[ Zhongli holds his arms out, slowly spinning once in place so he can take in the full view of the kimono in all of its glory.
Soft, light and matching him perfectly.
As if Childe would provide anything less than the best for him. ]
You always bring me gifts. Ensure that I feel adored.
But this time might I show a token of my adoration.
[ And he wraps his arms around Childe's neck, fine silk of his kimono sleeves brushing against Childe's back. He raises himself on the balls of his feet so he can enjoy a little bit of height advantage - an inch at best.
Fingers (and arms now glowing pale gold up to his shoulders) glow softly in the rain.
I managed to learn a number of things while in Inazuma. [ he did more than follow bits & pieces of a trail left in scaramouche's wake. ] And I did look forward to eventually returning to Liyue to show you. [ smiles at zhongli, admiring him in all his golden glory. ]
[ childe's smile broadens at the closeness and though he's sorely tempted to kiss zhongli he refrains, simply basking in the glow of his presence as he strokes the back of his neck lovingly. ]
[ The skin warms there, burning hotter and hotter until there the pressure feels like it's about to overflow.
And then with a rumble it does.
Motes of golden light scatter across the surface of Childe's clothes and skin - warm and heavy. Like being wrapped in a blanket. Sturdy like standing under an awning.
And Zhongli's eye glow a fierce amber. Brighter than perhaps Childe has ever seen. The tips of his hair pulsing with that same divine glow. ]
This is my gift of protection - from Zhongli to Ajax.
[ The geo mark on the back of Childe's neck pulses. ]
[ childe's breath catches in his throat as the mark sears the back of his neck, his eyes fluttering closed as he feels the immense pressure start to build behind it. as his mouth drops open he lets out a shuddering breath, nails digging into whatever part of zhongli he's hanging on to, one eye eventually opening to watch as he speaks. ] A gift I humbly accept, Zhongli Xiansheng. [ and he finally does kiss him, the moment the mark pulses his lips are on zhongli's. ]
[ Just as Childe protects Zhongli from the pattering of raindrops overhead, Zhongli wraps his arms around Childe and shelters him from the outside world like an awning over a street corner or a cave carved out of a mountain. Rigid, all-encompassing and absolute.
His arms wrap around Childe's in a vice-grip much more sturdier than their embraces in Imeeji, but no less gentle and tender as he presses his lips to Childe in return. ]
Morax never knew Liyue. It was but a stretch of beach untouched by Osial's wrath at the time he stumbled upon it.
Rex Lapis lived generations of mortal lifetimes there.
But Zhongli - Liyue is home to Zhongli because he met a young, brash and reckless Harbinger named Tartaglia there. Someone who taught him that life is best lived when enjoying it to the fullest.
[ it kind of hurts to be squeezed like this... but he doesn't complain, because he knows zhongli is as strong as stone, and the intensity of the embrace is just a testament to how much he cares. he loves this. he loves him. ] ... [ childe smiles warmly. ] And you, Xiansheng, showed me kindness and friendship... two things that have seldom been offered because of my nature and my status. Every single day I'm thankful for the relationship we shared, even before it turned into this... you're very special to me, Xiansheng, and I'm glad to have met you.
I will. Of course I will. I'd like to wear it in the waking world too, so maybe we can figure out how to manage that. [ childe reaches to his neck, stroking his fingers over the mark with a widening smile. ] Mark or not I'll always find my way to you.
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[ Zhongli holds his arms out, slowly spinning once in place so he can take in the full view of the kimono in all of its glory.
Soft, light and matching him perfectly.
As if Childe would provide anything less than the best for him. ]
You always bring me gifts. Ensure that I feel adored.
But this time might I show a token of my adoration.
[ And he wraps his arms around Childe's neck, fine silk of his kimono sleeves brushing against Childe's back. He raises himself on the balls of his feet so he can enjoy a little bit of height advantage - an inch at best.
Fingers (and arms now glowing pale gold up to his shoulders) glow softly in the rain.
He strokes the back of Childe's neck. ]
Here.
On your skin.
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[ childe's smile broadens at the closeness and though he's sorely tempted to kiss zhongli he refrains, simply basking in the glow of his presence as he strokes the back of his neck lovingly. ]
Perfect.
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And then with a rumble it does.
Motes of golden light scatter across the surface of Childe's clothes and skin - warm and heavy. Like being wrapped in a blanket. Sturdy like standing under an awning.
And Zhongli's eye glow a fierce amber. Brighter than perhaps Childe has ever seen. The tips of his hair pulsing with that same divine glow. ]
This is my gift of protection - from Zhongli to Ajax.
[ The geo mark on the back of Childe's neck pulses. ]
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His arms wrap around Childe's in a vice-grip much more sturdier than their embraces in Imeeji, but no less gentle and tender as he presses his lips to Childe in return. ]
Morax never knew Liyue. It was but a stretch of beach untouched by Osial's wrath at the time he stumbled upon it.
Rex Lapis lived generations of mortal lifetimes there.
But Zhongli - Liyue is home to Zhongli because he met a young, brash and reckless Harbinger named Tartaglia there. Someone who taught him that life is best lived when enjoying it to the fullest.
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In at least this...
[ And he starts drawing Childe back toward the shelter of the mountains, the earth rumbling underneath their feet. ]
Let I find my way to you, and you to me.
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