hydrangeabloom | Mafia AU

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Mafia AU

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

[Zhongli can't help but smile at Ajax's earnest attempt, his eyes warm with encouragement as he watches him navigate the chopsticks with determination. Despite the initial struggle, there's a noticeable improvement in Ajax's technique, a testament to his willingness to learn and adapt.]

That's it, [he murmurs a gentle reassurance.] You're getting the hang of it. Just a bit more finesse, and you'll have it.

[With a careful nudge of his own chopsticks, Zhongli helps steady the piece of vegetable between Ajax's chopsticks, offering a supportive guide as Ajax attempts to lift it.] A little more pressure, [he advises, his touch light as he adjusts Ajax's grip ever so slightly.] Just enough to secure the food without crushing it.

[As Ajax makes another attempt, Zhongli can't help but feel a swell of pride at his progress.] Yes, like that, [he encourages, his smile widening as Ajax manages to lift the vegetable successfully.] Well done, Ajax. You're a quick learner.

[ Yes. Good. Praise Ajax more. He basks in it like a cat rolling around in a sunbeam. It's warm— warmer than the icy pride the Tsarista has for her youngest Vanguard. Warmer than his parents' thanks as he puts food on the table with a smile even if in hushed whispers they doubted the credibility of his occupation. Could a toy salesman (even the world's finest as Teucer liked to proclaim) earn that much? (No. No they could not.) Not quite as warm as the unending affection he has for his siblings and his siblings for him, but—

Zhongli's warmth was dangerous in its intensity. In how it quickly had caught Ajax's attention. If not for the fact that he had approached Zhongli first (and the crushing, er, stalking capabilities of a talented hitman like himself), Tartaglia would certainly doubt its authenticity on principal. But oh, lucky for him, that Zhongli had turned out to be exactly as presented — an old fashioned old soul of a funeral parlor worker.

Childe grins like a student who was just told they received full marks on their test: ]

A student is as only good as their teacher.

[ The words are corny, cliche and predictable— yet Ajax offers them eagerly anyway because the feedback loop the two of them have found themselves in. Flattery for praise in an endless circle even if it was obvious how much more thirstily Ajax drank from their interactions.

And speaking of corny and cliche—

With the next piece of vegetable clutched within the grasp of slightly trembling chopsticks, Ajax lifts it up to Zhongli's mouth so that he might taste the fruits of his teachings. Quite literally, in fact. ]

See for yourself.

[Zhongli's heart skips a beat as Ajax's chopsticks hover so close to his lips. There's a flicker of surprise in Zhongli's golden eyes, a silent question that hangs between them in the air. In this elegant, dimly lit restaurant, surrounded by the whispers of other diners and the gentle clinking of cutlery, Zhongli finds himself caught in this moment. It's not that he's averse to such gestures of intimacy. No, Zhongli has shared countless meals with friends and companions, relishing in the camaraderie and warmth of each shared bite. Ajax has been flirtatious since he sat down in front of him to play chess, writing his number sneakily on his newspaper by the obituary section, asking him out so boldly. But this—this feels different. This feels like a declaration, a bold statement of affection that Zhongli isn't entirely sure how to respond to.

To indulge in such a display of intimacy here feels uncouth, even if it's just a simple taste of food. And yet, as Zhongli meets Ajax's earnest gaze, he finds himself unable to turn it away.

With a soft exhale, Zhongli relents, parting his lips to accept the offering from Ajax's chopsticks. The taste is familiar yet new, a delightful blend of flavors that dance across his tongue. He will never underestimate the power of a connection forged through the simple act of sharing a meal, and this is one of those times that solidifies that.]

Mm, [Zhongli hums appreciatively, savoring the taste as he meets Ajax's gaze once more.] Delicious, [he compliments, his voice warming genuinely. Affection replied with the same kind.] Well done, Ajax. I'm impressed.

Mr. Zhongli! All these compliments are going to go to my head. You're going to make me blush.

[ Which he does — a deep pink that spreads across his nose all the way to his ears. Oh, but he's never embraced a blush so much in his life.

Eager to draw out even more praise from Zhongli, Ajax carefully picks up the next bite of food just as he's taught. His fingers blanch white a second as he almost loses his grip on the saucy vegetable, but sheer determination brings it to his mouth even as the lacquered chopsticks creak ominously. ]

Look. Look! Indirect kiss.

[ Ajax chomps on the next bite with a huge grin, more pleased than he should be with his own teasing. It doesn't matter that he's going to struggle and make himself like a fool for the rest of the night with these chopsticks. It doesn't matter if Zhongli even chides him for being well... being like this. (Because he also knows that Zhongli won't. For some reason, Zhongli is amused by his antics.)

He can't remember the last time he felt this at ease in another person's company. He can't remember ever paying so close attention to another person because he wanted to and not because he needed to for his job. He can't remember ever feeling this kind of emotional high off of anything that wasn't the clean slip of his blade between someone's ribs. And he is going to savor every minute of this dinner date.

Because it's now official a date now, isn't it? Yes it is!

Ajax places a hand before his mouth, swallowing as to not talk with his mouth full. His mama raised him with much (some?) better manners that that. ]

I bet you taste better.

[Zhongli can't help but be amused by Ajax's playful teasing, the blush that tints his cheeks only adding to his charm. He finds himself drawn to his infectious energy, the way he effortlessly weaves humor and flirtation into their conversation. The mention of the "indirect kiss" brings a soft chuckle from Zhongli, the idea of such a lighthearted gesture is both strangely jovial and delightful. It's a refreshing change of pace from the somber atmosphere of his usual encounters, and Zhongli finds himself enjoying every moment of it.

However, Ajax's final flirtation catches Zhongli off guard, causing him to choke slightly on his tea. His golden eyes widen in surprise, a faint flush dusting his cheeks as he struggles to regain his composure. This man. This man and his way with words. His way to push the boundaries just a bit further, stretch that line just to see if it'll break. He'll grant credit where it is due: Zhongli finds himself momentarily speechless, his mind racing as he tries to formulate a response, bringing up a napkin to dab at his lips.

He clears his throat and raises his eyes to meet Ajax's even before he has folded the napkin and set it on his lap again.

If that's how Ajax is being, then it's only fair to meet him halfway.] Well, yes. I do.

[ One chopstick falls to the table with a lacquered clatter and a scandalized pearl-clutching gasp. ]

Xiansheng!

[ Exclaimed as if Zhongli was being the rude boundary pusher this evening instead of yours truly. ]

You can't just say that! — Well, I mean you can. You did. But then I'm going to want to say something. Something that's not first dinner date appropriate. And that's not proper wooing, now is it? I'm trying really hard to be proper!

[ (Is he though?)

Explanation finished, Ajax picks up the fallen chopstick and slots it into place between his fingers just as Zhongli showed him not a few moments before. — And then holds his hand out expectantly for Zhongli to readjust his grip to perfection once more. ]

Unless you want me to be improper. Then that's a whole different story.

[Zhongli can't help but chuckle at Ajax's reaction, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he watches him scramble to recover from his bold statement. It's endearing, really, how Ajax pushes for the flirtation and then can't handle it when it's retaliated, all while maintaining a semblance of decorum.

It's refreshing, this openness and honesty, the willingness to engage in such playful banter without reservation. And Zhongli finds himself drawn to it, captivated by Ajax's infectious energy and charm. How endearing that he's setting a standard for courting him so strictly. He wonders what made him believe that he'd be clutching his pearls at this point.

With a deliberate motion, Zhongli adjusts Ajax's grip on the chopsticks, his touch lingering just a fraction longer than necessary.]

As much as I appreciate your efforts to be proper, Ajax, [Zhongli begins, his tone teasing yet sincere, voice low—the clatter had been enough to draw the attention of some of the staff, after all.] I have to admit, I rather enjoy your...impropriety.

[With a final reassuring smile, Zhongli releases Ajax's hand, his heart lighter and his spirits lifted. He leans back, pouring them both some more tea.] For now, let's focus on enjoying our dinner, shall we? We can save the improper behavior for another place.

Oho? Then I will my very best to be improper at all the proper times, Xiansheng.

[ The warmth to his hand (and his cheeks) return as Zhongli adjusts the chopsticks once more. While it is true that a way to Childe's heart is through his stomach (shared meals always had a certain emotional attachment to them), praise was a secret cheat code that fast-tracked the efforts much more effectively. And so Childe beams at Zhongli as he carefully picks up another piece, utilizing his instructions to the best of ability for a wobbly improvement. ]

So then should I ask you about your day? Or are you the kind of person who likes to keep your personal and professional life separate?

[ The tone is genuine as is the interest. But also Childe makes a mental note to look up proper tea etiquette (something he never cared about before) to make sure that he wasn't also supposed to be pouring tea for his lunch partner whenever his cup ran dry.

Ah— he probably should have paid more attention to such silly details at formal dinners among the Harbingers. ]

[Zhongli listens attentively to Ajax's question, his gaze thoughtful as he considers his response. While he's accustomed to keeping his personal and professional life separate, Zhongli can't deny the genuine interest in Ajax's inquiry. It's a welcome change from the usual small talk, a chance to share a glimpse of his life beyond the confines of the funeral parlor. He can't help but feel a sense of warmth and contentment settle over him. There's something inherently comforting about Ajax's presence, a sense of familiarity and ease that he finds himself drawn to.]

Well, you see, Ajax. I do work as a consultant for a funeral parlor, but I'm actually retired. There's not much excitement in my days anymore, I'm afraid.

[His eyes glimmer softly as he peers at him over his tea.] Though I suppose life does come with some surprises. The most intriguing gentleman sat with me for a game of chess a few days ago.

[He pauses, a hint of wistfulness in his eyes as he reflects on his past.] How about you, can I ask how was your day?

Retired?

[ The piece of meat Ajax was precariously balancing midway to his mouth hits his plate with a sad squishy flop. Say what now?! ]

At your age?

[ He whistles long and low as he attempts to pick up the now squished morsel once, twice— before trying to discreetly stab it without the other noticing. As long as he keeps his expression animated enough— ]

Man. I must be in the wrong profession. Ahhh~ our banker always did say there was more money in consulting.

[ Because really, how old could Zhongli be? Older than Ajax obviously but probably not even yet in his mid-thirties unless there was some Liyuen beauty secret that he was woefully unaware of. To think— retired and also living the lifestyle that could allow casual dining at this place! ]

I'm afraid my own retirement is even farther away today than it was yesterday. I was managing a deal that kind of— well, let's just say it fell apart. Badly.

So I really appreciate the invite, Mr. Zhongli. It's really taking the sting off, yanno. Bet I'd be sulking in ice cream and firewater otherwise.

[Zhongli chuckles softly.]

Yes, retired, [he confirms with a gentle smile, though there is a hint of nostalgia in his voice.] I suppose I may not look the part, do I? Perhaps I've managed to preserve my youth better than most, or maybe I simply have good genes.

[As Ajax recounts his challenging day, Zhongli listens with empathy, his thoughts drifting to times when he himself had been neck-deep in work, striving to keep his family afloat despite the odds. He admires Ajax's resilience, recognizing a kindred spirit. Hardy, driven. Ambitious, if he were to make assumptions.]

I'm very sorry to hear that, Ajax, [Zhongli offers sincerely, his gaze softening with empathy. He can't help but reflect on his past, the times when things went awry for his family. Those were days when he'd find himself neck-deep in work, dealing with the aftermath and trying to piece things back together.

Yet, amidst the memories, there's a sense of gratitude for the present moment, for the chance to enjoy a meal with someone as vibrant and spirited as Ajax. There's a genuine desire to offer comfort, to be a source of solace in times of trouble.] It sounds like you've had quite the challenging day. But I'm glad I could offer some reprieve. While ice cream and firewater may have their appeal, I believe enjoying a meal with good company may lighten your heart better.

[Perhaps this is an attempt at light-hearted conversation, but Zhongli can't help himself, shifting his weight on the stately chair of the restaurant and tracing the brim of his cup thoughtfully with the tip of his finger.] You're welcome anytime, Ajax. If you ever need someone to talk to or just a distraction from the challenges of the day, you know how to find me.

[As he speaks, the fingers on the cup move to brush lightly against Ajax's. Then, with a smile that could be described as coy, Zhongli leans in slightly, earnest. His security detail would have his neck if he could for offering his availability so promptly. But he's aware that Xiao always will defer to his own decisions, so he'll only have Zhongli's ears instead.]

Would you care to join me for a walk in the harbor after our meal? It always helps me clear my mind when I'm troubled. Perhaps you'd like that too?

[ Honestly, the sincerity in Zhongli's concern catches Ajax a bit off guard. Failure was failure, after all, and certainly nothing to be coddled over. He can't recall the last time someone had showed encouragement toward him over a mistake. But yeah, — yeah, Zhongli was the type of person who probably encouraged people with kindness and compassion. So it should come as no surprise that he'd be equally kind to Ajax even knowing nothing about what had transpired.

(Maybe if he really knew what Ajax had been trying to do, he wouldn't be so generous.) ]

You're sweeter than any ice cream, Xiansheng. I much prefer to be in your company. So don't too be too generous, yeah? Because I'll definitely take advantage.

[ What was meant to be flirty immediately backfires when Zhongli looks at him like that, however. Dear Archons, his face must be red as his hair at this point and still Zhongli had the audacity to look... what was that anyway? Fond? Ugh. (He's so down bad.)

Ajax's fingers twitch as Zhongli brushes up against them, itching to take Zhongli's hand in his. But he really shouldn't—

No. Why shouldn't he? Who was Ajax to not take every opportunity and embrace it for what it was worth? He wouldn't be where he was today if he was prone to reservation and safety.

So he takes Zhongli's hand, thumb brushing over the lines in his palm. ]

I'd like that. I'd like that a lot.

[ Now if only his words could be as smooth... ]

[They may not be as smooth, but they do cause a swell of warmth in Zhongli's chest, his heart skipping a beat at his words' unexpected tenderness and utter earnestness. He watches Ajax's fingers interlace with his own, the touch sending a pleasant shiver down his spine. It's a bold move, but he finds himself welcoming the gesture with a sense of anticipation, his own thumb finding a patch of skin to stroke back. This man, with his brash confidence and genuine charm, has managed to stir something within Zhongli that he hadn't realized was there.]

You're too kind, Ajax, [he replies with a gentle smile, his gaze lingering on Ajax's face for a moment longer than necessary.] But I wouldn't have it any other way.

[He makes to move his leading hand to the waiter, realizes it's the one intertwined with his guest's, and stops in his tracks with a squeeze of his fingers. He uses the other hand instead to turn his attention to the waiter, announcing their decision to indulge in dessert. He will not let go of that hand until the dish is slipped in front of them, and only after he explains how it makes a delicate concoction of sweetened lotus seeds and osmanthus petals, served with a drizzle of honey and a sprinkle of crushed pistachios. Zhongli can't help but steal glances at Ajax even as they eat, a smile as he takes the first bite.

Ah, he had thought that a small crush would have been for his younger, more impetuous years. How dangerous.

When they do leave the restaurant, the cool night air feels crisp against their warmed skin.

(And if the bill wasn't even shown at the table, strange as that is, no one complained. If Ajax protested he would be only met with surprised arched eyebrows as if no one knew what he'd be talking about.)] I hope you enjoyed dinner. It meant a lot to me to share this meal with you.

[ Holding hands with Zhongli like this is nice. The dessert that Zhongli ordered that Childe would not be able to pronounce no matter how hard he tried was nice. Being able to grin at the waiter with wide eyes that practically say "Look at how utterly hot and refined my date is" is nice.

What is less than nice is that Childe is beaten to the bill without even knowing that a battle was being waged. And as sweet as the gesture is, his pride will not stand for it! ]

Xiansheng—

[ His voice is a bit of a petulant whine even as he keeps one hand carefully tucked away in the older man's elbow, letting the both of them wander to the famed night market of Liyue, tucked away at the docks of the Harbor that was said to be the founding part of the city. Liyue, being a central hub of commerce, never slept. And such a phrase was doubly true for the night market.

(Anything and everything could be bought there after all. For the right price and the right client.) ]

It was nice. Really nice. I enjoyed it a lot. But—

C'mon, you have to let me get you something in return. Ah, you even got dessert. I'm much too well-off to be a sugar baby! And I want to spoil you, too.

[Zhongli can't help but chuckle at Ajax's insistence. It's endearing, really, how Ajax refuses to let Zhongli shoulder the burden alone, even in something as simple as paying for dinner when the restaurant is under his Family's wing.] You're very generous, but I assure you, I do not intend to make you a… [A pause.] 'Sugar baby', as you say. I have helped the establishment before, hence their allowance of our meal with no charge.

[As they wander through the bustling streets of the night market, Zhongli basks in the sense of familiarity. The sights and sounds of the market are a welcome contrast to the quiet elegance of the restaurant, a reminder of the vibrant energy that pulses through the heart of Liyue Harbor. It's a scene he's appreciated for so long, yet one he hasn't had the time or initiative to explore, even with no business in it.]

It's been quite some time since I've visited the night market, [Zhongli muses, his gaze sweeping over the bustling crowds with a sense of nostalgia.] I must admit, I've missed these streets.

[Despite his retirement from the family business, Zhongli still maintains a keen interest in its affairs. And yet, in moments like these he can't help but feel a sense of freedom, a release from the weight of responsibility that comes with the stepping down of his position.

As they wander through the market, Zhongli finds himself drawn to a stall selling intricately carved jade ornaments. The pieces are exquisite, each one a work of art in its own right. He pauses to admire them, his fingers tracing the smooth surface of a delicate pendant.]

Perhaps we can find something here to commemorate our evening, then? [Zhongli suggests with a smile.]

[ No charge at the Liuli Pavilion. No charge at the Liuli Pavilion! Ajax makes a face— it's hard to say exactly what kind of face. Skeptical that Mr. Zhongli really did walk away from such a prestigious establishment bill-free. Intrigue that perhaps funeral services could be bartered for high-society living (had any of the proprietors of the place died recently?). And just a quirk of amusement that perhaps his solo chess playing crush just might be quite the connected individual in Liyue. Something else to stalk— um, investigate, yeah— investigate when he had a chance.

Ajax is perfectly content to let Zhongli lead them through the stalls, one hand snugly kept in the crook of the older man's elbow as he leans over his shoulder to hum appreciatively at this or that. He cranes his head forward a bit to get a better look at the jade Zhongli is currently touching, wondering idly exactly why that caught his interest over the plethora of other carvings laid out before them. ]

Like matching things? That would be nice. Oh— oh! Or something that can be split into two parts and you keep one half and I keep the other.

[ The shopkeeper, a middle aged Liyuen man dressed in dark blue traditional clothing, swallows a sound at that looking back and forth between the newly arrived "couple". Oh dear me. Oh dear my. Clearing his throat behind one hand, Bolai addresses them with a pleasant if completely customer-service smile.

"You have quite the eye for craftmanship, sir. That piece that has caught your attention is quite the antique, supposedly carved by one of the followers of the Geo Lord many many centuries ago if you believe that such a figure ever existed. Regardless, it is of the highest quality jade, treated expertly by both heat and water."

He takes a step back, hand gesturing widely another selection of his stock. All with price tags that make less "fortunate" customers pale and immediately lose interest.

"However, if you are looking for something meant for two, I have a few items I could show you." ]

I want to see the jewelry.

[ Ajax oh so not helpfully supplies as he pokes at the finely carved spikes of a jade dragon. ]

[Ajax's suggestion of finding something that could be split into two parts, each keeping one half, strikes him in a way that he hadn't expected. It's… a romantic notion, one that speaks to a deep connection. Jewelry has always held a special significance in Liyuean tradition, often given as tokens of allegiance or love. To wear another person's adornment is to symbolize a deep connection, a bond that transcends time and space apart.

As Bolai, the shopkeeper, speaks of the piece Zhongli had been admiring, his interest is piqued even further. The idea that it was carved by one of the followers of the Geo Lord centuries ago adds a layer of mystique to the already exquisite piece. He can't help but feel drawn to it, his own familial connection to the Lord of Liyue slipping into the surface of his mind from a strict and devoted upbringing, a sense of reverence washing over him at the thought of owning such a piece of history. But Ajax's request for jewelry brings a smile to Zhongli's lips, a fondness for the young man's enthusiasm evident in his eyes.

To look at the future, or the present, more than the past. Perhaps that's a better alternative.

With a nod, Zhongli gestures for Bolai to show them the selection of jewelry, his eyes scanning the various pieces with a keen eye. He's searching for something that would capture the essence of their relationship, something that would symbolize their connection in a meaningful way.

And then he sees it—a pair of intricately carved jade earrings, one depicting a dragon and the other a phoenix. In Liyuean tradition, the dragon and the phoenix are often seen as symbols of harmony and balance, representing the union of two opposites. They can be worn alone, but placed together, and they click into an entanglement as they are displayed now. It's a fitting choice, Zhongli thinks, even if perhaps too bold in its significance. Maybe Ajax would not know of it and read into it.]

What do you think about this?

[ Bolai, a merchant who with a straight face has dealt with some of the unruliest and prideful individuals that the Liyue underbelly had to offer, cannot help but form a small 'o' with his mouth as Zhongli points to that specific set of earrings. Surely, the price is something to balk at as are many of his wares — the cost of the jade usually an invitation to see his other merchandise, after all— but this, this was a veritable priceless token of information. And completely unheard of in all the time since the mantle had changed hands to its young (now retired) leader.

"A heart of stone" they had whispered about the new Rex Lapis. Not prone to vices and indulgences like many that had come before him. And yet, here he was doting on this young man (whose bloody reputation also proceeded him). One of the favored of the Ice Queen herself. Surely. Surely, he must be dreaming. He feels faint. Lightheaded almost.

And through it all, Ajax remains oblivious to every distressed thought in Bolai's spinning head. ]

Oh, this is really pretty.

[ Casually, and without asking, Ajax takes the dragon earring and holds it up to the lobe of Zhongli's ear, testing if its magnificence would hold up to Zhongli's. The jade was a darker more purer color than the baubles one might find in the tourist traps of the city proper. And as such, it nicely complimented the vibrant gold of Zhongli's eyes.

Yes, yes. Pretty indeed. ]

I gotta say I'm a little surprised that a scholar like yourself is partial to this kind of thing. But Liyue loves its rocks and dragons. Why should Mr. Zhongli be any different?

[ With one last discerning tilt of his head, Ajax swaps the dragon for the phoenix pressed against Zhongli's ear. He hums a bit to himself, waffling on whether he preferred the symbol of power on display for all to see (hot!) or the elegant and graceful tenacity of the never-dying (also hot!). ]

This one's nice, too. Not often you see this kind of bird in the local wares. And what a power combo, yeah? That which cannot be defeated and that which can never die.

[Zhongli watches with a mix of amusement and fondness as Ajax takes the dragon earring and holds it up to his own ear, distracting him from the glance he throws Bolai for his lack of control over his facial expressions. It's a small thing, but the gesture speaks volumes and draws Zhongli in immediately, the warmth of Childe's hand so close to his face in the crip night breeze.

Zhongli considers Ajax's words for a moment, his gaze drifting to the dragon earring in his hand as he tries the phoenix on him instead. There's a certain allure to the elegant and graceful bird, power in steadfastness, permanence, presence, cycles, changes… but the dragon is a symbol of tenacity and resilience that resonates with him on a deep level, and always has. His eyes flicker back to Ajax, the spirited quality that burns within him evident in the playful glint in his eyes.

With a smile, Zhongli takes the dragon earring from Ajax's hand, his fingers lingering for a moment longer than necessary as he places it near Ajax's ear.] I think the dragon should be on you, [he says softly. He meets Ajax's gaze, his own eyes alight with a twinkle.] And I should keep the phoenix. After all, you do have a certain fiery quality to you. And this way, we'll have a memory of this night to carry with us wherever we go.

[He tilts his head, watching the jade contrast with the copper of Ajax's hair. Like a setting sun over a clear pool.] Does that sound agreeable?

As if I could ever forget you, Mister Zhongli.

[ Ajax cocks his head to the side just so, enough that he can preen a little for Zhongli as the other holds the earring up to his ear. Dragon would not be his first choice for legendary creature dangling from his lobe— but the thought of the cool jade brushing up against his skin as a constant reminder of this gift or the thought that Zhongli might give him a small subtle smile if he were to catch him wearing it—

Well, that was all that Childe needed to be convinced. Convinced to wear it almost every day, in fact. ]

But yeah, yeah. It's agreeable. More than agreeable! Just give me a sec, and I—

[ With practiced ease, he slips his current earring off (a ruby red gem mined from the heart of the frozen nation to the north) and tucks it away into his pocket. The next tilt of his head comes with a very expectant look. ]

Go ahead then and put it on! I'll do the same for you.

[ Ajax grins brightly, almost giddy in how much he was enjoying himself and how much he was enjoying time with a someone who would have been just another stranger not a handful of days ago, but now seemed a complimentary match in every way. How did he manage to get so lucky. But oh— that also reminds him. ]

Oh! And I'll pay for both, of course, Boss!

[ He cheerfully addresses Bolai without ever taking his eyes off Zhongli. ]

[There's a certain charm to Ajax's confidence, a playful energy that draws Zhongli in like a moth to a flame. He can't help but admire the way Ajax carries himself, the easy grace with which he moves through the world. As though such a simple thing carried glory with itself and Ajax stands there as the only one in awe, unapologetic.]

I wouldn't dream of forgetting you either, Ajax, [Zhongli replies softly as he meets Ajax's expectant gaze. With practiced ease, he takes the dragon earring and gently places it on Ajax's ear, his fingers lingering for a moment longer than necessary as he steps just a fraction closer.]

There, [he says softly, his breath ghosting over Ajax's skin as he steps back, admiring the way the jade contrasts against the copper of Ajax's hair. He looks at the earring, fingers tracing and making it dangle from a very boyish lobe. Zhongli smiles, and it's not without its fondness as he admires it and its wearer.] Perfect.

[As Ajax cheerfully addresses Bolai, Zhongli can't help but feel a twinge of guilt at the thought of Ajax paying for both of their earrings.] Ah, I did forget my wallet, considering the particularities of our dinner. So I appreciate it very much. [What a generous offer, one that Zhongli finds himself unable to refuse despite his better judgment. With a bashful smile, he accepts the gift, his eyes casting low as he removes his own earring for Ajax to place the new one instead.

Bolai watches the exchange with a mix of surprise and awe. Here stands Rex Lapis, the well-respected and feared magnate of Liyue's most powerful family, cavorting with Tartaglia, the Vanguard of the Shnezhnayan equivalent. It's a sight that would have been unthinkable not too long ago—or recently. Bolai prides himself in knowing and navigating through the shifting alliances and unspoken tensions that simmer beneath the surface of Liyue's criminal underworld, but he had never thought this would happen right before his stall, before himself.

Rex and Tartaglia stand together in the heart of the night market, surrounded by the sights and sounds of Liyue Harbor, and it feels ritualistic, like a bond forged in the fires of adversity and strengthened by the trials of time has been shaped this evening. Like heralds of doom, or the end of Bolai's world as he knows it.

He's sure this is either a Golden opportunity or Karma would befall him for two thousand years.

Zhongli, meanwhile, tucks a lock of his dark hair behind his ear, and offers it with a tilt of his head as he awaits Ajax to do the same with the counterpart of the pair. ]

[ And Tartaglia, smitten smitten Tartaglia, does not notice the stiffness to which Bolai plucks the card from his hand. Does not hide his exuberance at being allowed to spoil the man that he so thoroughly fancied. Does not even bother to realize he's using his "company card" instead of his personal one, the logo of the Northland Bank emblazoned proudly upon the silver surface.

No, Ajax is much too busy hurriedly fumbling with the earring so that he might hang it from Zhongli's elegant lobe. The gentle care in which he pushes it in rivals the care that he shows his younger brothers and sister while play fighting, fidgeting with it juuuuust enough so that it catches the lantern light just so. The feathered texture pulls at Ajax's with some strange nostalgia, but from where he doesn't know. ]

There. Perfect.

[ A grin stretches wide across Ajax's lips, admiring. ]

How lucky for me that you forgot your wallet.

[ If only Ajax knew—

He half-turns on his heel, tucked up against Zhongli's side again as a blank-faced Bolai hands him back his card. It is a testament to his will that the the shopkeeper does not react to that remark (for his own health and welfare). ]

Shall we see what else the night has in store for us, Mr. Zhongli?

[As Ajax carefully places the earring on Zhongli's ear, he feels a flush of warmth spread across his nape. It's been a long time since he's received a gift so eagerly, and he finds himself bashful under Ajax's enthusiastic gaze. The weight of the earring feels different on his lobe, unfamiliar yet comforting in its presence. He glances at a nearby mirror to see how it looks on him, but he's so quickly distracted by his companion's bright smile that he doesn't even notice the card that Ajax flashes so exuberantly.]

Thank you, Ajax, [he murmurs, proper manners and grace at being offered something with so much meaning behind it, no matter the spontaneity of the moment. He offers Bolai a polite nod.]

Thank you for your assistance, Master Bolai. I wish you a good evening. [The shopkeeper's stiff demeanor is not lost on him. He knows the man is likely shivering to the bone with the realization of who he's dealing with, but Zhongli is not one to flaunt his status. He prefers to keep a low profile, to let his actions speak for themselves. He almost feels guilty.

Even if Bolai himself is counting every recent transaction he made and if it ever not benefited the dragon of Liyue.

With his attention back to Ajax as they make their way through the night market, Zhongli allows himself to truly feel the comforting warmth of the younger man tucked up against his side again, drawn to it more than he should care to admit. He's not used to being treated with such enthusiasm, to being wanted in such a way. He wonders, his thoughts drifting to the younger man in a way that he finds both exhilarating and terrifying if he enjoys this because he likes the attention or because he genuinely enjoys Ajax's company. But then he catches sight of Ajax's profile, the copper strands of his hair catching the warmth of the streetlights, the way that his eyes seem to glimmer, a contrast to how they usually look like darkened depths, as though borrowing from the life of Liyue itself. Zhongli is not accustomed to, the sensation of being wanted, of being cherished. And yet, as he looks down at Ajax's smiling face, he realizes that he could grow used to it, even if it feels like a selfish indulgence.

No, he's not enjoying this because he likes the attention. He's enjoying it because he likes Ajax—likes the way he fits into the fabric of Liyue, the way he moves with such effortless grace despite his outsider status. There's something undeniably magnetic, something that leaves him wanting more.

So he takes him with a smile to an antique shop, and a traditional toymaker stall allowing the craftsperson to talk shop instead of Zhongli, giving him tips on how to select the proper jade, despite the shopkeeper trying to swindle them. He then tugs Ajax closer, so they can walk along the harbor and the piers, listening to the sailors and the workers as they either prepare to stay the night or an early departure the next morning.]

I hope I am not stealing too much of your time, [Zhongli says after a while when the hullabaloo is muted by the distance.] I wouldn't want you to feel obligated to spend so long away from your family.

[ The rest of the evening is spent in a whirlwind of stalls and booths and lengthy explanations with Ajax hanging on Zhongli's every word. He is perhaps most animated at the toymaker's, absorbing with rapt fascination the centuries old hand-made traditions that have been kept for the simple kites and dolls when mass-produced machinery created the lion's share of the modern market. And even if he did get swindled a bit when Zhongli wasn't looking, Ajax does purchase a bit of jade at well above market value — a plan for later spinning in his head as he tucks it away before the older man can notice.

As they drift along the pier, Ajax catches Zhongli giving him a look more than once though he's not sure exactly what the other is thinking about and can't stare for too long lest he be considered rude.

Has he done something off-putting? Fumbled important Liyuen culture? Have something on his face from one of the sweets he had purchased for the two of them to share (even though Childe's belly was so full from everything he had eaten today).

Ajax is so absorbed in investigating his own behavior under a microscope that the hesitance and doubt in Zhongli's voice catches him completely off guard. And oh, that won't do. That won't do at all! Good thing Ajax was a confidence booster extraordinaire — both for himself and others when the need arose. ]

Now now. Mister Zhongli.

[ Ajax's hands go to smooth the already impeccably starched and flat collar of his coat. The smile that has been there all night still beams up at him even though it is tinged with the promise of a person who is definitely going to have a little fun at someone else's expense. ]

I'm having a great time. One that I'm sure my sweet princess of a little sister will tease me for when I slip back home at this hour. But—! I wouldn't trade it for the world, and I certainly will not have you returning home thinking that you were demanding or a bother when that couldn't be further from the truth.

You're quite the catch, don't you know? Handsome. Well-connected. A perfect gentleman.

[ His hands slide lower down Zhongli's chest and down those abs that were almost making him jealous. Maybe the consultant could give him some tips on this subject, too, later. ]

And ripped! Though why are you hiding that under all these layers of clothes? —No, actually, that's for the best! It makes me feel special to know that I might be one of the few who knows that little secret.

[When Ajax suddenly smooths his collar and beams up at him, Zhongli feels his heart skip a beat. The younger man's touch, the confident yet playful tone of his voice, it's all so...bold. Unaccustomed to such overt affection, Zhongli finds himself feeling shy, a soft flush creeping up his neck and bowing his head. Which is a mistake, as he watches those long fingers slide lower down his chest, brushing against his abdomen. The touch is electric, sending shivers down his spine. Being touched so freely, so eagerly, it takes everything in him to maintain his composure.

Zhongli clears his throat softly, a bashful smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he meets Ajax's gaze.]

You flatter me, Ajax. [His voice is soft, a nervous chuckle preceding a touch of playfulness in his tone despite the shyness that lingers in his eyes.] I'm not accustomed to such bold compliments. But I must admit, it's...refreshing.

After all, you're quite the charmer yourself, [Zhongli continues, his voice softening as he reaches up to gently brush a strand of hair from Ajax's forehead.] Handsome, daring, and full of life. [He gently places a hand over Ajax's, his touch light yet steady, a silent acknowledgment that it's not something he's rejecting.]

I'm glad to hear you're having a great time. I am as well. [His gaze softens, his smile growing warmer.] And as for my layers of clothes, well, perhaps it's a good thing I have you to see through them.

[The words come out more flirtatious than he intended, but Zhongli doesn't mind. It's a new feeling, this ease and warmth, and he finds himself enjoying it more than he expected. He doesn't want Ajax to recoil, doesn't want to lose this newfound connection. Instead, he wants to nurture it, to see where it leads.]

Shall we continue our walk? [He suggests, his voice gentle as he looks out over the harbor.]

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