[A whirlwind of playful need mixed with competitive spirit, the two collide in a way that sends a ripple of amusement through him. The younger man's open expression, unfiltered desires, the way he communicates so plainly with no hesitation or coyness; all bring about a certain kind of whiplash that Zhongli is still getting used to.
Zhongli watches as Ajax moves his piece across the board without a second glance, the action seemingly rushed, hasty—but upon further inspection, it's clear that it's part of a well-calculated plan. He takes in the positioning, the strategy behind it, and the subtle brilliance that shines through the playful exterior.
How interesting.
Zhongli's golden eyes flicker with intrigue. He makes his next move, a more defensive one, aligning his pieces in a way that invites Ajax’s advance—come catch me, his position seems to say.]
Well, then, I can't help but wonder... should we continue this game?
[His hand remains intertwined with Ajax’s, his thumb tracing slow, thoughtful circles along the younger man's skin, his gaze lowering to count the freckles on his cheeks, on his nose, and then the line of his lips.] After all, it’s only a game. And it seems to me that our wills are already quite evenly tied.
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Zhongli watches as Ajax moves his piece across the board without a second glance, the action seemingly rushed, hasty—but upon further inspection, it's clear that it's part of a well-calculated plan. He takes in the positioning, the strategy behind it, and the subtle brilliance that shines through the playful exterior.
How interesting.
Zhongli's golden eyes flicker with intrigue. He makes his next move, a more defensive one, aligning his pieces in a way that invites Ajax’s advance—come catch me, his position seems to say.]
Well, then, I can't help but wonder... should we continue this game?
[His hand remains intertwined with Ajax’s, his thumb tracing slow, thoughtful circles along the younger man's skin, his gaze lowering to count the freckles on his cheeks, on his nose, and then the line of his lips.] After all, it’s only a game. And it seems to me that our wills are already quite evenly tied.