[Ajax's touch leads to an instinctive softening of Zhongli's expression. The warmth of Ajax's palm over his eyes is unexpected but not unwelcome. Trusting him comes naturally, and the playful mystery of this gesture brings a genuine smile to his lips.]
I promise. [His hands rest loosely at his sides, a picture of calm and trust.] My eyes will remain closed until you say otherwise.
[Zhongli's world narrows to the warmth of Ajax's touch and the muted sounds of the bustling museum courtyard around them. The anticipation of what he has in store only adds to the lightness he feels in this moment. For the first time in days, Zhongli allows himself to relax completely, to be led by someone he trusts implicitly.
He can feel Ajax's breath, warm and close, and hears the faint rustle of paper or fabric, the subtle sounds of Ajax's movements. The excitement in Ajax's voice is palpable, and Zhongli can't help but be swept up in it, a rare moment of pure, unguarded joy.
A surprise, then. The thought brings a soft chuckle from his throat.]
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I promise. [His hands rest loosely at his sides, a picture of calm and trust.] My eyes will remain closed until you say otherwise.
[Zhongli's world narrows to the warmth of Ajax's touch and the muted sounds of the bustling museum courtyard around them. The anticipation of what he has in store only adds to the lightness he feels in this moment. For the first time in days, Zhongli allows himself to relax completely, to be led by someone he trusts implicitly.
He can feel Ajax's breath, warm and close, and hears the faint rustle of paper or fabric, the subtle sounds of Ajax's movements. The excitement in Ajax's voice is palpable, and Zhongli can't help but be swept up in it, a rare moment of pure, unguarded joy.
A surprise, then. The thought brings a soft chuckle from his throat.]