[ There's a permanent flush to Ajax's ears as he pretends to not feel the burn of Zhongli's gaze upon him. His lips feel dry as he resists the urge to wet them, eyes once again flicking up to the faint blinking light of a security camera. C'mon, Ajax, keep it together. This is supposed to be a wholesome date where you are charming and endearing so that this guy thinks that you are attracted to his brain as well as his body.
And he was doing so well, too, hah! maybe he wasn't. Maybe he was doing awful, but that little amount of restraint and resolve crumpled under the weight of one very small and yet momentous realization.
Zhongli wants this too (wants it more possibly than Ajax himself).
Ah, but then there is the talk of loss, and that disconcerting feeling returns. Is there a price to pay for fanning the spark that has ignited between them? Ajax thinks not— despite knowing how risky it is to draw a civilian into his gravity. (And a native of Liyue at that. One of Morax's own.) But Zhongli seems to think that paying some price is an inevitability and not in the way the Land of Contracts preaches fairness and equal exchange.
Ajax turns to Zhongli, brushes a kiss to his temple at the touch to his knuckle. His grin is probably tangible as the loose bits of their clothes brush together in a soft swish of fabric and almost mockery of what they could be doing now instead of looking at worn stones used to kill time by people who were long gone from this world. ]
Sounds like a game I would be terrible at.
[ He laughs against Zhongli's skin, tilting his body just enough so he can mouth at the shell of Zhongli's ear with the camera none the wiser. He guides Zhongli not so gently then, pulling him to take a half dozen more steps that draw them farther and farther for that watchful blinking light. ]
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And he was doing so well, too, hah! maybe he wasn't. Maybe he was doing awful, but that little amount of restraint and resolve crumpled under the weight of one very small and yet momentous realization.
Zhongli wants this too (wants it more possibly than Ajax himself).
Ah, but then there is the talk of loss, and that disconcerting feeling returns. Is there a price to pay for fanning the spark that has ignited between them? Ajax thinks not— despite knowing how risky it is to draw a civilian into his gravity. (And a native of Liyue at that. One of Morax's own.) But Zhongli seems to think that paying some price is an inevitability and not in the way the Land of Contracts preaches fairness and equal exchange.
Ajax turns to Zhongli, brushes a kiss to his temple at the touch to his knuckle. His grin is probably tangible as the loose bits of their clothes brush together in a soft swish of fabric and almost mockery of what they could be doing now instead of looking at worn stones used to kill time by people who were long gone from this world. ]
Sounds like a game I would be terrible at.
[ He laughs against Zhongli's skin, tilting his body just enough so he can mouth at the shell of Zhongli's ear with the camera none the wiser. He guides Zhongli not so gently then, pulling him to take a half dozen more steps that draw them farther and farther for that watchful blinking light. ]
I don't like to lose anything.