visage  ——  genuinely interested in the story his companion was entranced in  .  and we can write so much more together  ,  he thinks to himself  .  his mouth open as if he planned to say this  ,  but the words die on his lips when he felt the grape against them  .  this was normal for these old men  .

“ zhongli, zhongli… ” venti hums in a singsong voice, feeling the name on his tongue as though trying it on. then, deciding he likes how it sounds, the bard breaks into a grin. “ write it down for me, if you will? to think of it, i do miss your calligraphy skills. ”

refilling his cup for another drink, venti’s composure is the exact opposite of zhongli’s — spine leaning forward lazily, head tipped to the side and propped on an arm. if there is one thing he mastered, it is the ability to relax in any environment with no care for respectability.

“ my, oh my! an esteemed consultant you are! ” he guffaws at the twist of zhongli’s words. the perpetual busy morax with too much time on his hands? this needs to be written into a song! then, he straightens himself and places a hand on his chest as he starts boasting, “ what of me, exactly? a popular poet, a beautiful bard, a magical musician — focused on my craft, not letting mora distract me. ” 

he breaks the act on a soft ehe and relishes in a long sip a wine. “ no, really. i have no mora, ” he winks at zhongli as if that’s something to wink about.

𝐀𝐇  ,  𝐇𝐄  𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃  𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄  𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃  𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒  .      that venti would visit such an establishment without the one thing extremely important  :  mora  .  although this was a reuinion between them  ,  certain behaviors venti had years ago did not change much  ——  if at all  .  in a way  ,  it gave him a sort of comfort  .  some people become profoundly different to the point one was unable to recognize them  . 

                                                     fortunately  ,  venti was not like that  .

“   perhaps i will indulge you on that  ,   “      zhongli says  ——  fingers lacing with one another  &  resting on his stomach  .   “   a bard is a fitting occupation  ,   “      he says lightly  ——  reaching over to take his tea cup in hand  &  sip at it  ,      “   however would you not of considered bringing mora to this  ——   “

Animal:    birds  .

Flowers:   glaze  lillies  .

Scent:     polished  leather  +  incense  smoke  .

Coffee:      milk  in  place  of  creamer  .

Tea:          plain  with  minimal  sugar  .

Drink:       mixing  coffee  into  tea  &  vice - versa  .

Alcoholic Beverage:     osmanthus  wine  .

Food:     congee  w/  spring  onion  as  garnish  .

Dessert:     candied  fruit  on  a  stick  .

Article of Clothing:    leather  gloves  .

Candy:     cube - shaped  caramels  .

Left or Right Handed?:     ambidextrous  .

Sloppy or Neat Writing?:   neat  .

Clean or Messy Home?:    clean  .

Shower in Morning or Night?:     night  .

Tasks Done Early or Last Minute?:    early  .

Love Language?:     acts  of  service  /  physical  touches  .

Believe in Love at First Sight?:    of  course  .

   when the obvious has been stated, kaeya smiles again; this time, it reaches the diamond, igniting it with a twinkle of light.

   ‘ in my defense, ‘ he starts, not devoid of mischievousness, ‘ you are always in liyue harbor, and i am always stationed in the city of freedom. not many chances to meet, aside from today. and i would have warned you, ‘ he sounds the littlest bit apologetical now, ‘ but i wanted our first meeting to take us both by surprise, with nothing scripted. ‘ he hopes that it worked. taking someone by surprise can reveal a lot about their character, about the stoic, cursed man sitting in front of him.

   he cups hig mug of warm tea, a splash of rum inside, with both hands, letting the warmth seep into gloved digits. there’s so many things he would like to say to the man, so many actions, so many paths he could take. the diamond dulls, but lifts to meet amber anyway. 

   ‘ i have been told about what you did – no, rather… i saw it with my own eyes, ‘ he starts, cautious but gentle. the bumbling of the tavern covers his words for other’s ears to try and eavesdrop, thankfully.

   ‘ there are not enough words for me to muster to both apologize and thank you. for… ‘ a sigh. ‘ among all the archons, even the most loving ones, you’re the one who stopped. they spoke of you as a savage, blood costantly tinting at your cape, but you saw us. you did, didn’t you? ‘ a pause. his tea is getting cold. ‘ you saw our misery, and helped us. and the price you paid… ‘

   he wants to touch the other man, the cursed one, the gentle, kind giant who turned his back on the gods, who helped fix unjustness. the price he had to pay was immense. digits curl over palm, and he heaves a soft sigh, energy quelled and mind clear. it’s been a while since he felt so relaxed.

   ‘ anything that you may need from me, i will provide to the best of my abilities, ‘ he opts to say, swalowing the lump in his throat. the commotion is great for him, to meet another selfless being that sacrificed his life to their civilization. 

   ‘ and… i promise i will be a good ruler, once the time comes. i promise. ‘

𝐙𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈  𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐇𝐄  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐓𝐎      sit  &  endure hearing this  ——  an agonizing reminder of the anguish he endured  ,  all because he knew right from wrong  &  suffered for it  .  he leans forward slightly  &  takes a sip of tea  ,  exhaling deeply  &  closing his eyes for a moment  .  a second becomes a minute  ,  then ten  ,  until he became self - aware  &  opens his eyes again  .  luminous  ,  empty amber examining the prince before him as he spoke for the both of them  .

      “   i stay in liyue because i am still bound to protect my people  ,   “      he states plainly  ,      “   &  the reality that my actions also had consequences on them  .  if the heavens launch an invasion  ,  the city will be vulnerable without my power  .   “

a twitch of the eye  ,  the only sign that the pain he was experiencing is ongoing  .  no relief for over 500 years  ,  &  all he could do was endure it  .

winks @orderguide​

Hands faltering from where they hovered towards broadened shoulders ― like mere boulders that were chiseled away over time, left to hardened over the years ― her hands resting atop of them, left to linger for a moment before clasping behind her back. She paid no mind to his taut response, mild in tone ― for Guizhong has long since been used to the gruff way Morax spoke ― ill-mannered even, as when they had first crossed paths. Yet, just as she had done back then, a smile of warmth and compassion tugged at her lips; those same lips which would sing lullabies of ol’ towards the glaze lilies that she adored ever so. “ Was that a lucky guess? ” Greatly pleased that the God of Contracts was staying within a singular place as such; the core to her soul quivered ― elated, that he had taken to her advice. The sight itself was compelling to observe: a rarity to witness that made Guizhong desperately wish that one such day … it would be the opposite. Downcast eyes following his: towards the vacant area next to him, and she pointed in the direction of the location as a lighthearted question filled the emptiness between the two. “ May I take a seat there? ” Her eyes gleaming pure innocence amidst the moment. Soon, a fit of laughter broke out; melodies of her voice rang out like a silvery choir. The question laid out before her was spoken in earnest, yet the unanticipated inquiry left her in such a state. Slowly, Guizhong sat herself at the side of Morax ― her lungs soon finding peace as the giggling eventually subsided. “ I quite adore them, in actuality. Did you not find them rather recherché? ” Earning herself better access of the anterior view, she halted ― astonished upon seen him weave together something so delicate; those hands that would stain themselves in the blood of enemies … now intricately moving as dainty leaves were grasped between fingers. Bemused, her body leaned in towards his: thoroughly entranced and filled with child-like wonderment that he could be so gentle … “ What is this? I did not know you had an aptitude for artistic potential! ”

𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐗  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓  𝐓𝐎  𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐃  .      lips open  &  words immediately form via his thoughts  ,  but were swiftly dispelled when her laughter graced his ears  .  (  always  ,  without fail  ,  the warrior god thrown off by guizhong’s vocals  .  each syllable a tune  ,  every sentence a song that curled around his soul  &  held his heart of stone in a vice grip  ——  softening it  .  he idly wonders when the wind will forever carry her voice in its dance  ,  allowing all of liyue to listen  .  yet another part of him does not want anyone else other than himself to hear it  .  he squashes down these thoughts  .  she does not think of him the same  ,  he believes  .  )  his tail moves to allow her unobstructed space  ,  the tip resting on the unoccupied side  ——  thumping softly several times  .  an indication that he loved her presence  .

“   somewhat  ,  if only they cease repeating things i have already heard  .   “      but with the lord of dust  ,  the god of contracts would gladly sit  &  hear her hymns over  &  over again  .  the inquiry about what he was making drew his amber eyes upward  ,  staring into the goddess’s own pair  ,  then back down at the colorful leaves in his hands  .      “   truth be told  ,  i have no design in mind  .  i am  ‘  following my heart  ,  ‘  as the saying goes  .   “      morax hums  ,  sets the leaves down in his hands  .

then  ,  he turns to face her  .