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hydrangeabloom2023-10-21 10:29 pm
misfittoys) wrote in hydrangeabloom2023-10-21 10:29 pmMafia AU
[ A tale of two people leading double-lives and the inevitable misunderstandings that follow ]
misfittoys) wrote in hydrangeabloom2023-10-21 10:29 pm
Stroll in the Shadows
The Eleventh Harbinger being one of such people.
Tartaglia crouches patiently from his designated vantage point, dark clothing blending him into the Liyue night and blood red mask obscuring most of his recognizable features. (All except for his bright red hair, of course, but he had to live a little bit dangerously where he could.)
He'd been here for well over a couple hours, nestled between the beautiful Liyue architecture of two rooftops that would make it difficult for anyone that wasn't a bird flying overhead to spot him. A sniper rifle (his least preferred as well as least proficient weapon) was lain carefully across his lap, ready to be brought to aim at a moment's notice. In addition, two long and wicked knives were strapped to his person — one to his thigh and other tucked in the leather harness strapped around his chest. The chances of any close (and therefore enjoyable) contract with despairingly slim tonight, but yet that didn't dim the Harbinger's enthusiasm in the slightest.
Because tonight, Tartaglia's prey was Morax.
Morax, the infamous and indisputable (though not official) ruler of Liyue. Ruthless. Undefeated. And a thorn in the Tsarista's side as the Fatui could barely make an inch of ground into Liyue with how expertly and efficiently he protected his turf. But after weeks spilling into months of planning, Pierro finally found an opening at the mafia boss— a chance in a million to take him down in the open on the streets of his own city. And who better to be served such a task but the most brash and risky (and potentially expendable) of the Tsarista's Harbingers— the Vanguard and her 11th.
Tartaglia was practically buzzing with excitement as his handler Ekaterina droned into his ear piece about exact coordinates and final preparations. Thrice now had he been reprimanded for not listening but who could blame him when the most important mission of his life was to be executed mere minutes from now. If he didn't have the discipline of a trained hitman, he'd be nothing but restless motion and excitable laughter at this very moment.
But he could be patient. He could.
He glances once again (for the umpteenth time) at the now deserted side street and alley were Morax would be arriving soon.
Not much longer now. ]
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Following closely is a vivacious lady, her boisterous personality almost tangible. Despite appearing too young for such an event, her presence commands attention. The Director of the Funeral Parlor, she breathes life into traditional funeral rites, a vibrant figure in the midst of the city's shadows. She feels like a square peg into a round hole, and yet, she's carelessly talking loudly about the event, telling the other person in the car if they need help getting out.
Lastly, an elderly woman with knowing eyes and a pleasant face exits the car. Madame Ping, a renowned tutor to the elite — Tartaglia may have heard the latest Lawyer-made-Partner skyrocketing star, Yan Fei, who was a pupil of hers— and porcelain artisan, gracing the Liyue elite with her wisdom and craftsmanship. Her back may be curved with age, but she moves with a spryness that defies the passage of time.
Then, a lean figure turns the corner, draped in a long black coat. It's Zhongli, holding a bouquet of Glaze Lilies in his arms. The white flowers contrast against the darkness, splendorous and delicate, almost fragile, and he cradles them in his arms very carefully. Tartaglia may see the surprise on Zhongli's face, while the enforcer visibly stiffens, ready for any threat.
Yet, Zhongli approaches, and Xiao, the vigilant guardian, shifts a few steps forward, eyes scrutinizing the bouquet, the space around the Consultant and the street behind him, no doubt checking if there's anyone following him. A hint of tension hangs in the air. Director Hu, however, disregards any potential threat, almost shoving Xiao aside as she walks freely to Zhongli. It's too open, too careless, almost as if she's oblivious to the possible danger lurking in the shadows.
After he's guided to the venue's staircase, Zhongli hands the bouquet to Madame Ping, offering it in, if Tartaglia can read lips, memory of someone. The elderly woman seems touched, misty-eyed, as she touches Zhongli's arm, exchanging words. Zhongli politely refuses and suggests that them to go inside.
A nod from Madame Ping, and a glance to the visibly bothered Xiao, and Zhongli bows his head to the three of them, making to take his leave.
But Morax remains elusive.]
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The next person to leap from the car gives Tartaglia pause, however. That's Director Hu Tao — a name and a face that Tartaglia only knows because like any boy with a crush, he had scoured all information he could find about the mysterious chess player he met on the way to Teucer's school. Unfortunately for the object of his current obsession, with the resources of the Fatui at Ajax's disposal (unauthorized as it was), he was able to find out much about Mister Zhongli. Place of employment had been child's play to figure out, and it would be hard to forget the face of someone so young doing a job that was so difficult.
So Director Hu Tao had ties to Morax. Tartaglia supposes he shouldn't find that too surprising, considering the bodies had to go somewhere. And how much more convenient would it be if their cleaner was one of the best and most famous funeral parlors in all of Liyue.
He'd avoid her if he could just to be on the safe side. No reason to upset Mr. Zhongli by having his boss killed on accident. That would certainly damper the mood of his next interaction.
And so Tartaglia impatiently taps his forefinger against the top of his rifle, watching more and more people come and go from the area with eyes peeled for any sign of his prey. He doesn't have the best description of Morax unfortunately — just a crumpled blurry photo that showed off the man's dress more than his appearance. But certainly the infamous boss of Liyue would be identified easily enough by presence alone. Especially with Tartaglia keeping his eyes tightly trained on his enforcer.
And all would have gone gloriously to plan, too, had one other person not entered the stage. One equally incredibly handsome and clueless figure who was walking into a death trap without the slightest indication that he knew the danger he was in.
What was Mister Zhongli doing here?
What was Mister Zhongl—
Okay, well, obviously he was here because his boss was here. Was he still on the clock this late at night? And did he even know who these people were?! They were dangerous. Mister Zhongli could easily get caught in the cross-fire if Morax were to show up and—
The thrill and the adrenaline of the hunt freezes like shards of ice in his veins.
No. Oh no. No no no.
Within seconds, the sniper rifle is stored back into its hiding position on the rooftop as Tartaglia begins to madly strip anything off of him that might tie him to the Fatui — his red mask, scarf, the dark jacket, any other bits of protective armor. By the time he's scaled the side of the building, two dark alleyways in front of where Zhongli was headed, he's clothed in nothing but his black slacks, boots, and a now wrinkled red dress shirt as he scurries to intercept Mr. Zhongli and redirect him anywhere that isn't here.
But with what excuse? This whole event is so way above the paygrade of a toy salesmen — even an executive one. With only moments to make his decision and years of acting the part of a dumb foolish boy, Ajax ruffles up his hair to make himself look a little bit more unkempt and physically bumps into Zhongli like a drunkard stumbling home on his way back from a night out with co-workers. ]
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[ The pause and gasp is purposefully dramatic; the surprised widening of his eyes practiced: ]
Mister Zhongli?
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The Glaze Lilies in his arms, chosen for their significance, hold a weight of nostalgia. Zhongli can almost hear laughter in the rustling of the night breeze, feel warmth that makes the lanterns and the city lights feel cold to the sight despite their orange hue. The Liyue Harbor, with its bustling streets and serene sea, witnessed countless moments, wisdom, compassion, dedication to balance, and the inevitable departures from this world. The Glaze Lilies are his silent tribute, a gesture of remembrance for the one who brought him solace in the chaos of existence.
Approaching Xiao, Zhongli offers a small, appreciative nod, acknowledging the enforcer's silent vigilance. Xiao, in return, glances towards the shadows once more, ensuring that no unwanted eyes linger on their path. Zhongli continues forward, his steps steady and contemplative.
As he nears Director Hu Tao, the lively figure amid the night, Zhongli is drawn back to the present.] Good evening, Director Hu, [Zhongli greets her with a composed smile, the contrast between their personalities evident, but not without warmth nonetheless.
Madame Ping, the wise tutor and artisan, awaits the bouquet with a knowing gaze. Zhongli hands it to her, a momentary sadness flickering in his eyes.] In memorial, [he murmurs, lips forming the words with a quiet reverence. Madame Ping touches his arm in understanding, and their shared exchange carries the weight of many things unspoken.
Zhongli declines Madame Ping's suggestion to step inside, his gaze lingering on the venue's entrance.] My respects are incomparable to the blooms of these Glaze Lilies. Make sure they stand right in the center of the venue, [he says, the Madam stopping for a breath before she nods, despite a veil of melancholy in his tone. With a farewell nod to the trio, Zhongli turns to leave.
The streets, now devoid of the earlier bustle, guide Zhongli on his solitary journey home. The Glaze Lilies, once a symbol of shared laughter and understanding, now serve as a link to a past that shaped him. The night whispers its secrets, and Zhongli walks with the weight of memories, unaware of the approaching encounter that fate has woven into the fabric of this Liyue night.
Suddenly, Zhongli is jolted from his introspection as a young man collides into him. The unexpected encounter breaks the somber atmosphere, and Zhongli steadies the stranger with a gloved hand on his elbow.] Oh. We meet again, friend. [A faint smile playing on his lips as he looks into the surprised eyes of the young man. The memories of Guizhong, momentarily set aside, and Zhongli returns to the present.] Are you alright, Ajax?
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Most prominent being how Xiao circled Zhongli the most like a patient hawk, waiting to retaliate if anyone were to dare strike. (If Childe was not so single mindedly obsessed with leading Zhongli away from danger, he might feel the burn on those golden eyes upon him now. It was only the enforcer's self-imposed promise to not get innocents involved that stays his hand and his distance as he watches from afar.)
Secondly— despite being of lower employment status than the energetic Director Hu, all eyes rose to meet Zhongli's, heads lightly bowed in deference for those who knew the true nature of the man in their midst. How the glaze lilies he had brought would indeed be displayed front and center of this prestigious event. A feat outside the capabilities of most consultants — no matter how wise and charismatic they may be.
No, Tartaglia— now Ajax only has eyes for the slightly awkward and humble chess player as well as thoughts of his safety. He stumbles a step forward, wrapping his arms around one of Zhongli's as he takes another stumbling step away from the venue, attempting to drag Zhongli with him. ]
Xiansheng~
[ His voice comes out like a petulant whine. ]
You can't spring a surprise meeting on me like this. I haven't even had time to go buy the cookies yet!
'Sides, isn't it past your bedtime? You strike me as the kinda guy that gets up even before the birds do.
[ Through his earpiece, Childe is dimly aware of Ekaterina asking if he's just lost his mind. ]
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My apologies for the unexpected meeting, [Zhongli replies, his golden eyes holding a glint of amusement. He seems slightly off, like he can hold himself together but yet not want to, and using Zhongli as a support instead. No scent of alcohol reaches him, but perhaps his nose is oversaturated with the perfume of the blooms he had held a few moments ago.] And as for bedtime, I assure you, I adhere to no strict schedule.
[Ajax's attempt to drag Zhongli away from the place they're at elicits a gentle questioning, however. Is Ajax headed somewhere? Is he feeling unsafe?] You seemed to be quite rushed. Is everything alright? [Zhongli's gaze meets Ajax's, searching for any hints of distress or urgency in the young man's eyes.]
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When Ajax finally catches Zhongli's eyes, the concern he himself feels bubbling up in that golden gaze, he heaves a little sigh. His shoulders slump as he runs a hand through his hair, looking down for a moment. ]
Yeah. I mean, yeah. I think so.
Just caught me by surprise, Xiansheng. I mean, sure Liyue is mostly safe and all—
[ As safe as any large bustling center of commerce could be under the Qixing's watchful eye.
(Rex Lapis's too though no one is going to admit that.) ]
It's dark and you're by yourself on a mostly empty street. Just doesn't sit right me with s'all.
[ He straightens up a bit, still trying to lead Zhongli away. ]
Call it older brother instincts or something.
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He nods, his gaze unwavering, understanding the fears that seem to have rattled so much. After all, how many times have those monsters that Ajax seems to be so nervous about taken his own shape?] I understand your concern, Ajax. But rest assured, I've traversed these streets for years. Liyue holds no secrets from me. [He mutters with a low hum, echoing through the narrow street like an ancient melody resonating with the city's heartbeat.
Ajax guides Zhongli away from the clamor of the venue's door, his steps echoing into the silence until the soles of their shoes echo against the walls. As Ajax straightens, Zhongli's hand reaches out, a sculptor's touch, to gently reshape the dishevelled copper strands that still glimmer fire against the distant warm lanterns.]
Though I must admit, the notion of me being your younger brother is quite amusing, [he says, hoping to ease his stress.]
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(Didn't he know that some of the most dangerous people in Liyue were congregating a handful of streets over?! Oh... Actually, right. Zhongli probably doesn't have the foggiest idea.)
There's a hint of hesitation when Zhongli reaches out to brush back his hair. Tartaglia had been careful to keep Zhongli constantly on his right side to not ask about the ear piece that was nestled in the opposite ear. There was no way he was going to explain that away as air buds or anything similar. (Or maybe he could. This was a man who read a physical newspaper in this day and age.)
But that is soon internally shushed by his young infatuation with Zhongli. It's fine. It's fine. If he's careful, it'll be fine.
(And maybe the hint of getting caught just adds to the fun. Or if it would if Tartaglia wasn't potentially blowing the biggest job he had in his life.)
He grins and leans into the touch, his agitation too persistent to be completely wiped away from his face. ]
Mr. Zhongli is too kind to censor the word ridiculous with amusing. But that's to be expected of the eternal eldest brother.
C'mon. Let me buy you a cab or something. When's the last time you let someone fuss over you a little, huh?
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The offer of a cab is met with internal conflict. As Ajax makes to hurry Zhongli away, a pang of disappointment makes itself known—a surprise, in such a brief, fleeting encounter, like a story yet to unfold and he has no opportunity to explore it. He wonders if Ajax can feel the heavy, mysterious presence congregating in the nearby building. Perhaps that's why, as solemn as the night and event are, the redhead is so attuned to the dangers lingering in the air after they pass.] It's been quite a while but, Ajax, shouldn't you be concerned about yourself as well, then?
[For a foreigner like Ajax, the labyrinthine alleys are an intricate puzzle. Perhaps that's why he looks so frazzled. He sighs, drops his hand onto his shoulder.] I do appreciate your worry. It's just a shame we have to end our encounter like this.
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I am— [ He's not ] I mean, I'll be fine. Been in a scrap or two and know my way around them. Besides! I'll be headed home soon. I just have one little errand to run—
[ Assassinate the most notorious mob boss in all of Liyue. ]
And then I'll head straight home. No need to worry.
[ Tartaglia is a man of his word and his has a job to do. Tempting as it may be, he doesn't even entertain the thought of what could be if he was not who he was. He liked being a blade, wielded so expertly by Her Excellency. Not only did it put food on the table, but it gave his life purpose. Made him feel good. How many people could claim they did what they loved as their job?
(Zhongli probably. Zhongli could probably also claim that.) ]
It is a shame. A real shame. Haaaaaaah. But it can't be helped.
[ Ajax reaches up to place his hands over Zhongli, donning his best and hopefully most disarming smile as he looks over at him. ]
How about I make it up to you? Tomorrow. And the next day you're free. Just tell me when and where to be, and I'll show up. Anywhere.
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It's always an interesting time, when someone is strangely aware of the city's dangers, even though Zhongli himself mostly creates them.
Most, really. Soon enough, in the center of the event, the glaze lilies will shine bright and fragrant while disguising the 360º camera between the blooms, capturing every conversation and encounter. After all, while Zhongli has stepped away from his role, that doesn't necessarily mean he enjoys being none the wiser about the happenings in his land. Especially considering the latest intel that came through about a new group trying to poke and prod both territorially and monetarily, trying to tug free weaves of influence and sow something of its own.
Zhongli can't help but return the smile, his gaze softening.] Tomorrow would be wonderful, [he replies, a warmth settling in his chest.] How about the Liuli Pavilion for dinner? I'll be there to welcome you.
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Yeah. Yeah! Of course. I'll be there.
[ He squeezes the hand still pressed reassuringly to his shoulder. Yes. They will go to dinner and it will be wonderful. What better way to spend the evening after the most important mission of his life than being allowed to wine and dine Mister Zhongli. Maybe this whole night could be salvaged.
Ajax's other hand goes to his cell phone, supposedly to call for a cab but Ajax is much too paranoid for that, especially with Rex Lapis's minions all around. He sends a quick text to Vlad (one of his subordinates and more than once his getaway driver), quickly giving him instructions to act like one of the many rideshares in the city.
The next grin is a little more reassured. A little more carefree. ]
Text me when you get home, Mister Zhongli. And I promise to stop bothering you for the evening. Sound like a deal? Or a promise— oh wait, right right right. Liyue. Sounds like a contract?
[ It should be no surprise to anyone that Rex Lapis would not completely step down after being the most powerful man in the city for who knows how many years now. That kind of position is hard to step away from. So, is being in control of that much power and influence.
(So perhaps when Zhongli reviews that film later, he might catch the blurry outline of Ajax in the same civilian clothes he wears now much later than he was claiming to stay out this night. He lingers in the shadows of the venue with an intense look of frustration in his eyes. One, two, three frames pass before he disappears back into the darkness as if he was never there at all.
After all, how was he supposed to know that he was the one who sent his prey away?) ]
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The Liuli Pavilion it is, then. [A chuckle, a warmth spreading through his chest at the thought of their upcoming dinner.] I do keep to my contracts, Ajax. Please rest assured that you've never bothered me, and neither do I see that happening in the future.
[The mention of exchanging contact details prompts Zhongli to search his memory, suddenly quizzical. It's then that he recalls Ajax's subtle gesture from earlier, leaving his number tucked within the folds of the newspaper Zhongli had been reading.] Ah, you're quite right, [Zhongli says, a smile playing on his lips.] I do have your number, don't I? I'll be sure to send you a message once I arrive home safely.
[The apparent rideshare does arrive shortly after, and Zhongli asks once again if Ajax will be alright on his own before he climbs inside the vehicle. He thanks him, once again, and once settled on the seat, Zhongli can't help but reflect on the events of the evening. The glaze lilies, now adorning the center of the event, serve as silent witnesses to the intricate dance of power and influence that defines Liyue.
Once home, pulling at the sleeves of his coat and taking it off, he stops and fishes his phone from his pocket.]
As promised, I have arrived safely.
Thank you so much for being so considerate.
I hope to return the favor one day.
I look forward to tomorrow.
- Zhongli
[(Later, Zhongli reviews the camera footage. He notes Ajax's presence in the event, wondering if the young man was lost or searching for someone. The toy business is a serious affair, after all, and the event drew numerous business figures. Was Ajax truly lost in the labyrinthine alleys of the city, or was there something more to his presence at the event? Well, something to think about later.)]
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Slumped on his own bed with the window still open from his unconventional entry into his own house, Tartaglia stares blankly at the ceiling, shocked into numbness. For surely that is what it must be. He does not remember how he arrived home. He does not recall much of anything except the growing agitation and panic turned despair that had snuffed out like a candle when the very last of the elite had left the venue.
Rex Lapis had been a no show.
His mission had been a failure.
And the only feeling that the Harbinger could even register was the dig of his personal phone into his thigh as the LED lights on the top blinked incessantly at him that he had one unread message.
For fuck's sake.
Had he been in a better mood, Ajax might have thought it quaint how Zhongli's punctuation even in text was perfect. How he signed his own name like a cordial letter as if it wasn't glaringly obvious who had sent the message in the first place.
Unfortunately, Tartaglia can only dredge up a simmering anger— directed mostly at himself. Was the intel bad? Had one of the other Harbingers set him up? He should have doubted being assigned a mission this good and this important after the Fatui had been in a standstill (or more like defensive) as they had not made any progress into Rex Lapis's territory for months. How naive to think they'd get a miraculous shot at him or even worse, that the Tsaritsa would have picked him out of all her Harbingers for the job.
(Tartaglia, you are a fool. And you will certainly come to pay for that sooner rather than later.)
He drags a hand down his face. ]
nice 👍 made it home safe too. sorry for texting so late. cant wait to see you tomorrow 😍
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Thank you for your message.
I'm glad to hear you made it home safely as well.
Despite the late hour, it's heartening to know you're looking forward to our dinner tonight.
I hope you can get some rest after what seems to have been a long night.
Please take care, Ajax.
— Z.
[The next evening, Zhongli is seated at the Liuli Pavilion at a table tucked away in a secluded corner of the elegant establishment. The ambience is serene, the soft glow of lanterns casting a warm hue over the polished surfaces. As he waits for Ajax to arrive, Zhongli watches as tea is meticulously prepared and set before him, the waitress well-acquainted with his preferences.
A smile graces Zhongli's lips as he sips the fragrant brew, appreciating the familiar ritual. He knows he will leave the establishment without paying, as he always does, his tab taken care of by the arrangements made long ago. He gestures subtly to the staff, requesting that they maintain a discreet distance during the meal. There are matters to discuss, and he wants his guest to feel comfortable and at ease.
Ah, how interesting. Has he ever felt nervous about such a thing before?]
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(Did they care so little or expect so little about this whole thing? Thoughts to worry about later in the safety of his own room.)
It's a bit nerve-wracking, waiting for the other shoe to fall. But it does not, and so Childe slips away in the early evening, rushing home to get prepared from his dinner with Zhongli — the only bright spot in this whole fiasco.
If he had time, he would have bought a tin of those cookies he was so fond of. If he had time, he would have brought him a proper courting gift, perhaps too extravagant for a first (second?) date but extremes were more comfortable to Childe than not. If he had time, he would have gotten Zhongli a beautiful and terribly sappy bouquet of flowers where he paid extra for the florist to make sure it was artfully decorated according to something-rather about Liyue culture and history.
But he does not have time, so Childe shows up (on-time, not late!) wearing nothing more than a clean pressed pair of slacks and his signature crimson button up. (Two of the buttons are undone because of course they are! He has to keep up some appearances.) And in his hand is a single glaze lily he managed to buy from a young girl selling flowers on the way (that's what had been in Zhongli's bouquet so he must like them, right?). It's probably mass-produced in some greenhouse in Liyue but beggars can't be choosers as Childe strides into the room with an energy and confidence that he absolutely does not feel being as bone-tired as he is of everything today. ]
Mr. Zhongli~
[ Childe cheerfully presents the glaze lily with a little flourish of a bow and does not yet take a seat. ]
I hope I didn't keep you waiting. Traffic was murder on the way here.
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Not at all, Ajax, [he reassures him, gesturing for him to take a seat beside him.] You're right on time. Please, join me.
[As they both settle into their seats, Zhongli can't help but admire the flower in his hands.] This is a most fortuitous flower, [he begins, his voice soft with genuine appreciation.] Many glaze lilies are artificially produced in greenhouses, but this one... This one is a strain that only wild glaze lilies can be. Do you see how there are three stems here, instead of four?
[He chuckles softly, feeling slightly bashful at his own rambling.] Ah, forgive me. I seem to have gotten carried away. Thank you. This is a lovely gift.
[Realizing that he hasn't brought anything to reciprocate the gesture, Zhongli gestures to a passing waiter.] Could I trouble you for a tall glass of water, please? I'd like to keep this flower in there while we dine.
[As the waiter nods and hurries off to fulfill his request, Zhongli turns his attention back to Ajax. Very quickly a tall glass with water is set in front of them, and Zhongli places the lily in it. It should bloom soon, if the lighting of the restaurant is dim enough.] Tell me, Ajax, are you familiar with Li-style cuisine?
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Oh no, no— I like hearing about it. And I'd like to hear more. Though it was luck that brought you such a rare flower rather than any skill on my part. Aha~ not that I'm complaining.
[ Ajax hands smooth over the menu in front of him, the stylized Liyuen kanji blending into an unreadable mass before his eyes. Now, Ajax was well versed in the culture and language of Liyue. He'd been stationed here for quite a while after all. And even though the pronunciation of his k's and g's gave him away as a foreigner from Snezhnaya, he was capable enough to conduct all sort of over the counter and under the table dealings.
But this—
Stylized and slightly archaic way of writing— completely beyond him. Good thing he wasn't too picky about what he ate. ]
Not really, no. I think I might have tried it once during a business lunch but was too distracted by work to properly enjoy the meal. I'd love the chance to enjoy it properly.
[ The grin he gives Zhongli is eager as he slides his own menu under Zhongli's. ]
You'll take good care of me, won't you?
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Allow me, then, [he smiles at Ajax before turning to the waiter.] For starters, we will have the Spicy Tofu. And perhaps the Pork with Honey Sauce for our main course. We'll drink some chrysanthemum tea as well.
[As he speaks, Zhongli's keen gaze drifts to the glaze lily resting in the glass of water before them, the delicate petals of the flower unfurl gracefully, and he can't help but be delighted about it, his eyes warming.
The waiter tells him that the pork meat has been cooked slowly for 5 hours, so the timing is perfect for the dish.]
Wonderful. Does that sound agreeable to you, Ajax? [Zhongli inquires, curious.] Or is there something else on the menu that catches your discerning eye?
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He snaps quickly to attention when Zhongli calls out his name (as if his every sense wouldn't snap to attention at the wonderful sound of Zhongli's voice): ]
Sure. Sure. But do you mind if we also add a seafood dish? We are near the harbor, after all.
[ He brings a hand to his head, scratching it in confusion for a moment— ]
Or was that the other famous style of Liyue cuisine...?
[ And will he be given a disappointed frown from both Mister Zhongli and their waiter if he orders the specialty from another restaurant? Liyue merchants had a pride in their wares that was borderline ruthless after all.
Ah, Ajax continues to nervously ruffle his hair only to realize he is ruffling it and smooth it back down to something presentable at this establishment. ]
Never mind. That sounds wonderful. Let's start with that!
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It's beautiful, isn't it? [he remarks, his gaze gentle as he observes the delicate bloom.
When Ajax questions whether the seafood dish was from another renowned restaurant, Zhongli nods in confirmation.] Indeed, it is the Xinyue Kiosk specializes in Yue cuisine, particularly known for seafood dishes. Perhaps we can try that on our next outing.
[He pauses, considering Ajax's preferences with a touch of bashfulness.] I must admit, I'm not particularly fond of seafood myself, [he confesses, his expression sheepish.] It's a matter of texture rather than flavor. However, I'm open to trying dishes such as seafood tofu, where the seafood is incorporated differently.
[As he speaks, Zhongli reaches out to gently smooth down a stray lock of Ajax's hair, a gesture that feels oddly familiar. In the background, the waiter comes to serve them their tea, fragrant and heady.] There we go,[he murmurs, his touch light and comforting.] All tidy.
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That combined with the playful and affectionate touch to his hair has Ajax sporting a wide grin. Score! This was nice (really really nice) after the comedy of errors and no-shows that occurred last night. Finally, things were looking up! Ajax leans into the touch much like a puppy asking for more skritches but behaves (somehow) when Zhongli pulls his hand back even though he very much would like to indulge more.
His eyes drift over to Zhongli's always immaculately tied back hair, gears already visibly turning in his head as he schemes. ]
Hey hey, no need to be ashamed. We all have our likes and dislikes, yeah?
[ Except maybe for Ajax who would shovel anything and everything into his mouth, partially because they couldn't afford to be picky when he was younger and now because he was usually too busy in his double life to sit down and enjoy a meal like this. ]
It's settled then. One order of seafood tofu.
[ There's a moment of hesitation then, Ajax's features scrunching into something more boyish as he decides his next move. It's like chess, right? (It's not like chess.) Match your opponent but don't overextend. Don't be hasty!
And with all the nonchalance of a Fontainian blubberbeast, Ajax casually places one of his own hands over Zhongli's. ]
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[There's a sudden, unexpected warmth spreading through Zhongli as Ajax's hand comes to rest over his own. It's a simple gesture, yet it carries a weight of intimacy that catches Zhongli off guard. His heart skips a beat, his pulse quickening slightly as he meets Ajax's gaze with a soft, surprised expression.
Ajax's eyes hold a playful glimmer, his features reflecting a boyish charm that Zhongli finds endearing. Without a word, this is such a gesture that speaks volumes of something, and Zhongli, for once, finds himself at a loss.
Zhongli's gaze drops to his hand, the warmth of their touch sending a shiver down his spine. Slowly, he turns his hand—
—And the waiters slip by and announce the first round of meals to be served.] Ah. There we go. [He nods appreciatively for the waiters' service, and he removes his hand to point at the dishes before them.] This is the Spicy Tofu. Would you hand me your plate?
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