[Silently, quietly, Zhongli watches the way the Knight traipses closer to the ever-looming rook, how it sweeps across the field with audacious intent. Interesting, how a single unmoving piece easily caught Ajax's attention. The board reflects the sharp, unexpected rhythm of their exchange, each move rippling outward with tension.
His smile deepens as Ajax once again opts for unpredictability. The knight is reckless, but its purpose is clear. To challenge, to provoke, to seize control of the narrative on the board.
But the battlefield is never as simple as one daring charge. He doesn’t move immediately, letting the moment and the intensity linger. His foot shifts beneath the table, unbothered by the scuff of Ajax's trainer, the polished leather of his shoe sliding up the side of it, pressing against the jut of his ankle. The movement is playful, as his toe edges beneath the hem of Ajax’s trousers, brushing against the socked beginning of his calf. The touch is fleeting but leaves a spark, like the current running between them.
With that, Zhongli moves one of his knights, emerging from behind what had seemed to be an impenetrable line of pawns. The piece darts forward, challenging Ajax’s knight in a manoeuvre that feels less like a counterattack and more like an invitation. A daring move that draws attention, pulling focus back to the knight now standing so near. Behind it, if he notices, there's yet another bishop that he has yet to take.
The rook remains steadfast in its corner, looming like a sentinel. He doesn't say anything, merely watches those ocean depth eyes swirl about the complexity of it all.]
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His smile deepens as Ajax once again opts for unpredictability. The knight is reckless, but its purpose is clear. To challenge, to provoke, to seize control of the narrative on the board.
But the battlefield is never as simple as one daring charge. He doesn’t move immediately, letting the moment and the intensity linger. His foot shifts beneath the table, unbothered by the scuff of Ajax's trainer, the polished leather of his shoe sliding up the side of it, pressing against the jut of his ankle. The movement is playful, as his toe edges beneath the hem of Ajax’s trousers, brushing against the socked beginning of his calf. The touch is fleeting but leaves a spark, like the current running between them.
With that, Zhongli moves one of his knights, emerging from behind what had seemed to be an impenetrable line of pawns. The piece darts forward, challenging Ajax’s knight in a manoeuvre that feels less like a counterattack and more like an invitation. A daring move that draws attention, pulling focus back to the knight now standing so near. Behind it, if he notices, there's yet another bishop that he has yet to take.
The rook remains steadfast in its corner, looming like a sentinel. He doesn't say anything, merely watches those ocean depth eyes swirl about the complexity of it all.]