Mafia AU

[misfittoys]

[ A tale of two people leading double-lives and the inevitable misunderstandings that follow ]

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[misfittoys]

[ 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.

[arcaico]

[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 affairs—his thermos, his newspaper—under 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.

[misfittoys]

[ 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.