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      GUIZHONG .

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      icb a singular fandom hc woke her up i’m ?

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            looks at morax ;  and sighs dreamily . . .

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can’t help falling in love with you

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au where guizhong and zhongli become aranaras and they live happily ever after

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characters who die and are resurrected

but will always remember exactly what death feels like

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it must go without saying that zhongli finds guizhong just as beautiful as he did the day they met, as said adoration could easily be seen by watching how his eyes light up when she is around. he looks at her as if she were the most beautiful treasure in the world, and to him, she may as well be. but he is not the only one with eyes on her.

he is not oblivious to those who spot her on the street, eyes blown wide when they spot her walking among them. they can’t be blamed, really; he, too, was the talk of the town when he appeared out of nowhere as “ zhongli. ” for her, this is to be expected. even so, he sees each of them, hears the comments they make, and a bit of his younger, aggressive self attempts to resurface. of course, nothing ever comes of it—he made a promise to be kind after all—but the thoughts exist nonetheless.

the sun has begun to fall by the time their walk ends and they stop for tea, yet the same thoughts plague him even as she sits at the opposite side of the table, eyes on him. zhongli sighs, more at nothing at all than at her, and he sets the cup he had been holding back on the table, just as full as it had been moments prior. had guizhong looked close enough, she could have noticed the faint tears at the tips of his gloves and the marks left behind on the cup in question. it’s a miracle the poor thing hadn’t been shattered to pieces already.

“ forgive the suddenness of the topic, but i have noticed as of late that you are quite popular with others in the harbor. it seems someone else is always talking about you. all of their constant attention… does it not bother you? ” no one aside from her would be familiar with this particular yet subtle shift in tone, though perhaps that is a good thing. it means he can say everything he needs to in as few words as possible and still get his point across.

it may seem as though he is jealous, but he wouldn’t quite call it that despite the proof that jealous is exactly what he is. zhongli– morax has simply always been more beast than human, and though most his draconic features and habits have since fizzled out, it must be clear now that his occasional inability to share has returned full force. perhaps it’s silly to believe he could lose guizhong to another, much less that she would willingly choose someone else. still, he would rather not take the chance.

            blue eyes fell upon everything ,  all the time ever since she first stepped on the harbor .  to see such nation thriving ,  helped and guided by her most dearest friend ;  there was some sort of proud feeling within the goddess that was hard to describe .  well ,  hard to describe in words .  she was sure that each look she gave the other would be enough for anyone to know and understand what she felt .

      the woman moves her long white hair over her shoulders ,  giving a smile and a small thanks when given the tea morax had ordered for them both .  cup is brought to her lips ,  eyes closed as she savors the taste ,  all the while gently holding the ceramic in her hands .  “   hmm ?   ”   guizhong starts ,  placing the cup on the table and leaning a bit closer to him ;  eyebrow raised at the one who held her heart in his hands .

      and then she giggles   —   how could she not ?  no matter how many thousands of eons she was away for ,  and no matter how much morax had actually changed ;  some parts of him remained the same ,  didn’t they ?   “   oh my dearest one ,   ”   her hand moves ,  a gentle grip on his gloved one ,  and the smile she always wears softens at him ,  blue eyes locked on golden ones .   “   do you wish it did bother me ,  so you could put an end to it and relax about it yourself ?   ”

      “   it does not bother me ,  no .  perhaps because for me ,  it never changed ,  did it ?  to me ,  time hasn’t altered much . . .  so ,  it feels natural to me .  although i do not blame you ,  after all -  in truth ,  it has been so long since it last occurred ,  in front of you .   ”   a small sigh ,  yet the smile never falters ;  nor does the look she gives him (   so full of awe and love ,  and how she wishes he could see it   ) .   “   i . . .  not much bothers me ,  you know so ?  and if it did ,  i know i’ll always have you there to help me make it better .  so do not worry -  alright ,  my one ?   ”

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            imagine this 5′4″ft tall woman squishing your cheeks and calling you adorable and saying she is proud of you . . .  i would cry -

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      SHE SHE SHE !

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“what could have been”

guili week 2021/2022 day 3 - promise/oath

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@lovedlily asked: " Remember everything I taught you... W-When I'm gone. Promise me?.. " dying guizhong ask <3

blood has never bothered morax before. countless times, he's spilled it without a second thought and no remorse. but now it's hers. it stains his hands and the white of his robes and the point of his spear now that he's torn it from her body, and nothing he tries will ever wash away the sight. guizhong struggles to speak in his arms, soft voice broken to pieces by shallow gasps. they both know she doesn't blame him for this. she was in pain before he even arrived, and finishing the job was as merciful as he could have possibly been. at the same time, he takes full responsibility for allowing her to be hurt in the first place. had he just been a little faster, more attentive, this wouldn't have happened. he wouldn't have to let her go.

slowly, with a touch far too gentle for someone like him, he rests a hand over the one she cups his cheek with and squeezes his eyes shut. " i won't forget, i promise, " he says, not even bothering to hide the shake in his voice. sadness isn't something he's used to expressing. now, though, it seems he has no control over it. never before has anything pushed him to tears, and he wishes it had stayed that way. the last thing she sees from him shouldn't be so pitiful.

he hears everything that follows all too clearly. she exhales, shaky and quiet, and doesn't breathe in again. her heartbeat slows to a stop, and the silence that follows tears his heart to shreds. the hand against his cheek has since gone limp, yet he refuses to let it go. if anything, he holds it tighter, hopes that maybe if he holds it long enough then maybe he'll feel movement. maybe he'll wake up from this horrible dream and realize she was alive and well by his side. nothing ever happens, and he's forced to reopen his eyes and see how lifeless hers are now.

soon enough, he feels her crumble against his face and slip between his fingers, soft skin dissolving into fine dust. the sight of death is nothing new; countless corpses have laid before him in the past, and morax never batted an eye. where he alone kneels in the field of wilting lilies, it's like there had never been anyone else there with him. somehow, seeing nothing at all is worse than having proof that someone is gone.

time passes, though he's not sure how long. all sounds of distant battle have since been drowned out, muffled entirely by the sound of his lonely heartbeat and shaky breathing, and there is no way to know if it's getting closer or drifting farther away. he doesn't care. if it's leaving him, good. leave him to mourn in peace. if not, so be it; let the war come back to him, give him a method of letting out the anger he can't direct at himself forever. let him tear apart those who took guizhong from him.

( nothing ever comes and the anger fades in time, so all there is to do is grieve. he wonders if he truly would have had the will to fight, or if he would have let himself fall with her. it's for the best that he was left alone. )

when he finally, finally attempts to stand, his fingers brush against something at his side. it's something small, barely noticeable, yet it grabs his attention anyway. in the midst of the heartache, he had almost forgotten the gift she had left him. a catalyst, forged from sturdy stone and entrapped within a bright ring. he remembers how excited she had been while forging it, talking on and on about her work with a smile. it would have been impossible not to hang onto every single word she said. according to her, all of her wisdom was contained within it, and it was up to him to unlock it, somehow.

her wisdom always far exceeded his, her puzzles far too complex for someone more focused on war than strategy. now, as he clutches it tight within his hands, he vows to make an effort. surely she would have loved to see him understand, and to see things the way she did. guizhong was everything he isn't... but perhaps he could change. a promise was made to remember everything she taught, and he would keep it until his dying day. his word was not to be broken.

guizhong always wanted morax to learn how to be kinder and to adore those they ruled over. to honor her memory, to make her proud even in death, he would start now.

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            “   is that the reason you tell yourself for coming to see me ?   ”

      the goddess is ,  without a better term ,  amused by this whole interaction .  a little smile stays on her lips ,  kind as ever ,  but cautious as well ;  she knows not to poke fun of the other too much ,  after all ,  she is no fighter (   does she know how to fight ?  yes ,  but her previous death can easily debunk anything she says   ) .

      yet ,  even with all of this ,  guizhong still serves the other a cup of tea .  even if unexpected ,  the fatui in front of her is still a guest ,  right ?   “   i’m almost flattered ,  really -  to know that i was just brought back to life and already have attention like this set upon my shoulders . . .  your lot surely knows how to make one blush .   ”   is said ,  the smile she wears now hidden by her drinking from her own cup ,  bright blue eyes always glued to the other .

❛  we  should  keep  our  eyes  peeled  for  twigs  who  may  have  a  nefarious  agenda .  ❜   //   @starwield​ !

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      no thoughts just guizhong being the big spoon when cuddling with zhongli .

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      discor.d drop down below !  feeling like plotting so !   MUTUALS ONLY !

PICHU PICHU!!!#6451

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            how many times do you think zhongli got himself injured back then by being so reckless and guizhong took care of him ? ? ?  because i think yes -