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hydrangeabloom2023-10-21 10:29 pm
misfittoys) wrote in hydrangeabloom2023-10-21 10:29 pm
Mafia AU
[ A tale of two people leading double-lives and the inevitable misunderstandings that follow ]
[Zhongli leans in attentively as Ajax recounts the little ones' misadventures in Liyue. He listens with interest and amusement as Ajax describes the playful mischief of the youngsters as they explore the city streets, trying to find their place in their new surroundings. Zhongli lets out a subtle chuckle, imagining the scene in his mind's eye.]
It sounds like they've had quite the adventure settling into Liyue. But that's not necessarily a bad thing. Children need to explore and experience new things.
[Ajax mentions the taunting that his younger siblings have been doing lately, and Zhongli responds with a playful glint in his eyes as he makes his move on the chessboard.] I believe it's only natural for younger siblings to test our limits and patience. After all, they're learning from us just as much as we're learning from them. And it's our responsibility to teach them about resilience and commitment.
[The chessboard now reflects Zhongli's long strategic plan, and he declares,] Check. [He offers a warm laugh, the sound echoing in the tranquil park setting.] It seems like they're keeping you on your toes. But I have faith that you'll be able to handle it. Perhaps Teucer has learned his lesson about exploring abandoned factories?
It sounds like they've had quite the adventure settling into Liyue. But that's not necessarily a bad thing. Children need to explore and experience new things.
[Ajax mentions the taunting that his younger siblings have been doing lately, and Zhongli responds with a playful glint in his eyes as he makes his move on the chessboard.] I believe it's only natural for younger siblings to test our limits and patience. After all, they're learning from us just as much as we're learning from them. And it's our responsibility to teach them about resilience and commitment.
[The chessboard now reflects Zhongli's long strategic plan, and he declares,] Check. [He offers a warm laugh, the sound echoing in the tranquil park setting.] It seems like they're keeping you on your toes. But I have faith that you'll be able to handle it. Perhaps Teucer has learned his lesson about exploring abandoned factories?
[ Limits and patience. Ugh. Some of Ajax's least favorite things even if he had the discipline to invoke them perfectly should the situation called for it. Actually, waiting for a mark was a lot like ice fishing in a way, if he thought about it. Just waiting for that exact right moment for the fish to bite. ]
That's definitely something that the eldest would say. I can almost hear—
That's definitely something that the eldest would say. I can almost hear—
[ There's a long pause after Zhongli announces 'check', Ajax barely hearing him continue to speak as he stares at the piece threatening his king and his queen halfway across the board doing whatever it is queens do when their not at home. With mostly pawns left to defend the kingdom, there's not much hope left of keeping Zhongli's forces at bay until reinforcements can return. Especially not with Zhongli's pawn about to reach the end of the board.
Oopsie.
Looks like he was a little too aggressive and reckless.
Again.
And just like the graceful winner Ajax Childe Tartaglia is known to be: ]
Hey!
When did you get that close to my king?
[ The answer being just this turn, but well— frustrations are always better out than in. ]
Oopsie.
Looks like he was a little too aggressive and reckless.
Again.
And just like the graceful winner Ajax Childe Tartaglia is known to be: ]
Hey!
When did you get that close to my king?
[ The answer being just this turn, but well— frustrations are always better out than in. ]
[Zhongli's chuckle grows a touch heartier as he observes Ajax's reaction to the sudden revelation on the chessboard. Ah, if there's anything he does enjoy, is how lively Ajax's reactions are. One would think it's open, perhaps too open, vulnerabilities exposed for all to see. But then again, isn't that the greatest display of strength?]
Just this turn, [Zhongli responds with a twinkle in his eyes,] The intricacies of chess can be quite deceptive, don't you think?
[Zhongli looks at the board, studying the layout of the remaining pieces. Despite the playful tone, there's a certain satisfaction in the way he contemplates the strategic elements of their game.]
It seems you find yourself in a challenging situation. How do you plan to navigate through this predicament, Ajax? The game is still yours to play.
Just this turn, [Zhongli responds with a twinkle in his eyes,] The intricacies of chess can be quite deceptive, don't you think?
[Zhongli looks at the board, studying the layout of the remaining pieces. Despite the playful tone, there's a certain satisfaction in the way he contemplates the strategic elements of their game.]
It seems you find yourself in a challenging situation. How do you plan to navigate through this predicament, Ajax? The game is still yours to play.
[ With much less bravado, Ajax's hand hovers over the chessboard, eyes darting this way and that as he weighs the options available to him. He could move the king? But to what end — just to be put in check the next round? The same could be said for putting a flimsy pawn sacrifice in the way, useless but for the brief respite it gives and oh, does Ajax hate involving (or relying on) the weak to finish the job. And with no other way to subdue the attacking piece coming for his king—
Ah. Yes. Yes. That is what'll he do.
Ajax moves his queen with a flourish to soundly take Zhongli's queen as his last act of defiance. It also leaves his own king wholly unprotected. ]
A true leader does not need to hide behind their subjects. If a pawn is a pawn and a knight is a knight, then the leader should be the strongest of them all — be it might, wit or something else.
[ That's not how chess works at all! But that is how Ajax is closing this particular match, it seems.
He crosses his arms defiantly and waits for Zhongli to make his next move. ]
Don't you agree, Mr. Zhongli?
Ah. Yes. Yes. That is what'll he do.
Ajax moves his queen with a flourish to soundly take Zhongli's queen as his last act of defiance. It also leaves his own king wholly unprotected. ]
A true leader does not need to hide behind their subjects. If a pawn is a pawn and a knight is a knight, then the leader should be the strongest of them all — be it might, wit or something else.
[ That's not how chess works at all! But that is how Ajax is closing this particular match, it seems.
He crosses his arms defiantly and waits for Zhongli to make his next move. ]
Don't you agree, Mr. Zhongli?
[There's a certain truth to Ajax's words, a sentiment Zhongli can appreciate, even if it defies the traditional rules of chess, it does apply to other things. In his strategic pursuits, Zhongli has often found himself at the forefront, making calculated decisions that shape the course of events. Showing his face to make a statement, allows the magnitude of strength be portrayed by the set of his expression.
And Zhongli does wonder, where this sense of leadership comes from, within Ajax. Perhaps his family, his father was an adventurer after all.]
Indeed, there's merit in such a philosophy. [A measured response,] A leader should embody strength and wisdom, but it's also crucial to recognize the strengths within those they lead. A pawn may seem insignificant, but it plays a crucial role in shaping the battlefield.
[Zhongli moves his rook with calculated precision, giving way to a bishop, suddenly emerging behind it, making a beeline for Ajax's exposed king. The move is deliberate, trapping the king. Checkmate. He does not wish to call for it, he knows that Childe sees it, too.]
Sometimes, [Zhongli adds with a thoughtful gaze,] it's also up to a leader to rely on their people. After all, it's because they're there that one becomes a leader in the first place. What's a leader without any followers or others to guide over?
And Zhongli does wonder, where this sense of leadership comes from, within Ajax. Perhaps his family, his father was an adventurer after all.]
Indeed, there's merit in such a philosophy. [A measured response,] A leader should embody strength and wisdom, but it's also crucial to recognize the strengths within those they lead. A pawn may seem insignificant, but it plays a crucial role in shaping the battlefield.
[Zhongli moves his rook with calculated precision, giving way to a bishop, suddenly emerging behind it, making a beeline for Ajax's exposed king. The move is deliberate, trapping the king. Checkmate. He does not wish to call for it, he knows that Childe sees it, too.]
Sometimes, [Zhongli adds with a thoughtful gaze,] it's also up to a leader to rely on their people. After all, it's because they're there that one becomes a leader in the first place. What's a leader without any followers or others to guide over?
[ A leader should rely on their people— pretty words on paper but that's not how the world works. The Tsaritsa, for all that Tartaglia was loyal, only kept some of her other Harbingers on a leash because she was more useful to them alive than dead. True, it was a skill that she alone mastered considering the ragtag lot of them, but to think of her as guiding them— well, it makes it sound all very noble, doesn't it? A nobility and sense of justice that Ajax was forced to wash himself of years ago to be able to be where he is today.
That's living in a fantasy land! A delusion! And it's unbearably cute that Zhongli is such an idealist. In some ways, that makes him all the more endearing. ]
A leader without any followers— well, a fool or a lone wolf, depending on the situation.
But ah~ it looks like my loss, Mr. Zhongli. I'm devastated.
[ Ajax places a hand to his chest in mock dismay. A good fight was a good fight and certainly even more enjoyable since Ajax knew that there was another worthy one coming after that. ]
Looks like I'll need to pick up a few more tricks before I challenge you again! Can't have the other opponents in your tome looking down on me.
That's living in a fantasy land! A delusion! And it's unbearably cute that Zhongli is such an idealist. In some ways, that makes him all the more endearing. ]
A leader without any followers— well, a fool or a lone wolf, depending on the situation.
But ah~ it looks like my loss, Mr. Zhongli. I'm devastated.
[ Ajax places a hand to his chest in mock dismay. A good fight was a good fight and certainly even more enjoyable since Ajax knew that there was another worthy one coming after that. ]
Looks like I'll need to pick up a few more tricks before I challenge you again! Can't have the other opponents in your tome looking down on me.
[Zhongli smiles, a gleam of amusement in his eyes.]
A valiant effort, Ajax. [He appreciates the acknowledgement of the defeat, even if it's delivered in a playful manner. The competitive spirit only adds to the enjoyment of their matches. The chessboard may signify a victory, but in the broader context of their conversation, it felt like an oddly deep connection.] I appreciate the match. Your strategic mind and spirited approach make for an enjoyable game.
[He gathers the pieces, resetting the board for another potential round by anyone and gathers his things. Narwhal wakes up then, placing his front paws on Zhongli's legs again asking for attention, which isn't only promptly delivered because Zhongli is maneuvering his affairsâhis thermos, his newspaperâunder one arm to leave the little dog a scritch behind the ear and reach out for Childe's hand. Zhongli's eyes twinkle with anticipation, a genuine delight at the prospect of future challenges.] Consider it a standing invitation. Whenever you're ready for another game, you know where to find me.
A valiant effort, Ajax. [He appreciates the acknowledgement of the defeat, even if it's delivered in a playful manner. The competitive spirit only adds to the enjoyment of their matches. The chessboard may signify a victory, but in the broader context of their conversation, it felt like an oddly deep connection.] I appreciate the match. Your strategic mind and spirited approach make for an enjoyable game.
[He gathers the pieces, resetting the board for another potential round by anyone and gathers his things. Narwhal wakes up then, placing his front paws on Zhongli's legs again asking for attention, which isn't only promptly delivered because Zhongli is maneuvering his affairsâhis thermos, his newspaperâunder one arm to leave the little dog a scritch behind the ear and reach out for Childe's hand. Zhongli's eyes twinkle with anticipation, a genuine delight at the prospect of future challenges.] Consider it a standing invitation. Whenever you're ready for another game, you know where to find me.
[ Childe takes Zhongli's hand, giving it a firm shake as he stands as well, giving Narwhal's lease a little tug so the dog is not completely underfoot as Zhongli tries to leave. His steps are light and his smile beaming as he rolls his weight from one foot to the next, too much excitable energy coursing through him to stay completely still. ]
Of course. Of course. And you better have tea for two ready when I do stop by. I'll be sure to bring you your cookie offering in return.
Of course. Of course. And you better have tea for two ready when I do stop by. I'll be sure to bring you your cookie offering in return.
[ Even after sundown, the bustle of the harbor has one last hurrah as people gather for dinners and drinks and perusing the famous late night market. As one of the major cities of commerce of Teyvat, Liyue truly never rested. But it was in those sleepy hours well past midnight that it did slow to a crawl and only the brave (and the foolish) would wander out into certain areas of the city in the dead of night.
The Eleventh Harbinger being one of such people.
Tartaglia crouches patiently from his designated vantage point, dark clothing blending him into the Liyue night and blood red mask obscuring most of his recognizable features. (All except for his bright red hair, of course, but he had to live a little bit dangerously where he could.)
He'd been here for well over a couple hours, nestled between the beautiful Liyue architecture of two rooftops that would make it difficult for anyone that wasn't a bird flying overhead to spot him. A sniper rifle (his least preferred as well as least proficient weapon) was lain carefully across his lap, ready to be brought to aim at a moment's notice. In addition, two long and wicked knives were strapped to his person — one to his thigh and other tucked in the leather harness strapped around his chest. The chances of any close (and therefore enjoyable) contract with despairingly slim tonight, but yet that didn't dim the Harbinger's enthusiasm in the slightest.
Because tonight, Tartaglia's prey was Morax.
Morax, the infamous and indisputable (though not official) ruler of Liyue. Ruthless. Undefeated. And a thorn in the Tsarista's side as the Fatui could barely make an inch of ground into Liyue with how expertly and efficiently he protected his turf. But after weeks spilling into months of planning, Pierro finally found an opening at the mafia boss— a chance in a million to take him down in the open on the streets of his own city. And who better to be served such a task but the most brash and risky (and potentially expendable) of the Tsarista's Harbingers— the Vanguard and her 11th.
Tartaglia was practically buzzing with excitement as his handler Ekaterina droned into his ear piece about exact coordinates and final preparations. Thrice now had he been reprimanded for not listening but who could blame him when the most important mission of his life was to be executed mere minutes from now. If he didn't have the discipline of a trained hitman, he'd be nothing but restless motion and excitable laughter at this very moment.
But he could be patient. He could.
He glances once again (for the umpteenth time) at the now deserted side street and alley were Morax would be arriving soon.
Not much longer now. ]
The Eleventh Harbinger being one of such people.
Tartaglia crouches patiently from his designated vantage point, dark clothing blending him into the Liyue night and blood red mask obscuring most of his recognizable features. (All except for his bright red hair, of course, but he had to live a little bit dangerously where he could.)
He'd been here for well over a couple hours, nestled between the beautiful Liyue architecture of two rooftops that would make it difficult for anyone that wasn't a bird flying overhead to spot him. A sniper rifle (his least preferred as well as least proficient weapon) was lain carefully across his lap, ready to be brought to aim at a moment's notice. In addition, two long and wicked knives were strapped to his person — one to his thigh and other tucked in the leather harness strapped around his chest. The chances of any close (and therefore enjoyable) contract with despairingly slim tonight, but yet that didn't dim the Harbinger's enthusiasm in the slightest.
Because tonight, Tartaglia's prey was Morax.
Morax, the infamous and indisputable (though not official) ruler of Liyue. Ruthless. Undefeated. And a thorn in the Tsarista's side as the Fatui could barely make an inch of ground into Liyue with how expertly and efficiently he protected his turf. But after weeks spilling into months of planning, Pierro finally found an opening at the mafia boss— a chance in a million to take him down in the open on the streets of his own city. And who better to be served such a task but the most brash and risky (and potentially expendable) of the Tsarista's Harbingers— the Vanguard and her 11th.
Tartaglia was practically buzzing with excitement as his handler Ekaterina droned into his ear piece about exact coordinates and final preparations. Thrice now had he been reprimanded for not listening but who could blame him when the most important mission of his life was to be executed mere minutes from now. If he didn't have the discipline of a trained hitman, he'd be nothing but restless motion and excitable laughter at this very moment.
But he could be patient. He could.
He glances once again (for the umpteenth time) at the now deserted side street and alley were Morax would be arriving soon.
Not much longer now. ]
[The rhythmic hum of the bustling harbor has waned, leaving only the soft whispers of the night, the city settling into a languid pace. The cool breeze carries the scent of blooming flowers and distant sea spray. The venue, wrapped in the soft glow of subdued lights, stands like a bastion of affluence and hidden dealings. A charity benefit held by and for the most prominent and wealthy, a gathering of the city's most influential figures, shrouded in an air of sophistication and muted opulence. Into the side street, a sleek, black car glides to a halt. Its dark exterior mirrors the night, a predator prowling. Three figures emerge from its passenger doors once it stops. First, a dark-haired man with striking golden eyes, known as the Liyuen Family's right-hand enforcer, Xiao. He moves with a predatory grace, a silent guardian at the beck and call of the Liyue underworld, watching everything around him, ensuring there aren't any threats, and securing the street instantly. He's well-known for being ruthless, and almost inhuman.
Following closely is a vivacious lady, her boisterous personality almost tangible. Despite appearing too young for such an event, her presence commands attention. The Director of the Funeral Parlor, she breathes life into traditional funeral rites, a vibrant figure in the midst of the city's shadows. She feels like a square peg into a round hole, and yet, she's carelessly talking loudly about the event, telling the other person in the car if they need help getting out.
Lastly, an elderly woman with knowing eyes and a pleasant face exits the car. Madame Ping, a renowned tutor to the elite â Tartaglia may have heard the latest Lawyer-made-Partner skyrocketing star, Yan Fei, who was a pupil of hersâ and porcelain artisan, gracing the Liyue elite with her wisdom and craftsmanship. Her back may be curved with age, but she moves with a spryness that defies the passage of time.
Then, a lean figure turns the corner, draped in a long black coat. It's Zhongli, holding a bouquet of Glaze Lilies in his arms. The white flowers contrast against the darkness, splendorous and delicate, almost fragile, and he cradles them in his arms very carefully. Tartaglia may see the surprise on Zhongli's face, while the enforcer visibly stiffens, ready for any threat.
Yet, Zhongli approaches, and Xiao, the vigilant guardian, shifts a few steps forward, eyes scrutinizing the bouquet, the space around the Consultant and the street behind him, no doubt checking if there's anyone following him. A hint of tension hangs in the air. Director Hu, however, disregards any potential threat, almost shoving Xiao aside as she walks freely to Zhongli. It's too open, too careless, almost as if she's oblivious to the possible danger lurking in the shadows.
After he's guided to the venue's staircase, Zhongli hands the bouquet to Madame Ping, offering it in, if Tartaglia can read lips, memory of someone. The elderly woman seems touched, misty-eyed, as she touches Zhongli's arm, exchanging words. Zhongli politely refuses and suggests that them to go inside.
A nod from Madame Ping, and a glance to the visibly bothered Xiao, and Zhongli bows his head to the three of them, making to take his leave.
But Morax remains elusive.]
Following closely is a vivacious lady, her boisterous personality almost tangible. Despite appearing too young for such an event, her presence commands attention. The Director of the Funeral Parlor, she breathes life into traditional funeral rites, a vibrant figure in the midst of the city's shadows. She feels like a square peg into a round hole, and yet, she's carelessly talking loudly about the event, telling the other person in the car if they need help getting out.
Lastly, an elderly woman with knowing eyes and a pleasant face exits the car. Madame Ping, a renowned tutor to the elite â Tartaglia may have heard the latest Lawyer-made-Partner skyrocketing star, Yan Fei, who was a pupil of hersâ and porcelain artisan, gracing the Liyue elite with her wisdom and craftsmanship. Her back may be curved with age, but she moves with a spryness that defies the passage of time.
Then, a lean figure turns the corner, draped in a long black coat. It's Zhongli, holding a bouquet of Glaze Lilies in his arms. The white flowers contrast against the darkness, splendorous and delicate, almost fragile, and he cradles them in his arms very carefully. Tartaglia may see the surprise on Zhongli's face, while the enforcer visibly stiffens, ready for any threat.
Yet, Zhongli approaches, and Xiao, the vigilant guardian, shifts a few steps forward, eyes scrutinizing the bouquet, the space around the Consultant and the street behind him, no doubt checking if there's anyone following him. A hint of tension hangs in the air. Director Hu, however, disregards any potential threat, almost shoving Xiao aside as she walks freely to Zhongli. It's too open, too careless, almost as if she's oblivious to the possible danger lurking in the shadows.
After he's guided to the venue's staircase, Zhongli hands the bouquet to Madame Ping, offering it in, if Tartaglia can read lips, memory of someone. The elderly woman seems touched, misty-eyed, as she touches Zhongli's arm, exchanging words. Zhongli politely refuses and suggests that them to go inside.
A nod from Madame Ping, and a glance to the visibly bothered Xiao, and Zhongli bows his head to the three of them, making to take his leave.
But Morax remains elusive.]
Edited 2024-01-12 23:26 (UTC)
[ Tartaglia's lips twist into a grin of unmistakable glee as the enforcer steps into his line of sight. Itchy fingers slowly bring his rifle up to bear as he crouches at the very edge of the roof, still covered by the tiles and sharp angles. Morax's right hand man was here, which means the intel was good! And that at any point, Morax himself would soon show and the fun could truly begin.
The next person to leap from the car gives Tartaglia pause, however. That's Director Hu Tao — a name and a face that Tartaglia only knows because like any boy with a crush, he had scoured all information he could find about the mysterious chess player he met on the way to Teucer's school. Unfortunately for the object of his current obsession, with the resources of the Fatui at Ajax's disposal (unauthorized as it was), he was able to find out much about Mister Zhongli. Place of employment had been child's play to figure out, and it would be hard to forget the face of someone so young doing a job that was so difficult.
So Director Hu Tao had ties to Morax. Tartaglia supposes he shouldn't find that too surprising, considering the bodies had to go somewhere. And how much more convenient would it be if their cleaner was one of the best and most famous funeral parlors in all of Liyue.
He'd avoid her if he could just to be on the safe side. No reason to upset Mr. Zhongli by having his boss killed on accident. That would certainly damper the mood of his next interaction.
And so Tartaglia impatiently taps his forefinger against the top of his rifle, watching more and more people come and go from the area with eyes peeled for any sign of his prey. He doesn't have the best description of Morax unfortunately — just a crumpled blurry photo that showed off the man's dress more than his appearance. But certainly the infamous boss of Liyue would be identified easily enough by presence alone. Especially with Tartaglia keeping his eyes tightly trained on his enforcer.
And all would have gone gloriously to plan, too, had one other person not entered the stage. One equally incredibly handsome and clueless figure who was walking into a death trap without the slightest indication that he knew the danger he was in.
What was Mister Zhongli doing here?
What was Mister Zhongl—
Okay, well, obviously he was here because his boss was here. Was he still on the clock this late at night? And did he even know who these people were?! They were dangerous. Mister Zhongli could easily get caught in the cross-fire if Morax were to show up and—
The thrill and the adrenaline of the hunt freezes like shards of ice in his veins.
No. Oh no. No no no.
Within seconds, the sniper rifle is stored back into its hiding position on the rooftop as Tartaglia begins to madly strip anything off of him that might tie him to the Fatui — his red mask, scarf, the dark jacket, any other bits of protective armor. By the time he's scaled the side of the building, two dark alleyways in front of where Zhongli was headed, he's clothed in nothing but his black slacks, boots, and a now wrinkled red dress shirt as he scurries to intercept Mr. Zhongli and redirect him anywhere that isn't here.
But with what excuse? This whole event is so way above the paygrade of a toy salesmen — even an executive one. With only moments to make his decision and years of acting the part of a dumb foolish boy, Ajax ruffles up his hair to make himself look a little bit more unkempt and physically bumps into Zhongli like a drunkard stumbling home on his way back from a night out with co-workers. ]
The next person to leap from the car gives Tartaglia pause, however. That's Director Hu Tao — a name and a face that Tartaglia only knows because like any boy with a crush, he had scoured all information he could find about the mysterious chess player he met on the way to Teucer's school. Unfortunately for the object of his current obsession, with the resources of the Fatui at Ajax's disposal (unauthorized as it was), he was able to find out much about Mister Zhongli. Place of employment had been child's play to figure out, and it would be hard to forget the face of someone so young doing a job that was so difficult.
So Director Hu Tao had ties to Morax. Tartaglia supposes he shouldn't find that too surprising, considering the bodies had to go somewhere. And how much more convenient would it be if their cleaner was one of the best and most famous funeral parlors in all of Liyue.
He'd avoid her if he could just to be on the safe side. No reason to upset Mr. Zhongli by having his boss killed on accident. That would certainly damper the mood of his next interaction.
And so Tartaglia impatiently taps his forefinger against the top of his rifle, watching more and more people come and go from the area with eyes peeled for any sign of his prey. He doesn't have the best description of Morax unfortunately — just a crumpled blurry photo that showed off the man's dress more than his appearance. But certainly the infamous boss of Liyue would be identified easily enough by presence alone. Especially with Tartaglia keeping his eyes tightly trained on his enforcer.
And all would have gone gloriously to plan, too, had one other person not entered the stage. One equally incredibly handsome and clueless figure who was walking into a death trap without the slightest indication that he knew the danger he was in.
What was Mister Zhongli doing here?
What was Mister Zhongl—
Okay, well, obviously he was here because his boss was here. Was he still on the clock this late at night? And did he even know who these people were?! They were dangerous. Mister Zhongli could easily get caught in the cross-fire if Morax were to show up and—
The thrill and the adrenaline of the hunt freezes like shards of ice in his veins.
No. Oh no. No no no.
Within seconds, the sniper rifle is stored back into its hiding position on the rooftop as Tartaglia begins to madly strip anything off of him that might tie him to the Fatui — his red mask, scarf, the dark jacket, any other bits of protective armor. By the time he's scaled the side of the building, two dark alleyways in front of where Zhongli was headed, he's clothed in nothing but his black slacks, boots, and a now wrinkled red dress shirt as he scurries to intercept Mr. Zhongli and redirect him anywhere that isn't here.
But with what excuse? This whole event is so way above the paygrade of a toy salesmen — even an executive one. With only moments to make his decision and years of acting the part of a dumb foolish boy, Ajax ruffles up his hair to make himself look a little bit more unkempt and physically bumps into Zhongli like a drunkard stumbling home on his way back from a night out with co-workers. ]
Edited 2024-01-16 06:30 (UTC)
Oh, hey— hey! Sorry, sorry. Didn't see you there—
[ The pause and gasp is purposefully dramatic; the surprised widening of his eyes practiced: ]
Mister Zhongli?
[ The pause and gasp is purposefully dramatic; the surprised widening of his eyes practiced: ]
Mister Zhongli?
[Zhongli continues on his path, weaving through the night towards the venue. As he turns the corner, he finds Xiao waiting, a stoic presence in the middle of the street striking him with his light golden gaze. Their eyes meet, and he sees him stiffen, his shoulders hunching, his gaze wanting to cast low out of mere habit. Xiao's gaze flits behind Zhongli, scanning the area for potential threats.
The Glaze Lilies in his arms, chosen for their significance, hold a weight of nostalgia. Zhongli can almost hear laughter in the rustling of the night breeze, feel warmth that makes the lanterns and the city lights feel cold to the sight despite their orange hue. The Liyue Harbor, with its bustling streets and serene sea, witnessed countless moments, wisdom, compassion, dedication to balance, and the inevitable departures from this world. The Glaze Lilies are his silent tribute, a gesture of remembrance for the one who brought him solace in the chaos of existence.
Approaching Xiao, Zhongli offers a small, appreciative nod, acknowledging the enforcer's silent vigilance. Xiao, in return, glances towards the shadows once more, ensuring that no unwanted eyes linger on their path. Zhongli continues forward, his steps steady and contemplative.
As he nears Director Hu Tao, the lively figure amid the night, Zhongli is drawn back to the present.] Good evening, Director Hu, [Zhongli greets her with a composed smile, the contrast between their personalities evident, but not without warmth nonetheless.
Madame Ping, the wise tutor and artisan, awaits the bouquet with a knowing gaze. Zhongli hands it to her, a momentary sadness flickering in his eyes.] In memorial, [he murmurs, lips forming the words with a quiet reverence. Madame Ping touches his arm in understanding, and their shared exchange carries the weight of many things unspoken.
Zhongli declines Madame Ping's suggestion to step inside, his gaze lingering on the venue's entrance.] My respects are incomparable to the blooms of these Glaze Lilies. Make sure they stand right in the center of the venue, [he says, the Madam stopping for a breath before she nods, despite a veil of melancholy in his tone. With a farewell nod to the trio, Zhongli turns to leave.
The streets, now devoid of the earlier bustle, guide Zhongli on his solitary journey home. The Glaze Lilies, once a symbol of shared laughter and understanding, now serve as a link to a past that shaped him. The night whispers its secrets, and Zhongli walks with the weight of memories, unaware of the approaching encounter that fate has woven into the fabric of this Liyue night.
Suddenly, Zhongli is jolted from his introspection as a young man collides into him. The unexpected encounter breaks the somber atmosphere, and Zhongli steadies the stranger with a gloved hand on his elbow.] Oh. We meet again, friend. [A faint smile playing on his lips as he looks into the surprised eyes of the young man. The memories of Guizhong, momentarily set aside, and Zhongli returns to the present.] Are you alright, Ajax?
The Glaze Lilies in his arms, chosen for their significance, hold a weight of nostalgia. Zhongli can almost hear laughter in the rustling of the night breeze, feel warmth that makes the lanterns and the city lights feel cold to the sight despite their orange hue. The Liyue Harbor, with its bustling streets and serene sea, witnessed countless moments, wisdom, compassion, dedication to balance, and the inevitable departures from this world. The Glaze Lilies are his silent tribute, a gesture of remembrance for the one who brought him solace in the chaos of existence.
Approaching Xiao, Zhongli offers a small, appreciative nod, acknowledging the enforcer's silent vigilance. Xiao, in return, glances towards the shadows once more, ensuring that no unwanted eyes linger on their path. Zhongli continues forward, his steps steady and contemplative.
As he nears Director Hu Tao, the lively figure amid the night, Zhongli is drawn back to the present.] Good evening, Director Hu, [Zhongli greets her with a composed smile, the contrast between their personalities evident, but not without warmth nonetheless.
Madame Ping, the wise tutor and artisan, awaits the bouquet with a knowing gaze. Zhongli hands it to her, a momentary sadness flickering in his eyes.] In memorial, [he murmurs, lips forming the words with a quiet reverence. Madame Ping touches his arm in understanding, and their shared exchange carries the weight of many things unspoken.
Zhongli declines Madame Ping's suggestion to step inside, his gaze lingering on the venue's entrance.] My respects are incomparable to the blooms of these Glaze Lilies. Make sure they stand right in the center of the venue, [he says, the Madam stopping for a breath before she nods, despite a veil of melancholy in his tone. With a farewell nod to the trio, Zhongli turns to leave.
The streets, now devoid of the earlier bustle, guide Zhongli on his solitary journey home. The Glaze Lilies, once a symbol of shared laughter and understanding, now serve as a link to a past that shaped him. The night whispers its secrets, and Zhongli walks with the weight of memories, unaware of the approaching encounter that fate has woven into the fabric of this Liyue night.
Suddenly, Zhongli is jolted from his introspection as a young man collides into him. The unexpected encounter breaks the somber atmosphere, and Zhongli steadies the stranger with a gloved hand on his elbow.] Oh. We meet again, friend. [A faint smile playing on his lips as he looks into the surprised eyes of the young man. The memories of Guizhong, momentarily set aside, and Zhongli returns to the present.] Are you alright, Ajax?
[ So caught up was he in his descent, Tartaglia had missed some of the finer details of "Mister Zhongli's" arrival and presence at the venue.
Most prominent being how Xiao circled Zhongli the most like a patient hawk, waiting to retaliate if anyone were to dare strike. (If Childe was not so single mindedly obsessed with leading Zhongli away from danger, he might feel the burn on those golden eyes upon him now. It was only the enforcer's self-imposed promise to not get innocents involved that stays his hand and his distance as he watches from afar.)
Secondly— despite being of lower employment status than the energetic Director Hu, all eyes rose to meet Zhongli's, heads lightly bowed in deference for those who knew the true nature of the man in their midst. How the glaze lilies he had brought would indeed be displayed front and center of this prestigious event. A feat outside the capabilities of most consultants — no matter how wise and charismatic they may be.
No, Tartaglia— now Ajax only has eyes for the slightly awkward and humble chess player as well as thoughts of his safety. He stumbles a step forward, wrapping his arms around one of Zhongli's as he takes another stumbling step away from the venue, attempting to drag Zhongli with him. ]
Xiansheng~
[ His voice comes out like a petulant whine. ]
You can't spring a surprise meeting on me like this. I haven't even had time to go buy the cookies yet!
'Sides, isn't it past your bedtime? You strike me as the kinda guy that gets up even before the birds do.
[ Through his earpiece, Childe is dimly aware of Ekaterina asking if he's just lost his mind. ]
Most prominent being how Xiao circled Zhongli the most like a patient hawk, waiting to retaliate if anyone were to dare strike. (If Childe was not so single mindedly obsessed with leading Zhongli away from danger, he might feel the burn on those golden eyes upon him now. It was only the enforcer's self-imposed promise to not get innocents involved that stays his hand and his distance as he watches from afar.)
Secondly— despite being of lower employment status than the energetic Director Hu, all eyes rose to meet Zhongli's, heads lightly bowed in deference for those who knew the true nature of the man in their midst. How the glaze lilies he had brought would indeed be displayed front and center of this prestigious event. A feat outside the capabilities of most consultants — no matter how wise and charismatic they may be.
No, Tartaglia— now Ajax only has eyes for the slightly awkward and humble chess player as well as thoughts of his safety. He stumbles a step forward, wrapping his arms around one of Zhongli's as he takes another stumbling step away from the venue, attempting to drag Zhongli with him. ]
Xiansheng~
[ His voice comes out like a petulant whine. ]
You can't spring a surprise meeting on me like this. I haven't even had time to go buy the cookies yet!
'Sides, isn't it past your bedtime? You strike me as the kinda guy that gets up even before the birds do.
[ Through his earpiece, Childe is dimly aware of Ekaterina asking if he's just lost his mind. ]
[Ajax, as Zhongli has come to know him, seems to have a peculiar way of expressing concern. The petulant whine and the immediate arms wrapped around Zhongli catch him off guard, and he can't help but wonder if the young man might be a bit tipsy. There's a certain playfulness to Ajax's actions, and Zhongli can't help but find it somewhat endearing. Despite the unexpectedness of the encounter, he chuckles lightly. The reference to cookies is such a cute thing to consider.]
My apologies for the unexpected meeting, [Zhongli replies, his golden eyes holding a glint of amusement. He seems slightly off, like he can hold himself together but yet not want to, and using Zhongli as a support instead. No scent of alcohol reaches him, but perhaps his nose is oversaturated with the perfume of the blooms he had held a few moments ago.] And as for bedtime, I assure you, I adhere to no strict schedule.
[Ajax's attempt to drag Zhongli away from the place they're at elicits a gentle questioning, however. Is Ajax headed somewhere? Is he feeling unsafe?] You seemed to be quite rushed. Is everything alright? [Zhongli's gaze meets Ajax's, searching for any hints of distress or urgency in the young man's eyes.]
My apologies for the unexpected meeting, [Zhongli replies, his golden eyes holding a glint of amusement. He seems slightly off, like he can hold himself together but yet not want to, and using Zhongli as a support instead. No scent of alcohol reaches him, but perhaps his nose is oversaturated with the perfume of the blooms he had held a few moments ago.] And as for bedtime, I assure you, I adhere to no strict schedule.
[Ajax's attempt to drag Zhongli away from the place they're at elicits a gentle questioning, however. Is Ajax headed somewhere? Is he feeling unsafe?] You seemed to be quite rushed. Is everything alright? [Zhongli's gaze meets Ajax's, searching for any hints of distress or urgency in the young man's eyes.]
[ It's true. There is not even the hint of alcohol on Ajax's breath as he takes another stumbling step that is still distinctly away from the bustle of the current venue. There's a tenseness to his shoulders, a twitch of his eye as he glances to his left every few seconds (trying to catch a few words from his ear piece just in case Morax does show up and he has to make another hasty return to his perch. If only Katya would stop lecturing him between updates. It's not like he can reply right now!)
When Ajax finally catches Zhongli's eyes, the concern he himself feels bubbling up in that golden gaze, he heaves a little sigh. His shoulders slump as he runs a hand through his hair, looking down for a moment. ]
Yeah. I mean, yeah. I think so.
Just caught me by surprise, Xiansheng. I mean, sure Liyue is mostly safe and all—
[ As safe as any large bustling center of commerce could be under the Qixing's watchful eye.
(Rex Lapis's too though no one is going to admit that.) ]
It's dark and you're by yourself on a mostly empty street. Just doesn't sit right me with s'all.
[ He straightens up a bit, still trying to lead Zhongli away. ]
Call it older brother instincts or something.
When Ajax finally catches Zhongli's eyes, the concern he himself feels bubbling up in that golden gaze, he heaves a little sigh. His shoulders slump as he runs a hand through his hair, looking down for a moment. ]
Yeah. I mean, yeah. I think so.
Just caught me by surprise, Xiansheng. I mean, sure Liyue is mostly safe and all—
[ As safe as any large bustling center of commerce could be under the Qixing's watchful eye.
(Rex Lapis's too though no one is going to admit that.) ]
It's dark and you're by yourself on a mostly empty street. Just doesn't sit right me with s'all.
[ He straightens up a bit, still trying to lead Zhongli away. ]
Call it older brother instincts or something.
[Zhongli scrutinizes the tension in Ajax's shoulders, the subtle twitches in his eye, ripples of unease in a placid pond. A night that should be serene is threaded with a disquiet that clings to the air. As Ajax runs his fingers through his hair, Zhongli catches a glimpse of vulnerability, a fleeting shadow cast by the city's nocturnal embrace.
He nods, his gaze unwavering, understanding the fears that seem to have rattled so much. After all, how many times have those monsters that Ajax seems to be so nervous about taken his own shape?] I understand your concern, Ajax. But rest assured, I've traversed these streets for years. Liyue holds no secrets from me. [He mutters with a low hum, echoing through the narrow street like an ancient melody resonating with the city's heartbeat.
Ajax guides Zhongli away from the clamor of the venue's door, his steps echoing into the silence until the soles of their shoes echo against the walls. As Ajax straightens, Zhongli's hand reaches out, a sculptor's touch, to gently reshape the dishevelled copper strands that still glimmer fire against the distant warm lanterns.]
Though I must admit, the notion of me being your younger brother is quite amusing, [he says, hoping to ease his stress.]
He nods, his gaze unwavering, understanding the fears that seem to have rattled so much. After all, how many times have those monsters that Ajax seems to be so nervous about taken his own shape?] I understand your concern, Ajax. But rest assured, I've traversed these streets for years. Liyue holds no secrets from me. [He mutters with a low hum, echoing through the narrow street like an ancient melody resonating with the city's heartbeat.
Ajax guides Zhongli away from the clamor of the venue's door, his steps echoing into the silence until the soles of their shoes echo against the walls. As Ajax straightens, Zhongli's hand reaches out, a sculptor's touch, to gently reshape the dishevelled copper strands that still glimmer fire against the distant warm lanterns.]
Though I must admit, the notion of me being your younger brother is quite amusing, [he says, hoping to ease his stress.]
[ Yeah. Yeah, that tracks. Being a funeral parlor consultant, Zhongli had probably seen every grisly and unexpected way to pass on from this world to the next. The city of Liyue probably did keep no secrets from him. And he probably didn't even fear death in the slightest to boot. But that just compounded Childe's interest in getting him as far away from here as possible.
(Didn't he know that some of the most dangerous people in Liyue were congregating a handful of streets over?! Oh... Actually, right. Zhongli probably doesn't have the foggiest idea.)
There's a hint of hesitation when Zhongli reaches out to brush back his hair. Tartaglia had been careful to keep Zhongli constantly on his right side to not ask about the ear piece that was nestled in the opposite ear. There was no way he was going to explain that away as air buds or anything similar. (Or maybe he could. This was a man who read a physical newspaper in this day and age.)
But that is soon internally shushed by his young infatuation with Zhongli. It's fine. It's fine. If he's careful, it'll be fine.
(And maybe the hint of getting caught just adds to the fun. Or if it would if Tartaglia wasn't potentially blowing the biggest job he had in his life.)
He grins and leans into the touch, his agitation too persistent to be completely wiped away from his face. ]
Mr. Zhongli is too kind to censor the word ridiculous with amusing. But that's to be expected of the eternal eldest brother.
C'mon. Let me buy you a cab or something. When's the last time you let someone fuss over you a little, huh?
(Didn't he know that some of the most dangerous people in Liyue were congregating a handful of streets over?! Oh... Actually, right. Zhongli probably doesn't have the foggiest idea.)
There's a hint of hesitation when Zhongli reaches out to brush back his hair. Tartaglia had been careful to keep Zhongli constantly on his right side to not ask about the ear piece that was nestled in the opposite ear. There was no way he was going to explain that away as air buds or anything similar. (Or maybe he could. This was a man who read a physical newspaper in this day and age.)
But that is soon internally shushed by his young infatuation with Zhongli. It's fine. It's fine. If he's careful, it'll be fine.
(And maybe the hint of getting caught just adds to the fun. Or if it would if Tartaglia wasn't potentially blowing the biggest job he had in his life.)
He grins and leans into the touch, his agitation too persistent to be completely wiped away from his face. ]
Mr. Zhongli is too kind to censor the word ridiculous with amusing. But that's to be expected of the eternal eldest brother.
C'mon. Let me buy you a cab or something. When's the last time you let someone fuss over you a little, huh?
[Zhongli senses a subtle hesitation as Ajax leans into his touch, a fleeting moment of vulnerability that stirs something within the usually composed consultant. The disarrayed copper strands yield to Zhongli's touch, a sculptor's gentle caress whispering in the quiet of the night. There's a dance of emotions in Ajax's eyes â a flicker of nerves, a hint of uncertainty, and Zhongli can't help but wonder about the layers of the enigmatic young man before him.
The offer of a cab is met with internal conflict. As Ajax makes to hurry Zhongli away, a pang of disappointment makes itself knownâa surprise, in such a brief, fleeting encounter, like a story yet to unfold and he has no opportunity to explore it. He wonders if Ajax can feel the heavy, mysterious presence congregating in the nearby building. Perhaps that's why, as solemn as the night and event are, the redhead is so attuned to the dangers lingering in the air after they pass.] It's been quite a while but, Ajax, shouldn't you be concerned about yourself as well, then?
[For a foreigner like Ajax, the labyrinthine alleys are an intricate puzzle. Perhaps that's why he looks so frazzled. He sighs, drops his hand onto his shoulder.] I do appreciate your worry. It's just a shame we have to end our encounter like this.
The offer of a cab is met with internal conflict. As Ajax makes to hurry Zhongli away, a pang of disappointment makes itself knownâa surprise, in such a brief, fleeting encounter, like a story yet to unfold and he has no opportunity to explore it. He wonders if Ajax can feel the heavy, mysterious presence congregating in the nearby building. Perhaps that's why, as solemn as the night and event are, the redhead is so attuned to the dangers lingering in the air after they pass.] It's been quite a while but, Ajax, shouldn't you be concerned about yourself as well, then?
[For a foreigner like Ajax, the labyrinthine alleys are an intricate puzzle. Perhaps that's why he looks so frazzled. He sighs, drops his hand onto his shoulder.] I do appreciate your worry. It's just a shame we have to end our encounter like this.
[ Nooooooooo. Even if Tartaglia is absolutely firm in his objective of get Zhongli away and then go back to his post, the disappointment tugs at him in a way that few things can. The look his parents gave him when he got into a scrap at school (look, it wasn't his fault if the other kid ended up in the hospital. He should have known who he was dealing with. Being prepared is a part of being a warrior.). Teucer's face dropping when his meanie big brother forces him to eat his vegetables. The Tsarista when he's botched a mission. (But not this one. Not. this. one!). ]
I am— [ He's not ] I mean, I'll be fine. Been in a scrap or two and know my way around them. Besides! I'll be headed home soon. I just have one little errand to run—
[ Assassinate the most notorious mob boss in all of Liyue. ]
And then I'll head straight home. No need to worry.
[ Tartaglia is a man of his word and his has a job to do. Tempting as it may be, he doesn't even entertain the thought of what could be if he was not who he was. He liked being a blade, wielded so expertly by Her Excellency. Not only did it put food on the table, but it gave his life purpose. Made him feel good. How many people could claim they did what they loved as their job?
(Zhongli probably. Zhongli could probably also claim that.) ]
It is a shame. A real shame. Haaaaaaah. But it can't be helped.
[ Ajax reaches up to place his hands over Zhongli, donning his best and hopefully most disarming smile as he looks over at him. ]
How about I make it up to you? Tomorrow. And the next day you're free. Just tell me when and where to be, and I'll show up. Anywhere.
I am— [ He's not ] I mean, I'll be fine. Been in a scrap or two and know my way around them. Besides! I'll be headed home soon. I just have one little errand to run—
[ Assassinate the most notorious mob boss in all of Liyue. ]
And then I'll head straight home. No need to worry.
[ Tartaglia is a man of his word and his has a job to do. Tempting as it may be, he doesn't even entertain the thought of what could be if he was not who he was. He liked being a blade, wielded so expertly by Her Excellency. Not only did it put food on the table, but it gave his life purpose. Made him feel good. How many people could claim they did what they loved as their job?
(Zhongli probably. Zhongli could probably also claim that.) ]
It is a shame. A real shame. Haaaaaaah. But it can't be helped.
[ Ajax reaches up to place his hands over Zhongli, donning his best and hopefully most disarming smile as he looks over at him. ]
How about I make it up to you? Tomorrow. And the next day you're free. Just tell me when and where to be, and I'll show up. Anywhere.
[Ajax's hands settle warmly over Zhongli, and the disarming smile that graces his face draws Zhongli's gaze. Despite the urgency of their parting, there's a genuine sweetness to Ajax's concern.
It's always an interesting time, when someone is strangely aware of the city's dangers, even though Zhongli himself mostly creates them.
Most, really. Soon enough, in the center of the event, the glaze lilies will shine bright and fragrant while disguising the 360Âș camera between the blooms, capturing every conversation and encounter. After all, while Zhongli has stepped away from his role, that doesn't necessarily mean he enjoys being none the wiser about the happenings in his land. Especially considering the latest intel that came through about a new group trying to poke and prod both territorially and monetarily, trying to tug free weaves of influence and sow something of its own.
Zhongli can't help but return the smile, his gaze softening.] Tomorrow would be wonderful, [he replies, a warmth settling in his chest.] How about the Liuli Pavilion for dinner? I'll be there to welcome you.
It's always an interesting time, when someone is strangely aware of the city's dangers, even though Zhongli himself mostly creates them.
Most, really. Soon enough, in the center of the event, the glaze lilies will shine bright and fragrant while disguising the 360Âș camera between the blooms, capturing every conversation and encounter. After all, while Zhongli has stepped away from his role, that doesn't necessarily mean he enjoys being none the wiser about the happenings in his land. Especially considering the latest intel that came through about a new group trying to poke and prod both territorially and monetarily, trying to tug free weaves of influence and sow something of its own.
Zhongli can't help but return the smile, his gaze softening.] Tomorrow would be wonderful, [he replies, a warmth settling in his chest.] How about the Liuli Pavilion for dinner? I'll be there to welcome you.
[ Ajax's smile relaxes into one of relief, both for convincing Zhongli to get out of here but also for not (hopefully) damaging their very fresh and budding friendship. (Ha! Take that other Harbingers who said he wasn't any good at diplomacy. Take that and shove it!) ]
Yeah. Yeah! Of course. I'll be there.
[ He squeezes the hand still pressed reassuringly to his shoulder. Yes. They will go to dinner and it will be wonderful. What better way to spend the evening after the most important mission of his life than being allowed to wine and dine Mister Zhongli. Maybe this whole night could be salvaged.
Ajax's other hand goes to his cell phone, supposedly to call for a cab but Ajax is much too paranoid for that, especially with Rex Lapis's minions all around. He sends a quick text to Vlad (one of his subordinates and more than once his getaway driver), quickly giving him instructions to act like one of the many rideshares in the city.
The next grin is a little more reassured. A little more carefree. ]
Text me when you get home, Mister Zhongli. And I promise to stop bothering you for the evening. Sound like a deal? Or a promise— oh wait, right right right. Liyue. Sounds like a contract?
[ It should be no surprise to anyone that Rex Lapis would not completely step down after being the most powerful man in the city for who knows how many years now. That kind of position is hard to step away from. So, is being in control of that much power and influence.
(So perhaps when Zhongli reviews that film later, he might catch the blurry outline of Ajax in the same civilian clothes he wears now much later than he was claiming to stay out this night. He lingers in the shadows of the venue with an intense look of frustration in his eyes. One, two, three frames pass before he disappears back into the darkness as if he was never there at all.
After all, how was he supposed to know that he was the one who sent his prey away?) ]
Yeah. Yeah! Of course. I'll be there.
[ He squeezes the hand still pressed reassuringly to his shoulder. Yes. They will go to dinner and it will be wonderful. What better way to spend the evening after the most important mission of his life than being allowed to wine and dine Mister Zhongli. Maybe this whole night could be salvaged.
Ajax's other hand goes to his cell phone, supposedly to call for a cab but Ajax is much too paranoid for that, especially with Rex Lapis's minions all around. He sends a quick text to Vlad (one of his subordinates and more than once his getaway driver), quickly giving him instructions to act like one of the many rideshares in the city.
The next grin is a little more reassured. A little more carefree. ]
Text me when you get home, Mister Zhongli. And I promise to stop bothering you for the evening. Sound like a deal? Or a promise— oh wait, right right right. Liyue. Sounds like a contract?
[ It should be no surprise to anyone that Rex Lapis would not completely step down after being the most powerful man in the city for who knows how many years now. That kind of position is hard to step away from. So, is being in control of that much power and influence.
(So perhaps when Zhongli reviews that film later, he might catch the blurry outline of Ajax in the same civilian clothes he wears now much later than he was claiming to stay out this night. He lingers in the shadows of the venue with an intense look of frustration in his eyes. One, two, three frames pass before he disappears back into the darkness as if he was never there at all.
After all, how was he supposed to know that he was the one who sent his prey away?) ]
[Zhongli feels a sense of relief wash over him as Ajax's smile relaxes into one of reassurance. The continuation of their meeting in the Liuli Pavilion brings a glimmer of anticipation to Zhongli's eyes.]
The Liuli Pavilion it is, then. [A chuckle, a warmth spreading through his chest at the thought of their upcoming dinner.] I do keep to my contracts, Ajax. Please rest assured that you've never bothered me, and neither do I see that happening in the future.
[The mention of exchanging contact details prompts Zhongli to search his memory, suddenly quizzical. It's then that he recalls Ajax's subtle gesture from earlier, leaving his number tucked within the folds of the newspaper Zhongli had been reading.] Ah, you're quite right, [Zhongli says, a smile playing on his lips.] I do have your number, don't I? I'll be sure to send you a message once I arrive home safely.
[The apparent rideshare does arrive shortly after, and Zhongli asks once again if Ajax will be alright on his own before he climbs inside the vehicle. He thanks him, once again, and once settled on the seat, Zhongli can't help but reflect on the events of the evening. The glaze lilies, now adorning the center of the event, serve as silent witnesses to the intricate dance of power and influence that defines Liyue.
Once home, pulling at the sleeves of his coat and taking it off, he stops and fishes his phone from his pocket.]
As promised, I have arrived safely.
Thank you so much for being so considerate.
I hope to return the favor one day.
I look forward to tomorrow.
- Zhongli
[(Later, Zhongli reviews the camera footage. He notes Ajax's presence in the event, wondering if the young man was lost or searching for someone. The toy business is a serious affair, after all, and the event drew numerous business figures. Was Ajax truly lost in the labyrinthine alleys of the city, or was there something more to his presence at the event? Well, something to think about later.)]
The Liuli Pavilion it is, then. [A chuckle, a warmth spreading through his chest at the thought of their upcoming dinner.] I do keep to my contracts, Ajax. Please rest assured that you've never bothered me, and neither do I see that happening in the future.
[The mention of exchanging contact details prompts Zhongli to search his memory, suddenly quizzical. It's then that he recalls Ajax's subtle gesture from earlier, leaving his number tucked within the folds of the newspaper Zhongli had been reading.] Ah, you're quite right, [Zhongli says, a smile playing on his lips.] I do have your number, don't I? I'll be sure to send you a message once I arrive home safely.
[The apparent rideshare does arrive shortly after, and Zhongli asks once again if Ajax will be alright on his own before he climbs inside the vehicle. He thanks him, once again, and once settled on the seat, Zhongli can't help but reflect on the events of the evening. The glaze lilies, now adorning the center of the event, serve as silent witnesses to the intricate dance of power and influence that defines Liyue.
Once home, pulling at the sleeves of his coat and taking it off, he stops and fishes his phone from his pocket.]
As promised, I have arrived safely.
Thank you so much for being so considerate.
I hope to return the favor one day.
I look forward to tomorrow.
- Zhongli
[(Later, Zhongli reviews the camera footage. He notes Ajax's presence in the event, wondering if the young man was lost or searching for someone. The toy business is a serious affair, after all, and the event drew numerous business figures. Was Ajax truly lost in the labyrinthine alleys of the city, or was there something more to his presence at the event? Well, something to think about later.)]
[ The return text does not come until many hours later, somewhere in the twilight hours of what some might call late night and others early morning.
Slumped on his own bed with the window still open from his unconventional entry into his own house, Tartaglia stares blankly at the ceiling, shocked into numbness. For surely that is what it must be. He does not remember how he arrived home. He does not recall much of anything except the growing agitation and panic turned despair that had snuffed out like a candle when the very last of the elite had left the venue.
Rex Lapis had been a no show.
His mission had been a failure.
And the only feeling that the Harbinger could even register was the dig of his personal phone into his thigh as the LED lights on the top blinked incessantly at him that he had one unread message.
For fuck's sake.
Had he been in a better mood, Ajax might have thought it quaint how Zhongli's punctuation even in text was perfect. How he signed his own name like a cordial letter as if it wasn't glaringly obvious who had sent the message in the first place.
Unfortunately, Tartaglia can only dredge up a simmering anger— directed mostly at himself. Was the intel bad? Had one of the other Harbingers set him up? He should have doubted being assigned a mission this good and this important after the Fatui had been in a standstill (or more like defensive) as they had not made any progress into Rex Lapis's territory for months. How naive to think they'd get a miraculous shot at him or even worse, that the Tsaritsa would have picked him out of all her Harbingers for the job.
(Tartaglia, you are a fool. And you will certainly come to pay for that sooner rather than later.)
He drags a hand down his face. ]
nice đ made it home safe too. sorry for texting so late. cant wait to see you tomorrow đ
Slumped on his own bed with the window still open from his unconventional entry into his own house, Tartaglia stares blankly at the ceiling, shocked into numbness. For surely that is what it must be. He does not remember how he arrived home. He does not recall much of anything except the growing agitation and panic turned despair that had snuffed out like a candle when the very last of the elite had left the venue.
Rex Lapis had been a no show.
His mission had been a failure.
And the only feeling that the Harbinger could even register was the dig of his personal phone into his thigh as the LED lights on the top blinked incessantly at him that he had one unread message.
For fuck's sake.
Had he been in a better mood, Ajax might have thought it quaint how Zhongli's punctuation even in text was perfect. How he signed his own name like a cordial letter as if it wasn't glaringly obvious who had sent the message in the first place.
Unfortunately, Tartaglia can only dredge up a simmering anger— directed mostly at himself. Was the intel bad? Had one of the other Harbingers set him up? He should have doubted being assigned a mission this good and this important after the Fatui had been in a standstill (or more like defensive) as they had not made any progress into Rex Lapis's territory for months. How naive to think they'd get a miraculous shot at him or even worse, that the Tsaritsa would have picked him out of all her Harbingers for the job.
(Tartaglia, you are a fool. And you will certainly come to pay for that sooner rather than later.)
He drags a hand down his face. ]
nice đ made it home safe too. sorry for texting so late. cant wait to see you tomorrow đ
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