[ Zhongli pauses at the words - he has not been to Snezhnaya for many many years, and as such the language is rusty in his mind. Surely he didn't hear Childe correctly as occupied with his own ministrations as he is.
And unfortunately, the letters that Zhongli is writing into his skin are from an ancient ballad - characters probably only understood by the most prominent of Liyue poets. But as Zhongli's hands slips underneath the hem of Childe's shirt to touch the skin directly, the characters for 'Rex Lapis' might be distinguishable from the rest.
When Childe is careful laid down among the pillows, that leaves his free hand to start tugging at the collar of his shirt to bear his neck from whatever scarf or other accessory the Harbinger usually has around his neck. ]
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And unfortunately, the letters that Zhongli is writing into his skin are from an ancient ballad - characters probably only understood by the most prominent of Liyue poets. But as Zhongli's hands slips underneath the hem of Childe's shirt to touch the skin directly, the characters for 'Rex Lapis' might be distinguishable from the rest.
When Childe is careful laid down among the pillows, that leaves his free hand to start tugging at the collar of his shirt to bear his neck from whatever scarf or other accessory the Harbinger usually has around his neck. ]
How sensitive you are like this.