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The winds blow softly, making a hypnotic sound and shaking the red leaves on the trees. Some of it falling into the water and creating a ripple. The motion of water and the reflected sunlight gives an illusion that something is shifting slightly. It enhances the mystery and beauty of Luhua Pool, giving no other obvious change despite currently hosting an extra person in its water.  

Childe— no, Ajax blankly stared at the overflowing blue around him, eyes absently focusing on some fish. His thoughts have been turning round and round, just like the fish in front of him. This fish appears to have taken a liking to him, twirling around and picking at his hair. It's a cute playful fish worthy to be pampered and Ajax usually will coo at it, but his mind is currently elsewhere. He just can't make sense of it.

‘How can Zhongli be Morax?’

Besides the ridiculous development that the God he has been searching for months is actually the same person that has been dining with him almost every day—


(’How scary...’ Something in Ajax whispers. It sounds afraid and thrilled at the same time.

How can he smile, tell stories and eat with him as if he doesn't have the power to fatally wound Ajax?

Ajax bitterly realized how many openings he gave away. Zhongli is always so steady without changing his rhyme. It is a lulling sort of peace. He never did give a reaction when Ajax purposely tried to provoke and needle him at the start of their relationship.

‘What makes you think he won't kill you later?’, the voice whispers sweetly.)


—Ajax still can't wrap around his head that Zhongli is Morax. Klutzy with mora Zhongli, who can't cook quickly to save his life and always savor his tea like some kind of tea connoisseur?

Keeping aside that (endearing) part of him and his own mixed feelings, Ajax it's genuinely confused.

Wasn't Morax supposed to be a Warrior God? A fierce dragon that successfully defeated other Gods that threatened Liyue in the past? How can he be that unassuming consultant who seems to have an endless story to tell?

From the few interactions Ajax has with dragons in Snezhnaya, they're always callous and cruel to other beings. They're powerful but arrogant, only holding themselves as a special existence. Even among their species they hold those pride and won’t associate with other dragons, seeing only themselves as the most important.


(It is that arrogance that makes their downfall. Childe always did have the most fun while fighting them. He always comes to that brink between life and death whenever he must deal with them.

It is one of the reasons that makes him very excited when he is sent to Liyue.

Unfortunately instead of the thrill and satisfying scars, what he got here is a wound that can’t be defended with his blade. It is a wound that does not cause his flesh to separate and tear, but still manages to be even more painful than that.

Because the wound is not physical.)


Surely even if the region is different, Liyue dragon will have some similarities? How can a person like Zhongli—

Ah. Of course. Ajax wants to slam his head at the rock behind him. So he did. Letting out a few bubbles while at it.

Turns out that having an epiphany underwater is a bad idea. Childe gasp as he burst out of the water and hold his bleeding head. Cursing he slowly trekked back to the land. He can't believe how stupid and careless this realization is.

Morax's true form is said to be unknown. Although he is often depicted as a majestic dragon, there's a talk and record that said Morax is part Qilin.

Of course, expecting him to act territorial like other dragons is a no-go! Childe wouldn't have wasted a few weeks messing around Adepti's domain if he know this!

“Why is everyone obsessed with only the Dragon part? No wait, why didn't I think of that! “ Childe mutters furiously while walking back to the Northland Bank. Ignoring the whisper and suspicious stare thrown at him.

Walking back to his room, he take out the files named “Beings to Fight in Liyue”, flipping around until he got the section he want to.

Qilin. One of the illuminated beasts in Liyue, a creature with supernatural abilities, including heightened combat prowess, extreme longevity, and the ability to speak human language. The Qilin are gentle creatures who refuse to harm any animal, living a vegetarian lifestyle, with fur as soft as clouds. However, when they do not live in times of peace, they will fight.

“Huh, that makes so much sense.” Childe trailed off. Actually, he remembered halfway that in Liyue, a dragon is depicted as not only powerful but also wise, symbolizing both power and leadership. So even if Morax being part Qilin is not true, it still fits Zhongli's temperament.

Still imagining him as a part of a gentle beast like Qilin makes it easier to connect Morax's identity with the man Childe once knew.

But what use is knowing this fact now?

Suddenly the files in his hands become less interesting and feel even mocking to him. Childe silently closes it and put it back into the hidden compartment.

The next times Childe decides to sink himself, he stays under the water for much longer. If the first time he sinks into Liyue water was for the sake of ruminating and filtering the information that shook his world, then the times after that are purely for the sake of dealing with his emotion.

To put it simply, Childe like to drown his feeling. Literally.

After Osial, when he stays too long in Liyue Harbor, there's an urge to search for lakes. Usually, he will end up heading to Luhua Pools. It's because no one loiters there aside from a few treasure hoarders. The fact that the water is clean also makes it an easy choice, he likes to appreciate the view around him.

”Xiangsheng, you’re not joking when you said it's beautiful!” Childe can't help but gasp at his surrounding.

He received a smile, before the man standing beside him replied with fondness that can be heard, eyes already looking from the start to see his reaction,  “Of course not, I did say I will bring you to the most wonderful place in Liyue. I’m glad, it seems you have taken a liking to this place?”

“Yes! The water is very clean and the pools are fascinating too! Oh, I wish I can share this with Tonia, she would love it. I should’ve brought my kamera.” Childe cant help to lament. His princess always appreciates the scenery he encounters on his journey. This place might be one of the best places Childe has visited in Liyue.

A hum of thought escape the man's mouth. His gaze is still fixated on the redhead instead of the beautiful scenery around him,  “Hmn, Tonia is your sister correct? Although I too, didn’t bring any kamera with me, there’s a talented painter named Veemer that recently looks for inspiration from this place. It is said that he likes to wander around here. Perhaps we can see if he got some painting you can buy for your sister.”

“Huh.”

“Huh?” Amber eyes look at him questioningly.

Holding his laugh, Childe said with a grin,  “I mean, of course, you would know a painter that likes to wander around beautiful spots. Sure then! Let's walk around and maybe we will bump into him. You can tell me the stories about this place while at it.”

A nod and a satisfied smile,  “My pleasure. Luhua Pools has been said to be an ancient garden made from deep pure affection. Although no one is sure whose affection it is and toward who that feeling is directed. Two statues stand tall near the pools as if guarding the garden. People have said that those statue eyes will light up sometimes—”

“Can the statue move?! You think they’ll make a good fight?” Childe gasped in delight at the prospect of a fight.

A startled laugh before, “Childe, please wait—”

It's not as if Ajax has other reasons to choose these pools. 

Besides he doesn’t want to take a dive into Liyue Ocean. The last time he did it in Snezhnaya the current send him far from the shore. It's better to do it in still water. Although the ocean current is not what Ajax is actually worried about. 

It won't be a problem if not for the fact that some fishermen somehow mistaken him for a mythical siren, and thus proceed to crazily chase him with their boats and nets.

'What a bunch of nutcase', Ajax sincerely hope they have a good catch of normal fish this year. 

The chase itself has been fun. Although as much as he appreciates it he can't let himself be caught. What will Her Majesty The Tsaritsa says if she receives news that her youngest harbinger got mistaken as a siren and is being worshipped in some small village? Ajax cant even imagines how awful the rest of Harbingers will react to that hypothetical news.


(Signora's reaction will be so annoying, Childe might finally abandon restrain and kill her on the spot. Though the point is moot now that she is only an ash.)


Shaking his head to clear his thought, Childe looks around him, making sure no one is around before stepping into the water. 

It is different from the first time he did it, where he choose the first deep pool he can see. Rushing and desperately trying to calm down, less he slaughters an innocent due to his turbulent emotion.

He slowly swims until he is floating above the deepest part of the pool. Childe let himself float a bit before taking a deep long breath and allowing his body to sink naturally.

Like all the times he does this before, he is relaxed, not minding the increasing pressure underwater. Instead, he relished in it.

Ajax makes sure his heartbeat becomes calmer the deeper he goes, almost like meditation, taking care to not waste any oxygen. The vision at his waist pulse softly, glowing with hydro energy and painting the water around him into a more vivid color. 

Arriving at the bottom of the lake, touching the deepest point of it, there Ajax is alone with no one to bother him except for a few curious fish. As usual, the view under Luhua Pool water is clear and breathtaking, matching the surface beauty. The scattered ruins and rocks give Ajax a nice place to sit and lean on. Some fish looks at him and his vision curiously.

There are no other aquatic creatures besides them. Luhua Pools is loyal to its stories as a garden filled with affection, everything here can give a sense of tranquility and gentleness, even deep underwater.

The water pressure is comforting, almost like an enveloping hug, and Ajax let himself relax despite the danger that might happen if he loses control of his heartbeat and vision.

He might accidentally drown for real then. 

The thought of disappearing under Liyue water, without anyone knowing nor without making a last hurrah on the battlefield unsettled him.

It become the last anchor he hold down there. A thought that he clings on to make sure that he doesn't lose himself in the comforting embrace of deep water. 

There's still so much to do left. His siblings need him, his vow to Her Majesty The Tsaritsa still holds, and he hasn't seen Zhongli since before going to Inazuma. Even if they're not on speaking terms at least Ajax wants to see him again (and again, and again, and—) before heading to what might be his last battlefield. 

Although, saying that is an exaggeration. Something that only comes to his mind because he's hopelessly and pathetically romantic at heart. It shouldn't matter if he never sees Zhongli before going to the battlefield. Because Ajax will always come back even if he must drag himself bloody and in pieces. He will always have a chance to meet that frustrating man.

Because he won't rest until The World and The Gods lie defeated beneath his heel.

Besides, He has a hydro vision to help him. Breathing underwater is a skill that has long been mastered by him, although he still can't do it infinitely. Where normal people or even other hydro vision holders will be unconsciously unnerved by the possibility of water replacing their breath, it is not the same for Ajax. 

To him the few moments of nothing but just water surrounding his body are strangely soothing.

It reminds him of the time in the abyss. Where he, still much weaker then, use his vision to jump into the water and hide from the abyss creature.

Sure, the water in the abyss is no ordinary water. It was poisonous after a long contact, yet it is still a better option than being found by other abyssal creatures stronger than him. Creatures that will take every opportunity they can to eat and devour him. 

Moreover, even though there are also some aquatic creature that swam in the poisonous water, Ajax at least still have a better chance to fight and escape with his vision. Easily making a weapon or distraction with the water around him. He even starts developing his lovely narwhal there. 

Surrounded by poisonous water and creatures, Ajax finds a place of both safety and desperation. Constantly diving into the water of the abyss gives him the drive to learn control better, so the water and whatever creature hiding there won’t harm him. He also learns how to heal from poison while at it. 

All while Master Skirk will always watch him carefully from the shore. She will assess his progress, reminds him when it's time to leave, and sometimes even gives him more inspiration to become stronger. 

In the abyss, inside the water is where he feels most safe, apart from his Master's side.

But here in Liyue, there’s no Master. 

There’s no sibling to distract him.

It aches something terrible in Ajax's chest, because Liyue used to be warm. It almost feels like home.

But no more.

So he returns to the familiar water, where it feels more safe, much like a creature of the depth he truly is inside.

Ajax will try to stay under as long as he can, prolonging his stay until his body can't take it anymore. Using his vision is a last resort when his body doesn't have much energy left. He will reluctantly control the hydro around him to send him up. When he emerges, everything will be muffled either from lack of oxygen or an after-effect from the underwater silence and pressure.

There'll be dizziness, but it is worth it for the few moments he becomes one with his element. There's only him and the water and no one else. Free from thoughts of his next missions, about Zhongli, about Liyue.

But of course, nothing lasts. Not for him. Ajax is never that lucky.

One of Zhongli's Adepti saw him.

One moment he is peacefully closing his eyes and enjoying the flow of water and fish around him. There are still two more minutes before his body will scream at him. Ajax is wondering if he can push it into 3 more minutes. His peace is interrupted by a sudden grab on his waist.

Before he knows it, there's a sudden pressure of air and he is being dragged up to the surface forcefully. By the time he registered that he is somehow being hauled to the land, Childe is coughing and sputtering, because he didn't expect to breathe yet.

The rude intruder that caused his current suffering is reeking with Anemo. They seem to be screaming at him.

It is Adeptus Xiao, Childe realized while gasping due to sudden oxygen. Some involuntary tears are dripping from his red eyes, triggered by the body's reaction to the sudden difference in air pressure. His hearing has still yet to come back, and he is having a hard time comprehending what the person in front of him is saying. 

By the time Childe can take a breath without coughing his lungs out, The Guardian Yaksha is snarling at him— like, like he just kicked his plate of almond tofu.

Actually, Adeptus Xiao looks as if he is trying not to kick Childe himself back to the lake.

"What are you doing foolish mortal?!"

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Here he is, for once not causing chaos and trouble. Instead, it comes to him in the form of a snapping green little man. Childe wants to crawl back into the lake. 'Why is The Guardian Yaksha here?'

“Are you listening?! Has the water got into your foolish brain?” The Adeptus looks furious.

“Mn.” Childe nodded without listening, staring at the wet ground in confusion. He knows this Adeptus has been following him for days now, but he was sure before he sank into the lake that the Anemo present has left.

'Did Adeptus Xiao pretend to leave and then come back?  Or does he hides farther?'

Oh, Childe should’ve expected that. Maybe he shouldn’t have waved cheekily at Adeptus Xiao yesterday. The Adeptus has been spying on him from the high mountain ground near the harbor—

"It’s called Mt. Tiangheng, Childe. You would love the view of the sea and harbor up there. It’s especially breathtaking at dawn. Perhaps you would be interested to go there on one of our walks?"

"Xiansheng, I would be sleeping at that time!"

"Even though you always wake so early to train and perfect your skill in combat?"

"How did you even know that??"

"You make such commotion, of course I would know."

"But I purposely trained outside The Harbor. The only loud sound I made is from some fallen tree or cracked rocks!"

"Exactly."

—but Childe can’t help trying to provoke him after being stalked for so long. Unfortunately, instead of a spear hurling at him, he only got a blast of air before the Anemo presence is gone.

Childe thought that was the end of it since the presence has not come back for a while. The bruise he can feel forming said otherwise.

Hissing in pain, Childe feels his waist and lungs throb. He is pretty sure he swallowed some water. Whatever air he can maintain in his body feels like it has been punched out of him. If only The Adeptus swims like a normal person, but NO .

This person just has to slam into the water and burst out of it like a freaking geyser. All while clutching at him tightly.

Gripping the wet cloths that covered his bruise, Childe cant help the increasing irritation in him. He is miffed. No. To be honest, he is more than miffed. He is sad and mad, as Teucer and Anthon like to say he is smad .

Xiao too seems to be at the end of his wits. Pinching his eyebrow like he gained a massive headache.

'Good for him', Childe thought viciously, arms become tense when The Adeptus hold his arm to pull him up. 

“Come, we’re going back to the harbor.” The Adeptus sighed after helping him shakily stand up, voice still filled with venom but hands strangely gentle, not putting as much strength as before. He then turned his back as if expecting Childe to just follow his words.

' Just like a certain person.'

“No,” Childe mumbled, feeling like something is stuck in the back of his throat. Was it water?

“…What?” Amber eyes gaze back at him in confusion.

“No.” This time Childe makes sure his voice is heard loud and clear, despite the hoarseness that can't be covered. He needs to be firmer, less he gets strung along like before. 

Childe decisively turned around and stepped back into the lake, already missing the tranquility that he can only get under there. He continue to speak without emotion, voice flat and not leaving room for any quiver, "I'm not sure why you did this, but.."

“..You should’ve left me there.”

Before Childe can get more than a knee-deep in the water, he felt his wrist being grabbed by a small hand that belies its strength, turning him around forcefully.

“Are you out of your mind? No, perhaps you’re more foolish than I thought.” The Adeptus is glowering at him with eyes that hold a mix of emotions Childe can’t comprehend. It seems to be more than ire.

Suddenly the feeling of uncomfortableness and dread he has been trying to ignore rushed back without a warning. Childe ducks his head, not wanting the amber gaze on him. 

'Why is it that color anyway? It should’ve just be green like his hair.'

(Rex Incognito, a book series that always describe Rex Lapis as having a pair of amber eyes, no matter what shape he takes. 

The book is right. Because ever since Childe meets him, Zhongli's eyes have never changed.)

Shaking his wrist to pry the vice grip on him, Childe frowned at the persistent pang he gets when his heart beats, “…Let go.”

For a few minutes, only silence remains, both at a stalemate and not wanting to speak. The only thing that broke it was the sound of struggle and water splashing as Childe tried to step back. He digs his heels into the ground and tugs at his captured hand harshly, but to no avail.

The grip only seems to become tighter. Childe is on the verge of forming a bunch of spikes with the water around them to stab this annoying Adeptus, shaky political balance be damned. The longer they struggle the more the water around them trembles in response to his distress, slowly floating and forming sharp ends.

“You…”, Xiao stiffened feeling the danger and concealed desperation from this man.

He has been trying to deal with this mess swiftly, intending to bring this strange Harbinger to Bubu Pharmacy, before calling Rex Lapis to deal with the rest of it and returning to Wangshu Inn. He was only supposed to watch after all.

But seeing him like this, bristling as if Xiao is the one that is cornering him with his sharp spear, the thoughts that have been on the back of his mind since seeing this person under the water of Luhua Pools come back.

As an Adeptus and the last Yaksha, Xiao has encountered many people. He naturally knows that a mortal that has been blessed with a vision has a certain affinity with their correspondence elements. The intensity and manifestation of these quirks can be different in each person. Sometimes, it's not even noticed by the vision holder themselves, their days passing be only for chasing their ambition.

An Anemo vision holder often has a talent for the arts or music. Sometimes they can even hear the wind or Lord Barbatos himself. A person with a Dendro vision can unconsciously cause the harvest or the flower on the land they reside to grow more. A Pyro vision holder will rarely get burned, and so on.

Meanwhile, someone with a Hydro vision usually has a penchant for not getting sick no matter how drenched they become. Naturally, some also showed the ability to hold their breath inside the water better than anyone.

So Xiao, still covering his presence and elemental signature even so far away, watches from afar as the harbinger looks around for any observer before slowly diving under the lake. He thinks nothing of it when the Harbinger stays longer than normal mortal should be able to.

He occasionally checks as the harbinger appears to sink deeper into Luhua Pools. At the time Xiao can still see him moving a little bit, occasionally playing with the fishes around him.

It tested Xiao's patience to wait for the Harbinger to come out of the water. But The Yaksha decided to let it be since he will emerge eventually. Because despite being tainted by the abyss some part of this person is still unbelievably human.

The Guardian Yaksha as usual, only watched from afar, counting the minute passing by slowly. He's not so impulsive to immediately involve himself with a mortal when there's no actual need.

But this fool never comes out.

And he eventually stopped moving.

The longer the time goes by, the tenser Xiao become. When he decided to look at a closer distance, The Harbinger is still on the base of the lake without any change in his position. He looks as if he belongs there, surrounded by crystal water and colorful fish. His hair becomes the only other bright color while the grey of his outfit blends with the water around him. The vision on his waist shimmers faintly.

Someone with aesthetics might appreciate and wax poetic about it, but at the time something in Xiao screams that is wrong.

Because even as a Hydro vision holder, no human being should be able to hold their breath infinitely. The only possible being that can stay under the embrace of water for such a long time is an elemental. 

Aside from Rhodeia of Loch, a refugee from Fontaine who now resides in Qingce, the last known Hydro elemental in Liyue is Bonanus .

(Mortal has long forgotten their name. 

It is inevitable, the days in their lives are short-lived yet bright, just like a lantern light that is destined to fade out, their originally mesmerizing color soon fading away. Even the records of events that they tried to pass on will disappear in the end. But Xiao and The Adepti of Liyue will always remember. 

Hundreds of hydro crystallizations littered around, their soft glows reflecting the drizzly rain. On another day the appearance of those many geo reactions would've made a stunning scene, with some Adepti laughing and cheering in the background. 

But that day, red is mixed among the glowing crystals, it flows on and on slowly, staining the water muddy.)

The mere thought of it makes him lose his breath.

Despite the surroundings being different. Even though the weather and the people are not the same,  a sense of urgency engulfs him. 

Before he realizes it he has already grit his teeth and rushed into the lakes himself, bringing the Harbinger back to the shore. There's no time to waste and Xiao did not want to deal with another case of being 'too late'. 

Especially when this person has been entangled too much with Rex Lapis.

Right now, dripping wet from his spontaneous decision, Xiao is receiving a glare from dark blue eyes that hold no light. Water droplets floated around them ready to turn into spikes and strike him down. Mind whirling and emotion not quite stable, Xiao speaks the words that hopefully can defuse this situation,

"R— …Zhongli Daren.”

“What?” Childe gasped in surprise, focus so shattered the water around them unnaturally stilled abruptly, not expecting that name being said.

The Adeptus seems to be taking a deep breath, before stating his decision firmly. His eyes are burning with determination, glowing with a color that Childe now realize is a light amber.

“If you don't come back to Liyue Harbor right this instant, I will drag that funeral consultant here myself.”

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'Unbelievable.'

Just from that sentence alone, Childe can guess that one, this Adeptus probably knows that 'Zhongli' is Rex Lapis, and two he also somehow knows about the previous relationship between 'Childe' and 'Zhongli'.

'Wasn't The Adepti supposed to act above mortal and ignore almost everyone? Or does he not count since he manages to get involved with their Archon? Nevermind how did he even know?'

He might be thinking too long without responding, because after a few seconds of gaping like a fish, somehow Xiao took that as permission. Or perhaps The Adeptus just took his change, not giving Childe time to react. 

Anemo swirling wildly around them. The world becomes a blur, the air seems to clutch and pressed around them. It sends an alarm into his stunned mind and Childe realized,

'This Adeptus is teleporting them to Liyue Harbor!'

One second they're knee-deep in the water of Luhua Pool and the next seconds they're suddenly standing at the gate of the Harbor.

Momentary confusion fading, Childe hissed, throwing every cautiousness for politics out of the window, and tackled the infuriating man in front of him, 

'THE AUDICITY!!'

Xiao, in fact, seems to be somewhat expecting that course of action, not faltering in surprise. Soon both of them, 11th Harbinger and The Guardian Yaksha are rolling on the ground like a pair of cat fighting. There's no hold on the jab and punch exchanged.

The Millelith who was on gate guard duty didn't have the time to comprehend what happened in front of them. They can only belatedly let out some screams of confusion by the time both men are sending dust flying around them.

A few of them even wonder if they have accidentally fallen asleep. Because isn't that the famous fatui who has been the talk of the harbor this past week and the Guardian Yaksha brawling on the ground?

'What kind of dream is this? I know we sometimes wish for excitement since gate watch is boring but I didn't mean this!'

The actual subject of confusion is ignoring their surrounding, their whole attention focused on each other. One hand is trying to choke while the other is deflecting it with prejudice. The Millelith can only watch and hesitantly approach with their spears.

"Can you behave?!" Xiao snarls while taking the wrist that was aiming at his eyes.

"Why would I!" Childe snapped back, frustration that has been boiling inside him finally escaping.

His skin is paler than usual because of his prolonged stay underwater. His wet clothes and red eyes give people the assumption that someone had bullied him. It makes him look nothing like the rumored mad harbinger. 

Actually, it stunned the watching Millelith and made them awkwardly point their spear elsewhere.

But like a splash of water to force them sober, Childe next action of rapidly summoning water with edges as sharp as any knife quickly managed to change The Millelith's perspective.

"Tsk" Xiao clicks his tongue in annoyance, seeing the other mortal coming closer. Taking another shoot to restrain Childe and getting his attention. Xiao did not need the Harbinger getting involved with The Millelith and causing another international incident.

'If not for the sake of Lord Barbatos and Rex Lapis!!'

Gritting his teeth Xiao continues to reflect The Harbinger's vicious attack, ignoring the rock that is digging at his back, while also saying to the Millelith "Stay back mortals! This is only between him and me. No need to interfere!"

Somehow at the point when Childe is distracted by The Millelith, realizing the same political risk, Xiao managed to turn their position around, pushing his weight and restraining an incoming kick by putting his knee on top of The Harbinger's legs. He makes sure to put enough strength on the buckling Harbinger to slow his struggle but not too much as to be perceived as a threat.

Almost being jabbed at his crotch, Xiao hissed at this– manchild!

"You too, need to calm down! If you want to continue the spar then we must get away from here first."

Childe bristling at the knee that is attempting to hold him down snarled. The words still managed to pierce through the haze of anger that was clouding his mind, turning the boiling fury into disbelief and confusion,

'What spar?! You're the one that disturbs me all the way from the bottom of the lake! I was literally alone minding my own business without bothering anyone. Is this how you asked for a spar in Liyue?'

Xiao keeps his grip stable despite inwardly feeling embarrassed at resorting to such an excuse,  'Lord Barbatos better be right about this man's character.'

Because he is not sure if he can herd this harbinger to the funeral parlor without some collateral damage. Making the Harbinger reputation become worse is not advantageous to The Plan.

Actually, the plan is not even a concrete one in the first place. How did this even happen? Xiao is only supposed to keep an eye out for this Harbinger, not bringing him all the way to Liyue Harbor.

The winds are rustling between them, and Xiao can just hear Lord Barbatos laughing and cheering drunkenly, "Come now, my friend! Isn't this just the right moment to push them? You know that blockhead can move too slowly. You must help these pair of mandarin ducks meet! Hehe, ducks!!"

Xiao can't believe it when Traveller said there's such a thing as ‘living rent-free in his head’, but he is starting to understand what it means now.

He wants the day to be over already. Sighing with exhaustion that matched his age, Xiao pulled up the redhead seeing that he has stopped struggling and instead is currently observing him with judging eyes.

"Don't waste more time, we should've changed location now.", What's the point of going to Bubu Pharmacy when Xiao can see that the Harbinger is still considering escaping? He is sure this man will rather be brawling on the floor again than letting his health be checked. 

(No, he is not speaking from experience.)

Besides he seems quite energetic despite previously not moving under the lake. Xiao critically eyed the man's body for any other sign of injury, before carefully dragging The Tsaritsa's youngest harbinger to the direction of the funeral parlor. Expertly ignoring the tenseness and protest that follow,

"Wait, didn't you say something about a spar? Why're we heading there? I know this road!!" Childe protests, his heart suddenly beating too fast and hands halfheartedly trying to get the Adeptus to let go of his choking hold.

He didn't want the Millelith around them to report this to the Qixing. His paperwork is already multiplying by itself, he didn't need any more mess! He barely sleeps two hours when The Qixing sends literal shelves of paperwork!

It's not like he wants to see Zhongli.

"If you know then, you should steady your heart. It is time to face him. Or will you continue to be a coward and run away?" Xiao replied, easily maintaining the hold despite being shorter than the harbinger. Throwing a challenge like he had been recommended to do if he ever encounter The Harbinger himself. Who knows that advice will come in handy?

Still, he can already sense the struggle that will follow, but Xiao is set on his track. He will get this man in front of Rex Lapis today. After that, he can go back to Wangshu Inn and washes his hand off this mess.

Lord Barbatos will know that at least he tried. Xiao already improvised too much on The Plan anyway. He is not sure what he should do after this.

Idly while manhandling the harbinger, Xiao can't help but wonder if Lord Barbatos know about it. The wind can't exactly travel in deep water after all.

"Are you insulting me?"

"Of course not, I am being serious! I'm not drunk yet! That kid really did remind me a lil bit of you from some centuries ago."

"That Harbinger?" Xiao frowned, not pleased being compared to someone who almost drowned the whole Liyue Harbor.

"Yes. Although he is serving Tsaritsa right now, you should know that before that he was a child that yearns for adventure and freedom. Even so far living in Snezhnaya, the wonder he has for arts and stories won't escape my notice! " Venti said proudly.

Yes that child, as Ajax loves his father's stories. 

If Venti concentrates he can hear a fading whisper of lost history being concealed as folktales and legends shared under a cold stary night. Fire crackles among the harsh wind on land that shows no warmth to its child. 

It is a precious moment for little Ajax who hardly has the chance to spend time with his father. He dreamed to be an adventurer wandering around Teyvat, seeing the sights, and following the trail of the epic tales he heard.

Although growing up, that dream seems to warp itself in order to protect what little it can. Trying to salvage the piece of that innocent desire. It shows in his eccentricity that outcasts him from the other Harbinger. 

His preference to be direct without trickery. Other ordinary things such as his love for theatre and stories, and the way he happily shares his 'adventure' with the children around him.

It's quite fascinating to see someone so mired in the abyss showing such joy in life that even ordinary people forget in their journey to adulthood. Venti can somewhat see why that blockhead always sighing these days when thinking about The Harbinger. 

'Come to think of it, isn't the Director of the Funeral Parlor have that contradiction too? Living to the fullest surrounded by death? Is Morax attracting those people or is he drawn to those people?' Venti wonder while pouring more wine into his and Xiao's cup, ignoring the protest. 

"Actually I think he is still like that, a free-hearted child that is. Though I'm pretty sure he will deny it."

Xiao hummed, not quite believing but still can't deny it. Humans have such short lives, and after hundred years Xiao himself still can't understand them well. That Harbinger, despite his status, is indeed only at the start of adulthood in human terms. Saying him a child is not far-fetched when thinking of Lord Barbato's age.

Suddenly a very concerning thought pass his mind, 'Celestia above, is My Lord courting what is equal to a baby in Adeptus years?' 

Xiao violently shudders and proceeds to smash that thought away from his mind, 'Perish!'

He ignore the way 'Venti' eyes twinkled as if he knows what Xiao is thinking.

"Still it's not like you to meddle so much," Xiao replied back to cover his uncomfortable thoughts. Suddenly the cup of wine looks more appetizing than usual.

"Hehe! Why not? I have been urging that rock for brain to retire since hundred years ago. You don't know how refreshing it is to see him actually take a step in that direction. It takes a few thousand years but he finally did it!" Venti sighed with emotion. It's truly been thousands of years. Morax has always been steady and never faltering, but even he needs his time to grow and change.

Xiao keeps silent, sensing there's more that's still been unsaid. Lord Barbatos might act like a drunk, but it's actually hard to get him tipsy. He always has more thoughts than his appearance leads you to believe.

"But now, he seems a bit lost and confused. I want him to start his retirement well, you know? He deserves to take off some of his burdens, but if this situation is left to fester I worry for the future. What would happen if that blockhead can't meet that child anymore while still holding such regret in his heart? Morax has so much of it already, it is best to nip this one in the bud. Especially since this does not need to become a regret in the first place."   Venti said softly, mind filled with his own melancholy.

It is right to live in the present and Morax does his best, Venti saw his effort and they each have their own weird way of coping. Venti with his unchanging appearance, and Morax with his tendency to watch the mortals write history while also trying to assert the truth. 

But for a being of earth like him, who has impeccable memories, it is easy to lose track of the present and muse about the past and 'what if'. It becomes even easier if he doesn't see the need to focus on the 'now'.

Perhaps this is karma. Why else does that old man manage to unknowingly let his heart be taken with the most troublesome opponent just when he’s starting the happy life of retirement free of duty?

Because putting aside the title of Harbinger, the real problem is that his opponent is a youth who is stubbornly standing on the verge of no return, balancing between life and death as his way of feeling alive.

'Morax's heart sure knows how to choose them.' Venti sighed with amusement.

"Besides don't Liyuen have a saying about mandarin ducks and love?" Venti giggle finding it cute, the different expression of love human makes is truly delightful.

Xiao sighed, of course, he knows. Wangshu Inn is famous for its lover spot. The amount he has to hear it is awful. The previous feeling of uneasiness and tense body start to relax again after hearing the bubbliness back in the bard's voice, "What do you want me to do then?"

"Eheh, you're sharp as always! It's just a little favor, you don't need to do much. Can you keep an eye on the Little Harbinger for a bit? Sometimes he just disappeared from my sense. The wind can't be felt around him."

"….that’s is worrying. For you to not be able to sense him. Are you certain he's not doing something sinister? The fatui does have their way of being a pest." He halfheartedly argued, truthfully his mind has already been set, since 'Venti' started to point out his Lord's future.

"Nope! I'm certain this sudden disappearance is not connected with any fatui scheme. But I want you to check since if he knows another god is watching him, he might be angry at Morax, and then what if that blockhead finds out? He might bury me under the mountain for real!"

"My Lord wouldn't..." Xiao starts to protest instinctively but his voice faded halfway.

'...Oh no, he would.'

Venti merrily laughed, although he has cold sweat due to phantom pain, "I see that even you don't believe what you said! Just watch over him for a while, please? We'll proceed to the next plan after that!"

"…if you say so." Xiao nodded and sealed his fate.

"Thank you, Xiao you're the best! Let's make a toast to wish those two a happy romance!" Venti shouts full of energy, hands pouring the alcohol again into the two cups, overflowing one of them.

Even while making a mess on the table Venti can sense the songs that will tell their stories in the future are forming. Whether it will be manifested as a mournful song, a tragic epic, or something else is yet to be decided.

He hopes, and prays to no one, that it’ll be a song filled with love and comfort.

Xiao frowned but took the offered wet cup with exasperation, knowing this God of Freedom won't let him escape the wonder of alcohol tonight.

"For the sake of Rex Lapis," he mumbled staring at the moon reflected on the wine. He will start watching the 11th Harbinger tomorrow.

And as much as it pains him to admit it, Lord Barbatos so-called Plan is not clear. Besides Rex Lapis should've dealt with this himself since the start. It is no use for an outsider like him to be involved in their situation.

Especially one that involves the heart.

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Hu Tao hummed happily, organizing the newest ads for Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. It has vivid colors that easily catch the eye. The dark illustration gives a mysterious charm fitting for a funeral parlor. Personally, Hu Tao would love it more if it had a lil ghost but Xingqiu stopped her, even though Mr. Chalk seems to be interested.

She has managed to commission the great Chalk for this after much begging to Xingqiu! It has been a hard journey convincing him. But now, with the power of art surely more people will be interested to come into her parlor!

"Yes, how beautiful! Fantastic! Deadly! What do you think Mr. Zhongli?" Hu Tao proudly shows her greatest idea of this month to her consultant. Ignoring the flinch her sudden movement caused.

Okay, she might sometimes poke people's faces accidentally but he needs to focus on their new ad! He can’t keep daydreaming! Wangsheng Funeral Parlor's life depends on it! Mr. Zhongli's uselessly luxurious expense depends on it!

Plus that poor Harbinger can’t be the only one feeding her resident old man or she will feel embarrassed.

Besides part of the reason the business is low is this man! It’s been months and Hu Tao has not seen that Harbinger despite hearing some whispers that he sometimes steps into Liyue Harbor. Mr. Zhongli also has not stopped exuding that baleful and lonely aura despite looking the same as always. These days, He always spends some hours daydreaming, probably thinking about a certain person.

So She is very sure they have not had any confrontations yet. Besides Hu Tao expected some destruction if only judging by The Harbinger's reputation.

The focus of her secret rant is carefully pushing her hand aside in an attempt to see the flier on her hand. He stared for a while before coughing and primly saying, "Director Hu, I think—"

"BANG!"

The sound of the Funeral Parlor door being slammed open cut his word off, destroying the vibes of a slow lazy afternoon in the parlor. Zhongli tensed, sensing the achingly familiar presence. His mind immediately focused on the people behind the falling door, not registering the devasted screech from Hu Tao.

"MY DOOR!"

"Excuse me." Xiao calmly said. The Adeptus would've looked like his usual stoic self if not for the mussed hair and the dirt on his clothes. The way he slammed the door off its hinges also speaks volumes.

If he's in his normal state Zhongli would be concerned at the uncharacteristic hurried energy Xiao had. Perhaps he will even scold him for breaking the parlor door. But his mind can only focus on the person that is trapped by Xiao's hands.

The man seems to notice his stare and began to struggle more, trying to escape from Xiao's headlock. There’s a fluctuating hydro energy around him, it can be seen that he tried to forcibly escape using his vision judging by the way both The Adeptus and The Harbinger are dripping water on the Parlor floor.

The sound of his familiar voice cursing like a sailor in a low voice somehow ease something in Zhongli that has been waiting to hear it. The usual sunset-colored hair, grey sharp uniform, and a red scarf that's buzzing with hydro energy.

Zhongli, body somehow forgetting how to speak in mortal form, finally utter the name that has been flirting around his mind these past few weeks.

"…Childe?"

Lightless ocean eyes stared back at him, his motion to escape slowly stopping until he seems to be as still as a drawn bow. Zhongli dizzily remembers how long ago when he still walk the land as a dragon, he accidentally stepped on some small but fierce creatures' territory. The little one snarled and was ready to bite him despite the size of the exuvia. Was it a cat? or a fox?

"Zhongli Xiansheng." Childe finally replied after some time, his gaze never leaving after starting eye contact. 

"…or should I say Morax?"

(Hu Tao is sobbing in the background. Not because Rex Lapis is alive, she knows that Geo Archon conveniently being dead is a scam and bullshit. No, it's because the mystic door of the funeral parlor that has been standing for as long as she can remember is lying broken on the floor.)

Hearing the man calls his name, Childe feels as if this whole day is unreal. He mindlessly grips his hand until the nails punctured his palm, drawing some blood, hidden from the view of everyone in the Funeral Parlor.

At that moment, even though he is trying to focus on the present, the thoughts that have been his company along with water for the past months seem to come back with a vengeance that demands attention.

What makes Zhongli different? Despite everything, in the end, he is the same as everyone else.

He is not an anomaly like Master Skirk.

Ajax despises the part of him that dare to be disappointed at this realization.

Master Skirk is strange. She must've got a few loose screws in her head, but she is always frank in her intentions. She is the kind of person who picks up a lost kid, on the verge of being devoured whole by the abyss, and gives him a choice. To end his suffering right at that moment or to fight and survive.

She is strange because she got nothing by picking him up. 

Ajax is only a kid that has the worst luck to fall into literal hell while being chased by a pack of wolves. There's absolutely nothing Ajax can offer in exchange for her guidance and protection. 

But she did it anyway.

The months that he spent with her is a memory that he holds dear and close to his heart. Despite the unrepairable damage that experience gives him.

(Was it truly only 3 months? Ajax can’t really trust the time that passed under there. He is lucky he got out. 

Later after everything calms down and he is much older, he also admits that he is probably luckier than he thought because when he comes out only 3 days passed Above, instead of centuries.)

For a long while, after he got out of the abyss, Ajax always have trouble interacting with the human around him. It takes him much loss to understand that everyone always wants something from approaching him. His parents, the other Harbingers, and even The Tsaritsa.

When Zhongli approaches him Ajax thinks he is the same as everyone else. But the man keeps inviting him to explore Liyue and its beauty, without explicitly or subtly demanding anything. Their interaction continues for such an astonishingly long time that Ajax started to wonder.

Worse, he started to hope.

Oh, Ajax knows what the merchants of Liyue Harbor said. They keep a polite and enthusiastic smile when Zhongli and he passed their shop. But when they thought he is out of hearing range, some of them will say that Zhongli only keep him company to use the fatui money

"He seems too happy to share it! Good for us! It’s blood money anyway." A merchant said. 

Later Childe heard that merchant goods got into an accident when passing by the mountain. People said some rocks rolled down the tall cliff and fall directly on his carriages, destroying most of it. That merchant himself barely escaped death. 

What an unlucky guy. In the end he borrowed some money from the Northland Bank to cover the loss. 

To be honest, even Ajax doubted it too.

At first, it was just a test and a way to make the consultant feels indebted to him. Ajax doesn't mind the whisper around him. It’s just helping this man pay something and he will get some interesting information and stories. It’s a win-win on both of their parts. It just...

Zhongli doesn't actually ask for his money. It was Ajax who offered it first, somewhat jokingly not expecting his offer to be taken. Because what sane Liyue man will take a huge amount of money from a fatui without a contract? Either they're a fool or confident they can pay it back.

Zhongli of course is not a fool. Most of The Harbor except a few do not know but Zhongli does pay Ajax back, though not in a convenient way. The man just can't seem to bring Mora around him. Sometimes it's in the form of a VIP ticket to Yunjin's opera show.

"Did you enjoy it? I know sometimes foreigners will have a hard time understanding the traditional arts, but since you're interested in opera--"

"That was amazing!! Xiansheng, why did you only take me here now? I could've watched the beginning of this epic long ago!"

Other times it’s a rare precious jewel that can act as a catalyst. Zhongli while certain that it'll fetch a hefty price if Ajax ever polishes it, also implies that keeping it in its natural state is a beauty in itself.

“I would rather this be with you than collecting dust as a decoration. Moreover, with your skill you must’ve already mastered the catalyst, thus this can serve to protect you.”

"How thoughtful Xiansheng! Such quality, and it feels very sturdy too..."

"Childe, I must insist that you do not throw this precious ore as a blunt weapon--!!"

Tutoring Ajax in Liyue written ancient language.

“Are you curious about this fairy tale book Childe? This one is one of my collections and it is quite old. It might be a challenge to read this instead of buying a new one at the bookstore."

"..."

"Oh my, you did like a challenge, aren't you? Very well, lets us find a place to sit. I will read it for you first and teach each unfamiliar word after. We can visit Xiangling for dishes that you can feed on while learning.”

Teaching him phrase or words that he can't understand well, making it so his language skill doesn’t sound too awkward.

“It's natural to be stiff when learning a new language in a formal setting, do not worry. After a few weeks in Liyue, I think you will be able to adapt swiftly.”

"It'll be more encouraging if you don't smile every time I said something too formally!"

A pair of chopsticks. To make sure he can appreciate Liyue's delicacy better and also serve as a precious token, though Zhongli didn't elaborate clearly.

“it…is a very important symbol. Will you take it?”

“Why do you look so nervous? It’s not as if I will refuse harshly. I don’t mind taking it, but I’m not sure I understand all this symbolism Xiansheng.”

“That is okay. I’ll tell you more about it if you still want to later.”

“Why not now? We’re literally eating dinner.”

“The timing is not…perfect. Still, more importantly, you’ll have this?”

“I already said I will. Don’t act overly mysterious or I'll pester you!”

The point is, Zhongli while draining Ajax in mora doesn't one-sidedly take it without giving back something with equal worth.

It's the reason why he started to wonder if his luck turned around and miraculously found another exception. Just like Master Skirk.

Ajax once again proves his faith in other people will only end with him hurt.

In the end, Zhongli did want something from him. He just played a long game that only he knows the rules of.

Zhongli can’t help the small flinch at Childe’s tone. It is not one full of accusations as he imagined, but flat as if he is only stating a fact he can’t be bothered with.

Childe has always been honest in his own way, despite the overly cheery smile he is fond to wear. But right now, watching him standing in the funeral parlor, is the most closed Childe has been with him.

Despite the hollowness of joy and the inevitable hurt this encounter will bring, Zhongli can't help the hope that starts to bloom inside his stone heart.

Because—

“Is Xiansheng place around here?”

“Well, it is in the area” Because the whole Liyue is his home of course.

“It’s beautiful around here. It must be nice having a home here.” Childe's voice sounds bright but Zhongli still can see and sense the wistfulness in him. It makes him open his mouth to fill the silence and take Childe's attention back to him, far from thoughts that make him seem ready to fade away like sea bubbles. 

“Yes, I am delighted you can see it too. Liyue is…it’s a place that has always been designed for anyone seeking a future and stability. Although not as particular as Mondstadt, Liyue has been recorded to also host various people from across Teyvat. Some a traders, a refugee, a tourist. So perhaps—”

'perhaps..'

‘it can be your home too.’

But how could Zhongli say that? He dares not, even if it fills him with bitterness. The dragon in him wants to rain stone and the Qilin in him is bristling in anger.

This….

How can he really? Not when the person in front of him is one that Tsaritsa personally choose for testing Liyue.

Moreover, as the God of Contract, he can feel the oath on him. It is a particular oath, but nevertheless a promise that will urge Childe to return to the land of snow.

How is he supposed to offer a home? It will only hurt Childe.

But he yearns for it.

He wishes Childe can stay here, in Liyue harbor. Near the ocean that is still as deep and dark, but not as cold as Snezhnaya, with mountain and land close enough to protect it.

—Zhongli wish.

and  wish .

Even now, after everything falls apart by his own hands.

This one wish, he can't bring his heart to let go of it.

And so the only thing he can do is try harder. 

(so it won't fade into another regret.)

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Right now, seeing the man uncharacteristically losing his words while still gazing at him with those never changing eyes, Childe feels as if his entire being will burst and drown with its own emotions.

As always, the urge to jump into the nearest deep water rear its head as if an actual siren is calling him. It has become worse than usual because he was interrupted by Adeptus Xiao today. Somewhat similar to the iffy feeling when you're rudely interrupted while reading a great book. Except he sometimes hears an actual voice calling him.

"If you are not saying anything then I better leave." Childe decisively cut the everlasting silence among them. The faster he can find the nearest source of water, the faster he can relax and let the memory of this awful day washes off.

Zhongli finally reacts to that, blinking as if he was escaping a daze. He open his mouth and quickly replied, voice unnoticeably wavering in urgency, "Childe, please wait."

"Yes? Please state your matters quickly, I have place to be." The overly formal language that he rarely uses during his time in Liyue easily slips out of his mouth. At least he rarely used it after a few months spent with Zhongli. It's been a while and he sounds stiff while using it, but with a bitter realization, he realizes that it's painfully easy to use.

Childe blinks and when he focused on his surrounding again, he curiously discovers that his body seems to naturally follow those trains of thought. He is not sure when it happens but his body has naturally moved into 'at rest' position. 

By the time Childe is done considering if he should let the position go (he doesn't, what for?), he sees Zhongli making a strange face as if he is in pain. Childe blankly stares back at him, inwardly curious why this person is making such an expression. He is sure he hasn't done anything while spending some time in his head.

To Childe's confusion instead of saying anything, Zhongli's silence returned, and this time with a heaviness he couldn't place. After a while, Childe can see his mouth moving as if wanting to say something. The Consultant looks frustrated and there's an awkwardness Childe has never seen before painted on his face.

A different voice cut through the strange confrontation.

"...Perhaps I can help start this?" Xiao coughed lightly. 

He has been watching those two men throw silence back and forth as if they lost the ability to speak. 

(The voice of Lord Barbatos in his head makes an appearance again by cackling "They're worse than you at communicating! Wait, no, They're worse than ME HAHAHA--!")

While he won't ever admit it Xiao is quite afraid that nothing will be solved by sundown. He rarely sees Rex Lapis struggling with words, but if there's one thing Xiao knows, the Prime of Adepti can take a while to perfect his word when that happens. 

Adepti by nature can be quite out of touch with time by human standards. Normally it won't be a problem since it's not like they're entering a meditative state every hour of the day. But in the current situation, Xiao judges that this Harbinger will not stand another moment of stillness. Forcibly bringing him here is already such a hazard, if this chance is missed The Harbinger will surely be more alert and might even directly avoid Liyue Harbor.

(at this thought, the cackling in his head immediately quiets down as if it's honestly afraid of this scenario)

Childe raises an eyebrow at the Adeptus. His calm face hides his agitation and relief that the silence is broken. "Be my guest, Adeptus Xiao. You never did explain why I'm here."

His tranquility and blank tone manage to serve a coldness rarely seen before. It distinctly separates him from the young man who was enthusiastically brawling with Liyue's own Gurdian Yaksha just a few minutes ago.

Xiao stares with surprise, sensing something is different with the Harbinger. It reminds him of when this man insisted to go back under the water of Luhua Lake. 

(The harbinger looks cold, his lip is blue and there's a familiar sense of exhaustion. When he turned back and stepped back further into the lake, Xiao watch his back with wariness. 

"I'm not sure why you did this, but...You should’ve left me there.”

The word was said with a dull and weary voice, and before The Harbinger can step further Xiao has already rushed forward and grabbed the thin wrist. He tugged forcibly and the eyes that gazed back at him looked dead, as if the man has drowned a long time ago and this was just a corpse walking.

The pulse on the wrist said the man is alive, but why does his eyes look even more dead than a Jiangshi like Qiqi?

The answer is not one he wants to ask. It was not his place. But abruptly anger sparks inside him, and so an unusual urge to knock some sense into this stranger almost overwhelms him.

“Are you out of your mind? No, perhaps you’re more foolish than I thought.” )

Still, he only notes this in the back of his mind and didn't let the thoughts distract him. Instead, Xiao returns his gaze to his Lord. This person has been a constant throughout the years, always protecting the people around him with a steadiness that has become an envy of others. But now, after the talk with Lord Barbatos, Xiao can see what the wind god means by saying his Lord looked 'a bit lost '.

Perhaps the Anemo Archon reason to intervene this time is not for mere matchmaking but also serves as a sign for a 'time to change'.

Taking some time to consider his words, Xiao calmly choose a suitable one before taking a breath and asking bluntly,

"My Lord, Is this man important to you?"

The question almost offended him. The dragon inside him immediately took it as a challenge, while the Qilin tensed in disbelief. Zhongli can’t help the expression that makes its way into his face. His long-time friend, Alatus, looks back at him as if he too is in pain by asking that question.

Holding back a snarl at the implication of that question, Zhongli grinds his teeth, before speaking firmly, “Of course he is. The care I have for him is undoubtedly true."

“What?” A voice beside him asked back incredulously. Zhongli is startled, and when he looks back a pair of dull blues was staring at him in disbelief and pain.

“What are you playing at, Morax?” Childe hissed, the previous expression gone as if it were an illusion. There’s a throbbing inside him, making it difficult to stay calm. The possibilities to interpret that word, easily cause a hopeful part of him to uncurl, and Childe  hates it.

The gaze on him is burning and Zhongli can’t take his own eyes away, despite the way it causes a pang in his heart as if it's breaking and attempting to build itself again. If he has a tail at this moment, it would be dropping down in guilt, “I’m not playing anything. I do care for you, Childe.”

He needs Childe to understand this. Even if he ended up hating Zhongli, he won’t allow his action to further break this young man. His decision can’t be taken back, and it undoubtedly hurt The Harbinger. But Childe should not bear doubts that can poison his mind and heart because of Zhongli's greed.

Long before Osial, Zhongli can sense the turmoil and contradiction in this man. Sometimes Childe will look as if he is looking through him, to another time, another people. He will continue to smile and chat but the wistfulness stayed on him.

The mystery further sparks Zhongli's curiosity and so he spent more time with the mortal, finding more and more little things about him. After much interaction, Zhongli uncovered a pattern. 

That looks will fleet by whenever Childe unconsciously thinks about his home. 

Not Snezhnaya, but his family. 

Because Childe's home has always been about family. 

But it did not escape Zhongli's notice that those family is tethering on the verge of shattering. The only ones holding it together are Childe's desperate grip on it and a young lady, old enough to feel something is wrong, but too young to know how she can help her brother be more at ease.

This discovery directs him to an uncomfortable truth that sends Zhongli reeling. Of course, even a Harbinger can have someone precious to them. Zhongli knows this. But like The Adepti, Tsaritsa's Harbinger can be viewed as a part of a relic from the past. Most of them can't be called mortal, their story has long been written down in history.

Meanwhile, Childe is unique in that he is the youngest of The Harbinger. Compared to others in Tsaritsa holds, his age means that his potential is unmatchable yet it also makes him vulnerable. 

Because he has a family. An alive family. 

Which means he has more at stake. And someone like Childe will do anything for his family. Just looking at his situation and the reputation of Tsaritsa Harbingers, Zhongli can infer that it must be difficult for Childe to care for his family and 'home'. 

By the time Zhongli realized what happened it was too late.

Before Zhongli and Childe knew it, both of them have not only spent a lot of time together, but also with the people of Liyue. There's a genuine bond between Childe and them. People of Liyue have become familiar with the sunny young man, their previous wariness turned into an easy camaraderie. To them, he is just an eccentric and rich young lord like his introduced name, [Childe]. 

They let their kids play with him despite the signature uniform that marks him as part of The Fatui. They banter with him and they offer discounts for him. He has more interaction with Zhongli's people than any merchants from Snezhnaya. Childe must've personally know the names of many people, more than what is expected of a diplomat. What kind of diplomat will know the name of the little kids that play on the harbor or the name of the dog that always stroll at Liyue gates? He will blend unnoticed in Liyue if not for his striking appearance and unability to use chopsticks.

When he realizes that Childe has started to see Liyue as another home, Zhongli wants to curl up around the young man and beg for forgiveness. 

Because he will end up breaking the small haven this beautiful soul tentatively build. Worse, Zhongli knows that this haven only manages to exist because Zhongli is a fool of a dragon that develops feelings. Because he was curious, he keeps pestering Childe and taking his time. He is the one that introduces Childe to Liyue, unknowingly becoming a bridge between the young man and His People. 

The more they spent time together, the deeper the grave they dig. Because when someone loves something it will be reflected by the hurt they feel with the loss of it. 

And so both of them fall into a trap of their own making.

Still, now everything has come to this. Months spends without any hint of The Harbinger in Liyue. Months that strangely feel longer than it should be, full of thoughts about the young man in front of him. The building urgency to do something makes Zhongli takes a step closer to Childe, not minding the way hydro energies around the parlor are spiking, ready to be used as a weapon. 

If his understanding of this man still holds true, then what's happening right now is Childe's attempt to build a wall and distances himself. It happens when he must face people that hurt him or are a danger to him. There’s always a hint of it, how he will act nonchalant when people speak ill of him. The way he rarely mentions anyone else from his family besides his siblings. How just minutes ago, he speak formally with Zhongli as if he forgot how to speak casually.

(Zhongli fears his action will break something unrepairable in Childe. 

Or was it too late?)

“Childe… I barely spend my day without thinking about you.” Zhongli said softly.

"You don't need to lie anymore." Childe snarls back, feeling sick that inside there's a part of him still able to be hopeful. That stupid part of him, which was probably Ajax, flutter in delight at the idea that Zhongli still thinks of him.

('Xiansheng still remembers us!' inside his mind the voice of the boy that's supposed to be dead, crows in delight.)

Facing the hostility, Zhongli felt helpless. How can he make this man believe his word again?

As if the world takes pity on him, the problem immediately addressed itself.

Hu Tao comes out of nowhere and steps between them, before resuming her stride and heading towards Childe. She doesn't even falter when almost getting stabbed by a half-formed water blade. Instead, she took a step closer before clawing at his shoulder. Childe watches the glint in her eyes with perplexity and caution. 

In his opinion, she honestly doesn't look well, or sane.

"Master Childe." Hu Tao speaks slowly, flower-like pupils gazing at him gravely while black nails firmly hold him still. Childe tensed at her voice, she has never sounded like this. The Director of Wangsheng Funeral Parlor rarely calls his name, preferring to use an embarrassing title or nicknames like Mr. Fatui or Mr. Ginger.

Her grips on his shoulder suddenly become harder, and Childe is shaken back and forth with her voice accompanying him.

"That old lizard has been moping for months. He has been sighing like a lovelorn maiden and I'm sick of it!" Hu Tao yells, and points one hand at Zhongli furiously, setting a fire on the curtain behind him.

Said old lizard is watching her back in shock, feet frozen at her words. 

"My Lord!" Xiao yelped before hastily dragging the burning curtain away. This fire is abnormal, he is sure it was reaching for His Lord's hair!

"He keeps messing up his work! There's a love poem in a funeral invitation letter! He ordered a bouquet of flowers representing love and passion for a fucking funeral pyre rites! He makes the ground trembles while dazedly observing your date places! He forgot to eat like a normal human and expect us to not notice it! He makes sad faces when I'm the one who pays his expense. Me! HIS BOSS!" She yells while shaking The Harbinger and trying to make him understand the mess she had to deal with for months. MONTHS . 

Childe gulped and let her vent, despite quickly becoming uncomfortable and dizzy, sensing danger if he interrupt this tirade.

"I don't care how you almost drown the harbor. I don't care how my employee is Rex Lapis. But in the name of all being divine, you need to know that stupid old man is very much messing his work and my business because he can't take his mind off of you. If I lie thunder will strike me down right this instant!!" The girl swore, while beside her Zhongli is uncharacteristically gawking. His boss has just invoked a divine contract in his presence. 

There's no lightning striking her down, and so what she said must be the truth. Zhongli has never felt this embarrassed for hundreds of years. He tried to ignore Alatus's shocked gazes behind him.

(Somewhere on Inazuma, a purple-haired woman sneezed and almost dropped her dango milk.

For a moment she felt a strong invocation for her judgment, but the sensation quickly passed by. After wondering for a while, and not sensing any prayer again, she blinks and decides to continue her stroll around the city.)

"O-okay Director Hu! Okay! Please calm down and let me go first alright." Childe screams back. He feels like if he doesn't do that the girl will continue to shake him. When he looks at others for help, Zhongli is covering his face and not looking at their direction. 

Meanwhile, Childe can sense a build-up of pyro energy around them. Some hazy butterflies have started to appear behind her, akin to his narwhal construct. The sight of it reminded him of Signora.

( Weirdly, he feels another strange wave of Deja Vu. This time it's about when Little Tonia got angry because he spent too much time in the forest behind their house.

That time too, a hand smaller than him is gripping his shoulder and trying to scold him. Little Tonia is holding back tears and her voice is trembling while her nose has already gone red and runny from the cold. It makes her words barely comprehensible, but Ajax nods and apologizes seriously before hugging his little sister. He then bring both of them back, making sure the fragile body of his little sister didn't catch frostbite. She was waiting, and Ajax has never been this happy but guilty.

The context is different of course, Hu Tao is not a small child who's afraid that her brother will disappear and never come back. Still, the sense of being clawed at his shoulder like this reminds him of that day. 

How long ago has someone touched him so brazenly like this?)

If it's another person Childe will already slash at them to let him go long ago, or even uses his vision to splash them with water to calm down. But he fears he will truly set off Hu Tao like a firework if he did anything. Suddenly, He missed his beautiful lake even more.

Watching him agree, Hu Tao slowly let go feeling vindicated. She then steps away, giving his space back, and making him sigh in relief. 

She takes a deep breath before sternly saying, "Good. Now please talk with each other like a civil person. Don't you two dare avoiding this conversation. Go to Zhongli's office so you can talk in privacy. I will take Adeptus Xiao to fix the door and wait for you outside."

"???" Xiao looks back at her in confusion, hands still holding a smoking curtain. His gaze is filled with bewilderment as if saying 'Me?'

As if she could hear his thought, she stared at the Adeptus "Yes, you. Mister Conqueror of Demons."

She then proceeds to push a dazzled Childe further into the funeral parlor, letting him make his way to the familiar office. After ensuring The Harbinger is safely away, she turned back to stare at her troublesome employee. Zhongli nervously and embarrassedly stared back.

He never tells her his identity due to various reasons and after retiring the thoughts never crossed his mind. Because his mind is full of worry for Childe. But he knows the 77th Director of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor is wise beyond her years despite her antics. She is eerily similar to Barbatos in that way.

"Mr. Zhongli, I give you a chance. I have managed to disrupt the enemy's rhythm and make him confused! But the rest is up to you. Also, your paycheck will pay for half the damages to my antique door." Hu Tao harrumph with pride before pushing his back encouragingly. She doesn't mention anything else.

Zhongli let her easily push him, relieved that she doesn't treat him differently despite being her former Archon. Before stepping towards his office, which currently holds his most important person, he whispers with gratitude, "Thank you, Director Hu."

Chapter Text

When Zhongli opens the door to his office what he comes across is Childe staring at his collection near his desk. It was a wooden display cabinet full of a small assortment of things. Some figurines, a pair of jewelry, a variety of vases, a heap of diligently polished rocks, children's toys, and a pile of carefully assembled Starconches. 

Somehow knowing Childe is silently observing his collection gives Zhongli a mixture urge to preen and shy away. Because Childe will surely realize that the items he carefully stores near him, making sure its safe and can be admired every day, are ones that he accumulated over time across their time together. Those items were from when Childe either bought them for him or give them to him. 

Even the Starconches are an extra from when Childe spends a whole afternoon collecting them for his sister. Zhongli insisted to have the leftovers because Childe spent too much time spent on them, and it's a shame if it was sold to other people.

"Why would I sell them?" Childe laughs, his skin pink from the heat. It was a hot day, the sun shining with barely any clouds.

"Don't sell yourself short, the Starconch you choose doesn't have any blemish and is a good quality. I reckon an accessory crafter will be delighted to have them." Zhongli huffed, his amber eyes observing the one in his hand.

"But some of it is cracked?" Childe looks back at the discarded pile. Sure enough, he can see some cracks and even missing parts on the Starconches. 

"It only shows how it manages to endure the might and pressure of the ocean," Zhongli explains, already prepared to give Childe the lecture on how imperfection serves as beauty too. This has been their routine whenever Zhongli was enraptured with old artifacts that were sold on the Harbor.

"If Xiansheng said so. Feel free to have it." Childe smiles softly, a pile of empty but shining shells in his arm. This one is for his sister, he purposely chose a brighter color from the pile he found. It's not broken or chipped so the texture is smoother and unlikely to scratch his sister's hand when making jewelry.

But seeing Zhongli delightedly smile as he take the rest of the discarded shells, Childe found that perhaps even a dim blue and cracked shell can be beautiful too.   

Childe stares back at him with complicated emotions, while Zhongli chooses to wait. Even if Hu Tao manages to 'disturb his rhyme' like she said, Zhongli knows no one can force Childe if he doesn't want to talk. This man is very talented at not lying while never actually elaborating on the truth. They're quite similar in that way. 

And so they fall into another silence again. Fortunately, Childe seems to decide what to do, moving with a brisk step in his direction. Zhongli watches with anticipation.

It was hideously anticlimactic. 

They’re currently sitting down and awkwardly staring at each other, with only a small table between them. Well, Childe is glaring crossly, letting go of the apathetic attitude from before.

Zhongli is relieved, if only because it means Childe still has the heart to respond to him. Anger is better than not responding or pretending Zhongli is a stranger to him. It's an exaggeration but Zhongli almost feels it's possible to feel the suffering of erosion.

“Speak.” Childe huffed, arms crossed and body guarded.

'Ah, he has changed from formal to a clipped tone.' Zhongli can’t help the adoration he felt, inappropriate it may be at this time when Childe is ready to fight verbally or otherwise. Perhaps it’s been too long since they talked but even now with his chin tilting up in an attempt to stare Zhongli down, Childe looks so lovely.

An image of Hu Tao screaming at him from a few weeks ago comes to mind…

“YOU SIMP! HOPELESS! UNBELIEVABLE! AAAA—” She screams before slamming the door to his office shut, on the verge of burning down her own workplace.

Zhongli only looks back at the closed door blankly. He realizes too late that Hu Tao has been trying to get his attention for a while. 

When she ask something Zhongli only replied with a hum here and there, mind elsewhere while hand polishing a pair of starconch. It seems she can't take it anymore.

Feeling a little guilty, Zhongli thinks he should give Director Hu a gift after this...

Nodding, Zhongli tried to weave the words carefully. He slowly let the words go, “Childe…I want to apologize, there’s no excuse to be said, after all, I did arrange the contract with her."

"But you must know, it was never my wish to hurt you. Yet I still did and something that has happened can't be changed. For that I truly am sorry.” Zhongli bowed heavily, feeling frustrated. Even now his words are not enough to convey the regret in him. He didn't regret making that contract but the way things end... if this keeps up he is unwilling.

There are too many things he wants to say, but in this moment the words that have been thought for months disperse like water on ink. Mixing and turning into something he doesn't know how to convey and keep a grasp of.

Childe bite his lips. 

This god, no, this man shouldn’t have bowed to him. He doesn't understand the swirling feeling in his heart, but this apology is not as sweet as it looks in books or plays even though he has been waiting for it. Instead, he feels as if he is back again to the first month after Osial, bitter, alone and confused.

Grabbing Zhongli's shoulder and pushing him up, Childe blurted out the words that have lodged in his throat since seeing Zhongli in the parlor again. The one that haunted him underwater but can't be asked.

“Xiansheng, I don’t understand.”

Zhongli watches the confusion in Childe's eyes and feels as if his heart breaks. He has never seen Childe so unsure before. Even when Zhongli gives away his gnosis and was unable to say a word to Childe, there's no gap in his guard.

Zhongli always thought it was because Childe was furious and tried to control his emotion while in front of his collage and Traveler. But, perhaps he has never allowed himself to look so small and fragile in front of other people in the first place.

"...I kept convincing myself that cracks had not begun to form and that the end of my time had not yet come. Until one drizzly day, as I was strolling along the harbor, I heard a merchant tell one of his workers, 'You've finished your duties, go ahead and call it a day.'

I stood motionless among the crowds, asking myself, 'Have I already finished my duties?'"

He sounds the same as always, all deep and smooth voice. Still, the words struck Childe. Was he tired?

He should be, more than 3000 years is a long time even for an immortal. He spends all those years protecting Liyue Harbor. Surely, even an Archon deserves rest too? 

Besides it is his right to determine that choice, to choose what will happen to his gnosis.

Even Childe can understand that. He has no qualms or business interfering with a deal between His Queen and another Archon. The plan he made is secure enough to be controlled from afar, and adjustable in the face of new variables. It was a very logical, efficient and well thought decision. Childe will even applaud him in any other situation.

No, the problem is not the contract or the secret. Something else is making him uncomfortable. Childe wants to get away right that instant. Less the ache inside him make him do something he will regret. 

His pupils are shaking and the grip that’s still on Zhongli's shoulder is trembling, words keep slipping from his mouth as if a dam is finally broken.

“Why did you approach me? No, why did you spend so much time with me? If it’s only for the contract then you can just give the information through letters or books, watching from the shadow and directing the act like you did with the rest of Liyue! You—"

Childe's voice cracks and his words stumble for a bit, almost slurring with the speed it goes. Zhongli hears the words, feels the tightening grip on his shoulder, and waits for Childe to gather his breath and finish, despite his own trepidation coming to life. 

Because this was exactly what he fears Childe will bury inside him. Never to be spoken and always on the back of his thoughts. He will carry it to his grave and no one will ever know about it. 

The thought of him only existing as the 11th Harbinger who fall on the battlefield with no apparent connection to Zhongli or Liyue hurts even more than the words Childe so desperately tried to say. 

"I really don’t understand. Was it fun seeing me trying to find you? Was it interesting to take me around Liyue, knowing I’ll destroy it? Is playing with the fools fun? Am I just—”

Childe gasped when a heavy weight slammed into him cutting his word off. Warm hands and a somewhat familiar scent enveloped him. He coughed and gripped back twice as hard in surprise. The hug on him only tightened, as if afraid Childe will push the body away.

“Oh, Childe. I’m so sorry. I regret that my action makes you think like that. Please, you are so dear..!" Zhongli whispers as his hands wrap around Childe. He tried to be gentle but can't help tightening his grip when Childe grabs on his sides. He quickly tried to convey his regret in fear the man will close himself off. 

He has expected some of this, but hearing Childe question his worth hurts. He selfishly wishes he can help this man know how irreplaceable he is. How important he is.

"You’re not anyone plaything, much less me. You are so precious. Y-you are very dear to me. No one in the entire Teyvat has the right to say otherwise, even you.” Zhongli implores, holding tight and praying to no one that this is clear enough, honest enough for Childe to accept.

Trying to ignore the water that’s forming in his eyes, Childe has half the mind to just stab this man. It will be so easy, Zhongli's back was so open. Even within this gentle clutch, he can form a water blade one-handedly without sound. 

Instead, his breathing failed, choked with his own frustration. The hand on Zhongli's back clawed at his clothes, wanting to hurt and make him bleed for making him like this. He is the 11th Harbinger, a weapon and vanguard of The Tsaritsa. He has no business having this kind of emotion.

“You… If not for you, I can go back to my duty peacefully!” The snarls and accusations he wants to let out instead come out choked like a sob. He despises how warm and comforting Zhongli's hands are around him. How easy it is for him to break Childe.

Ajax hates this.

Why does Zhongli always make him feel something?

It hurts.

Zhongli curls up tighter, the beast inside him wanting to hide this man from everything that hurt him. 

In his attempt to comfort Childe, they've been getting closer, and the previously faint scent of sea and blood that has always been around Childe only gets stronger. It was charming despite the way Childe stiffened in his arm.

To be honest, Zhongli won’t mind if Childe stabs him, if only he can stay longer like this and assure this man. It makes him sincerely whisper his answer to Childe's ears, trying to soothe and not startle him. “Yes. That one is no fault of your own. It was my mistake. I approach you so many times not for the contract. It was because you’re too bright and enchanting, so full of life despite always dancing on the edges of it. Honest and gentle, even if blood is in your hand. You are frankly, beautiful, and it was too much for this old greedy dragon to resist.”

“Fuck you.” Chile cursed feeling overwhelmed and keeping himself back from the urge to either cry or be violent. The ache inside him has been slowly quieted by the warmth from Zhongli's embrace and speech. 

Zhongli's voice and tone did not help. How can this person say such an embarrassing thing so easily with that voice?! Why can't he just explain plainly instead of whispering in Childe's ears?

“I’m sorry. I truly care for you. Even if you never forgive me, always know that I adore you.” Zhongli said, sensing he must repeat these words until Childe understand. 

Childe did not answer him.

But Zhongli hopes that Childe will believe it someday. Because he has stopped trembling and the hand on Zhongli's back no longer felt as if Childe wants to shred him into pieces. It stays there instead, radiating warm.

There’s a long silence between them. The only sound in the office is their heartbeats, both of them erratic in distress and nervousness, which was easily perceived by their proximity. 

Zhongli maintains his position, not letting go or moving away one inch. He savors the closeness and lets Childe think, silently fearing this will be the last and only time he can hold Childe like this.

After a while, Childe pushes away a little making it so that they’re face to face and able to make eye contact. He mutely stared at Zhongli's equally wet eyes, before letting out his first grin of the day with the shadow of his usual teasing.

“Are you willing to swear it on your name?” Childe boldly challenges and laughs, even though it comes out wet and almost passed as a whisper. 

He was so messed up. Even now, facing Zhongli's sincerity and finally getting the answers to the question that has been haunting him for months, he still can’t make himself believe it. The words Zhongli gives, so full of fondness even a child can understand it, are too fantastical. It was too much, too good for it to happen. 

Childe didn't trust it. He can't.

Despite knowing and believing that Zhongli is not the type of person who will lie about something like this. Nor is He the kind who will share his inner feelings freely. And yet something inside Childe is still struggling to believe it fully. 

When has something like words full of love stayed true for Ajax?

It will always wear and crumble away when facing the wrongness and abyss inside him.

His older sibling did so.

His parents also did so.

Even his sweet younger sibling will probably follow them when they grow up and realize what a monstrosity their brother is. What toy maker? 

He is Tartaglia, the 11th Harbinger of The Fatui.

He is Ajax, a young man dragging up whatever is left of himself, away from the depth of the abyss.

Zhongli tensed, the rigidness immediately comes across through the hold he still has on Childe.

It was as expected, and so Childe closed his eyes, preparing to stamp and grind down the hope inside him to dust.

His thought abruptly halted when he feels Zhongli move closer. The embrace around him somehow impossibly tightens without hurting him. 

When he opened his eyes in puzzlement, Zhongli has already closed the distance between them. Childe freeze as their forehead touched making a small ‘thump’ sound.

All the while, Zhongli's amber eyes never strayed away from Childe's own deep blue. The silence and the closeness slowly make Childe uneasy, his heart skips a few beats. 

It's as if he is cornered and there’s no turning back for them after this.

“Childe, you’re precious to me. If only you’ll give me change, I vow in the name of God of Contract that I can prove it to you.” Zhongli let the power flow into his words, feeling it turned into a divine vow and prompting the contract to manifest. 

Even though the words were said in normal volume, it manages to reverberate inside the previously silent office. Out of nowhere, the lights around the room faded away, leaving only a massive Golden Geo sigil as a source of light. The golden glow of the sigils shines brightly, surrounding them as the center of it.

The sigil gradually spread out and creates bright lines that rotate around them, before quietly combining into one golden thread. The thread swirls between them once, before proceeding to connect their hand. 

At the last second, Zhongli remembers something and nudges the thread to twine itself into their little fingers instead. It settles there neatly, without any knot that shows it can be untangled. The thread glows brighter before fading away and not leaving a mark.

Zhongli makes sure the contract has no obligation on Childe's part. This contract only exists to assure Childe his intention is real. How Childe answer or react will not affect it. 

Childe's feelings and choices are his own. Zhongli only wants him to believe without any doubt that there’s no deception in Zhongli's words at this moment.

Childe stared in disbelief at his pinky finger. Somehow despite his bravado, he never thought Zhongli will actually do it. He can feel the power of the contract, divine and so different from the power of vision or abyss. 

‘He actually cares?’

Ajax feels the hope bloom in him, and for once he let it be.

'...one more time.'

perhaps it is foolish and this hope will only be a fleeting one. But Ajax has always been a dreamer. What is one more broken dream?

The progression of it almost seems too fast. Childe is left with so many feelings, that for once doesn't feel like it will take his breath away and choke him to death. The warmth of an invisible thread on his pinky finger tells him that it's not an illusion or a nightmare. Zhongli made an unbreakable promise to him.

“Are you not afraid you’ll regret it Xiansheng? This kind of promise will not just freeze a finger and cut your tongue off if you break it.” Childe sniffs and rubs his wet eyes around Zhongli's shoulder, making a mess on the man's coat. For once, he doesn't have the energy to care about his image.

“No, this is one contract that I’ll happily uphold until the whole world turns to dust.”

The declaration came easily. Yes, Zhongli is sure he won’t regret it even if erosion engulfs him. 

Feeling Childe slowly hug him back and relaxed again at his replies, the dragon and qilin inside him purr in delight. 

Now that the tension between them is on the way to being resolved, Zhongli can slowly and carefully take his time to let Childe knows how precious he is. Perhaps, Zhongli can even make Childe understand that Zhongli not only cares for him but also loves him.

There's no rush though, even just this is enough. Zhongli has always wanted to have this man in his arm, yearning to protect and tell him how precious he is.

"Then you better start to prove it by sparring with me." Childe's muffled whisper comes from his shoulder. The demand comes out petulant and almost bratty, but his hand still carefully hugs Zhongli back. He did not show his face, smushing it roughly at the dragon's shoulder blades.

Zhongli helplessly feels his lip twitch upward, trying to hide the urge to coo. He can't help the tenderness that blooms in his heart, sensing how the man has started to become embarrassed again and covering it with cheekiness. 

Childe has always been like that, unexpectedly weak to the sincere praise the old grandmothers and gaggle of children give him. He easily becomes flustered and quickly uses other means to distract the conversation. 

Feeling an overflowing joy, Zhongli only hummed and replied softly, placing his chin on Childe's hair and relishing the softness of it.

"Alright, my feisty treasure."

Chapter Text

Childe wonders how it comes to this?

Perhaps in another story or another person, after what amount to a vow full of devotion with months of ignoring each other, the day will end peacefully with the couple separating awkwardly while holding a sense of anticipation to see each other again soon. 

At least Tonia's novels give Childe the impression that it should be like that.

But instead, they ended up sprinting around Liyue Harbor, one trying to make a speedy getaway while the other is chasing him down. It was so ridiculous Tonia will not believe it when Childe write this down in his next letter.

Right now Childe is currently diving under the water of Liyue sea while the person that has ruined his life is trying to drag him up to the surface.

('You're being dramatic." The voice of reason in his head which aptly sounds like his sister sniffs amusedly. 

True enough, Zhongli is one of the best things that has happened in Ajax's life. He has quite firmly placed himself self in Ajax's life like a stubborn dog that won't go away.

It was unreal. But the feeling of heat around his pinky told him that this is real.)

Said person looks very shaken as if he didn’t expect this to happen despite not decreasing his speed. If he can speak underwater Childe will say that the face Zhongli making right now is quite funny. He has never seen Zhongli make that face before. 

To be fair the day has been hectic and in the span of a few hours Zhongli has been more rattled than Childe has ever seen him. 

Belatedly, Childe felt a little bad that watching him is so amusing because he understands that the man is just concerned for Childe. After all, it’s not an everyday occurrence that your buddy(?) just jumped from a tall bridge on Yujing Terrace into the sea.

In Childe's defense, Yujing Terrace ponds is the only place with a big enough water body in the whole Liyue Harbor while still near the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. He can't just randomly pop out of someone's bathroom or break out from a wine barrel, could he? Childe is polite enough to not do that! 

More importantly, the ponds in Yujing Terrace have water that is close enough to nature because it is outdoors and has contact with rain. It is natural for Childe to choose it.

How should he know that Zhongli is so persistent, he even followed Childe to jump off the bridge while Childe tried to ‘escape’? 

He is pretty sure they manage to give some poor strolling couple and old grannies a jumpscare. They are not exactly careful or silent when they frantically chase each other across the city.

Despite that fact, Childe can’t help the deranged smile that formed on his lips. He expertly shakes away Zhongli's grip on his hand and swims away.

‘Wow, what a face!’ Childe impishly thought, watching Zhongli frown in open frustration. He quite enjoys the crack on the man's calm façade that has always been the norm every time they meet.

(Of course he can be calm, he has a whole plan spanning entire months while daring to spend time together with the 'adversaries'. Childe can't decide if Zhongli is a genius or a madman. The line has been said to be quite thin. 

Now that there's no more plan, Childe is not quite sure what Zhongli will do. Once again the promises located on his finger heat up as if sensing his doubt and expectation.)

Coming out of his thought and evading another grab with a twirl helped by the water around them, Childe decides that Zhongli probably knows his amusement since he looks quite offended. Or he would be if not for the warmth in his eyes. 

His usual elegant gait is thoroughly gone, the way his long hair is floating wildly like a demented tail only supported the messy image. Childe wants to yank it but holds himself back knowing Zhongli will only take that as an opening to finally catch him.

'Wait, has his hair always designed to be a bait?'  Trying not to laugh at the ridiculous thought and get a mouthful of water, Childe instead purposely directs the water around him to drag him further into the sea. 

It was easy for him. Because the ocean is naturally different from lakes. It always moves with the rhyme of its tide, sometimes gentle and sometimes harsh enough to catch someone into its current. Childe only takes advantage of that quirk, his vision compelling the current to take him away from the harbor.

Despite being surrounded by the rush of water that seems to have a mind of its own and dragging him down, Childe assumed that Zhongli will only follow him further. 

Sure enough, Childe can sense the familiar geo presence behind him still moving with frightening speed. 'Why is he so nimble under the water?! He is not a water dragon!'

No matter. If Childe needs to suffer more forced heart-to-heart talk on the day he was supposed to relax, then the least he could have is a comfortable place. Although Childe supposed, only a lunatic will think deep under the belly of the ocean is a safe place. As for how the talk will happen while they're underwater-- that's not his problem, isn't it?

Anyway, if you asked how both of them ended up playing a demented cat-and-mouse game, Childe would like to say that it is all Hu Tao's fault. Okay maybe he has some responsibility too but the points still stand!

It’s an embarrassing event. Thinking about it makes Ajax wants to drown himself for real.

The loss of concentration almost cost him, barely dodging one grabby hand. Pretending that golden eyes is not eyeing him like prey, Childe continues his descent further into the sea. He 'shoves' an unsuspecting colony of fish that was passing by in Zhongli's direction for good measures.

“?!!!” a few bubbles from Zhongli come out, along with a hasty reaction of geo. 

‘Oop, I forgot he hates octopus…' Childe wince as an octopus that was hiding among the fish becomes rock solid (literally). Zhongli looks at him with an indescribable expression. Childe wisely pretends he didn't see anything and takes the chance to further the gap between them.

The mess started after Hu Tao's genius plan, of pushing two emotionally constipated pining men inside one office and hoping for the best, actually works. What welcome them outside the office after the 'talk' is done is this:

“Are you two done pining?” is the first thing Hu Tao asks when they finally get out of the room. Her eyes are dead and she was hugging part of the fallen door. She looks very wronged. 

Childe who was dazed when coming out of the office, snap to attention and gawked at her blunt question. Meanwhile, Zhongli watch in confusion at Xiao who was pilling more broken wood from the floor. 

The Adeptus looks back at his Lord in matching grievance with the funeral parlor director. Strangely some part of The Adeptus's clothes looks singed, it was supported by the faint burn smell in the room.

Hu Tao squints at them before deciding that everything went as smoothly as it can be, judging by the previous pulse of geo-energy and the way both of them don't look like they're trying to kill each other. Both of their clothes has wrinkle but Hu Tao's sharp eyes can guess that it's probably not from scuffling. They're even standing closer than before!

Huffing with satisfaction Hu Tao lazily declared, “If you’re done, please get out of my parlor. Remember to split the property damage between you two. I won’t accept only Mr. Childe's money!" 

Both of them obediently nod at her, looking like a pair of scolded children. Hu Tao went silent before she smile brightly her mischievous eyes hidden by her hair and hat. She has been talking with the Guardian Yaksha about the reason why he deemed her door pretty enough to be sacrificed and the conversation between them reminds her of something. 

"Peace Director Hu, it is not my intention to break your door..."

"I'll believe it after you actually tell me the reason. It's such a good door!! I won't be in peace until you explain!"

The Yaksha's hesitant explanation is halted by a strong pulse of geo-energy, it was strong enough that even Hu Tao and probably people who passed by The Wangsheng Funeral Parlor can feel it. Although the story is not complete, it was enough for Hu Tao to take some guesses about what the Adeptus is concerned about.

She set the nail in the coffin, and airly said while discreetly looking at the absent-minded young man behind Zhongli, "Also Mr. Childe please stop drowning in a strange lake. I don’t appreciate wet ghosts on my window.”

Perhaps Childe has truly exhausted himself physically or emotionally, but he was quite dazed after the long hugs Zhongli gives him. And so, his mouth is loose and running separately from his brain. Without noticing the sharpness in Hu Tao's smile, he casually replied “Luhua Lakes doesn't have any corpse though? But sure, I’ll try other lakes...”

See, on a normal day without Zhongli hugging (after he makes an unbreakable vow to him!), Childe will usually catch that word trap. He knows Hu Tao likes to insinuate things just to mess with everyone, but even Childe himself is not sure if she was lying or not.

Because it's not a one-time occurrence that she looks at something behind Childe's shoulder and told Zhongli to 'take care of it'. 

Zhongli will nod, and they'll spend hours together without Zhongli doing any extraordinary thing. Well, Childe caught the man glaring at something but it doesn't last long and they'll just end up eating at Xiangling place.

But Childe understands what both of them mean. It has been a thing for as long as he can remember. Maybe it starts when he comes out of the abyss or maybe it starts when he is promoted to Harbinger status. His job is quite bloody after all and Liyue doesn't lack any spirits or creatures with grudges. 

Childe knows that something beyond what can be gazed at with normal eyes exists and they tend to get attracted by the aftermath of his job. But after Osial, when he spends more and more time in the water some of the things that follow him tended to be well...wet and decomposing. 

Even that quirky Miko from The Grand Narukami Shrine in Inazuma scrunch her nose before splashing him with 'holy water' when they first meet. It was quite an impression. 

They were meeting to formally get Signora's remains, and take back the remaining Fatui soldiers who were causing so much trouble because of the order from a 'traitor'. It's a bunch of politics and scheming Childe wishes didn't involve him.

While the act of taking the ash itself is quick, what Childe assumed to be an awkward and hostile meeting turns into him being drenched while The Guuji is laughing at him.

Childe thinks she enjoys scolding him like he is a troublemaking fox kit who was lost on her mountain. The more Childe tried to politely rebuke her words the more teasing he get. Thankfully Ekaterina saves him when The Guuji started to pull a shrine maiden outfit out of nowhere.

Despite the speedy but polite escape, some of her words stuck with him. For example, she said that “things” seem to like to leech off of him after he spent too long on the lakes. Partly because of his job and constitution, and the other part is because of Inazuma itself. Because to put it simply, Inazuma is full of turmoil for the past few years and some water in it is not 'clean'. More so for still water like lakes.

She cautioned him that if he wants to 'play' in water it's best to not do it in Inazuma deep water, or at least do it in clear weather. Childe wisely follows her advice to avoid trouble. 

"Kits like you so love dancing with trouble, but when playing you should remember that someones are waiting for you." She muses as she boldly tried to pinch his cheek. Childe dodges it.

Although Childe heeds her words, he doesn't tell her that the trouble is not quite as ominous as she describes. He never did tell anyone but Childe doesn't minds seeing some ‘ghosts’. On the contrary, he thinks they can be called cute if Childe compares them to the things in the abyss. It's just that He doesn't want to get interrupted when he was enjoying some time alone. It's not pleasant to open your eyes and found that something is watching you.

Besides, although persistent and quick to latch into him, those 'things' always run away when Chide stared at them for too long. There's always one who follows him back, but when he gazes back at them from behind the window they always ended up fleeing. He gets the feeling that they’re probably scared of him.

It is only after a few seconds passed with strange silence that Childe register what he just said.

“….drowning?” Amber eyes stared at Childe in confusion, his tone is unsure.

Childe blankly stared back.

When Zhongli's confusion started to turn into concern at the speed visual to naked eyes, Childe firmly decide that he was done for. He instinctively steps back when Zhongli comes closer, which causes the man to look at him with more alarm and confusion. 

At the moment the world seems to freeze and there's only one thought blaring heavily in his mind.

'A good soldier knows how to retreat!'

“Right, hahaha! Thanks, Director Hu for the hospitality. I’ll pay for the door soon. It’s time for me to be off!” Childe smiles so brightly his eyes closed. His highly cheery voice hid the hand behind his back, already twisting and creating a water mirror in record time.

A twinkling water mirrors appear out of thin air, giving no consideration to the shocked people in the parlor.

Who said only Mirror Maiden can use this skill? Pssh—! Childe is the one who tutors baby Mirror Maiden in the fatui corps!

“Your majesty can you reconsider? Harbinger Tartaglia is—”

“No, my eleventh will not wear your division uniform. Just let him play to his heart. He will be bored soon.” The Tsaritsa sighed with feeling. That one child of hers always manages to attract so much attention.

The Mirror Maiden behind her is smart enough to silently nod and stop her suggestion. Even so, she was inwardly pouting and unwilling despite still looking expressionless and holding a proper stance in front of her Queen.

Because it’s been a long time since men have the drive to learn catalysts from their division. It is even rarer for The Mirror Maiden division to encounter a hydro vision holder in the Fatui (not delusion! but vision!). 

Oh, the things they can try with Lord Tartaglia's elemental mastery! So many possibilities! As the head Division of Mirror Maiden, she needs to take this chance to explore more techniques that can be created with Eleventh Harbinger's talents.

‘…also he will look so stunning in our uniforms! Even just the veil is okay!’, is the honest heart of a mom fan who is still reluctant to give up.

By the end of The Mirror Maiden Division and Eleventh Harbinger 'learning exchange', they have successfully created a hydro pressure ball that shines brightly like a polished pearl with the capacity to bring disaster around it in a 50-meter radius. By that, it means they manage to make a bomb strong enough to take down one wing of the Palace.

Harbinger Tartaglia is hereby banned from working together with Mirror Maiden Division unless with supervision.

Meanwhile, The Captain of Mirror Maiden got her wish. Harbinger Tartaglia indeed looks very beautiful with their signature veil.

Childe stepped into the swirling portal hastily, mind churning in panic and screaming to get away instead of focusing on one specific location. 

That was his first mistake.

“Wait, Childe—”

His second mistake was that he formed the portal while on Zhongli reach.

Both of them tumbled into the portal. The last thing they see is a shocked Xiao facepalming and Hu Tao cackling at them.

Zhongli's tight grip on his hand can be felt even when they're traveling roughly out of the water portal and appears on Yujing Terrace. It was so tight Childe feels the man won't let him go so easily. The feeling was right since even as they come out of the portal Zhongli didn't let go, his gloved hand still securely holding on Childe's exposed wrist.

And so, the first Childe did after getting out of the portal is throwing a fist at Zhongli's face. 

Of course, Zhongli being the infuriating and competent man he is, swiftly caught Childe swinging fist. The force of their collision is so great the dust around them was blown away.

Despite his 'attack' being stopped, Childe managed to achieve his goal. Because the previous grip on his other arm loosens. It was enough surprise for Zhongli to lessen his grip and give an opening for Childe to shake away the grip on his wrist.

Without stopping, Childe promptly dashed toward the bridge facing the ocean, nimbly dodging the surprised people around them. Zhongli is hot on his tail, the shock he felt is ignored for the time being to quickly catch up despite not knowing why Childe runs away.

It was because his focus has been on this man since they come out of the office, his eyes can't bear to tear his gaze away for too long. When the portal formed he unconsciously followed, worried and feeling something is wrong. Perhaps it was also a leftover instinct to chase when someone suddenly flee without warning. 

Knowing he was being chased, Childe continues his run while his mind categorizes his surroundings to create a distraction with whatever is close at hand. There's enough water for him to make use of. Without stopping he throws the water from the ponds around them, making quite a sizeable wave. The wave created for distraction pay no heed to other things, and so it roughly formed full of fish, water lilies, and one cat.

On a normal day, Yujing Terrace will be full of people strolling. A couple will stick close and watch the fish and the playing cat near the ponds. Older people will take the time steps slowly and enjoy the breeze. Such was the routine that repeats countless times. It was on that kind of day when unexpectedly a commotion happens in the form of what appeared to be a foreign young man being chased by the esteemed Mr. Zhongli from Wangsheng Funeral Parlor.

Normally they would just watch them, although it's strange for Mr. Zhongli to hurry like that it was not their concern. The foreign young man doesn't even knock down anyone in his run.

That is until the water from the ponds unnaturally rises to the height of a two-story building.

People around Yujing Terrace first stared in wonder at the miracle-like movement of the water. When it eventually becomes an incoming wave they can only stare in mute horror. It happened so fast that their screams were quickly cut off by the falling body of water. 

Fortunately, the wave only lasts for a few moments as if it was just a whim of a mischievous Adeptus. Unfortunately, it didn't stop the confusion and hysteria that spread around Yujing Terrace.

“What the fuuck!!” A gentleman who was drenched from the magical wave screamed again. Beside him, his fiance who was equally wet is laughing prettily at the lilies that landed on his hair.

“Is that Mr. Zhongli??!” One woman shrieks in fright at her beau, watching the dashing consultant jump off the Yujing terrace bridge. Unfortunately, her beau is still coughing water. "Mr. what?? Cough!!" 

From the direction of the ponds, a voice can be heard wailing in despair, “I CANT SWIM!!”

His friend who was beside him patiently sigh, “The water is as tall as your knee!”

They were both knocked down by the wave into the pond. Despite being both wet like a rat, the other gentleman kindly coaxed his friend to get out of the pond. "Sshh, be good, the waves are gone. Come now, before you get sick again."

"Brother, it was scary but awesome! Maybe your idea of getting out once in a while has merit!!" a cheery reply comes from the young man as he obediently gets out of the ponds with some help.

Their harmonious conversation is interrupted by a screaming old man who was frightfully curled up like a shrimp, “AAAHHH THE LORD OF VORTEX IS HERE FOR REVENGEE!!”

As if the scream is a trigger it was followed by another roar, “MRAAAWW!!!”

A not so lucky young woman, who somehow manage to catch a cat from the waves instead of fish or lilies, shrieked back in fright at the majestically flying claws on her face, “GET THIS CAT OFF OF MEE—”

Her friend watches dumbfounded as the young woman dances around with a yowling cat stuck on her, she steps back and screams in alarm as the frantic duo comes closer in her direction, "W-WAIT DON'T THROW THAT BEAST AT ME— DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE—!"

(Later, Childe himself doesn't remember much about it. He vaguely recalls some scream from behind him. He definitely hears a surprised yowl from a cat before he finally jumps into the water relieving embrace. When he hears the reports from Ekaterina later (after getting passive-aggressively scolded), Childe starts to consider if the saying that Harbinger brought chaos jinxes him or something. Ah well, the more the merrier right? 

Although he should probably buy that poor cat some treat as an apology...

He should donate for the pond's maintenance too...)

When they come out of the portal, Zhongli instinctively raised his hand to catch an incoming fist. He watches in astonishment at Childe's face, which instead of frustration there's a glimpse of victory. Sure enough, the young man takes the split second of his bewilderment to shake away Zhongli's grip. 

When a wave two-story height slammed in his direction, Zhongli watch it with appreciation at the masterful use of vision. His own shield quickly formed around him without slowing his run. It was strong enough to bear the weight of water, but not so great such as the people of Yujing Terrace will suspect him of being too powerful. Furthermore, the waves will only serve to help cover his use of power.

Among the screams and confusion Zhongli thought that Childe's mastery of elements is as wonderful as he always suspect. The wave might have a terrifying size but the force and weight of it is focused on Zhongli alone. Zhongli does not doubt that there won't be a living collateral from that wave, aside from maybe some fish.

With that in thought, he let go of the concern from the screams around them and continue to chase the sprinting young man in front of him.

It does not surprise Zhongli that Childe jumps off into the ocean as the water is his friend more than it is to Zhongli. Nevertheless, he follows him down too.

It resulted in them continuing their chase even underwater. At first, it was more frantic, but Childe seems to calm down the more they spend time on water. 

When Childe appears to be dragged deeper under the water by something, Zhongli almost thought Osial or Beisht is still on Liyue water. It was too fast and unnatural. 

But seeing the excited and bloodthirsty smile on the young man's face, the panic wash away along with the water leaving something else to fill his heart. It's a rush of warmth that, dare he say it, was exciting.

Zhongli's head hurt, but his heart is beating fiercely.

It was a mix of momentary confusion and concern that rattled him to follow Childe into the portal. Because, if he is in his normal state Zhongli will realize faster about the reason why Childe might run away. 

He should’ve known the little fox would not take kindly to more probing after having spent hours talking his emotion out. The man is already painfully shy after a few words of appreciation. He already pushes Childe's limit by embracing him for so long.

It's quite interesting Zhongli realises. Because normally he will not be hasty, like rushing into an unstable portal. He would've let Childe makes his 'escape'. It appears that he too, like Childe, is more affected than it looks by the talk they have in his office. No wonder Alatus looks so shocked before the portal swept them away.

Although the current situation was happening because of his impulsivity, Zhongli doesn't want to stop. Even when he accidentally encounters that- that slimy thing.

Because at some points Childe looks like he is having fun. This impromptu chase is amusing for him. Zhongli can see it by the sharp smile on Childe's lip and the sparks of joy in his eyes. Like a pleased feline that finally get to play. 

So here Zhongli is, playing what people would say is a life-risking game of tag. The love of his life gleefully tries to drown him. On another man, this will be a horrifying experience, but Zhongli can only helplessly blow bubbles and go along with him. 

The teasing smile and flexible body that evaded his grasp, with only Childe's vision lighting their surroundings can only come out as beautiful to Zhongli. 

He feels that the illuminating soft blue of Childe's vision is quite romantic. His own fake vision doesn't glow, although there's a dim light from his hair. But it fails to beat the way Childe's light their surrounding, reflecting on the water and the fish that passed by. 

Zhongli recognizes that perhaps this is why mortal is very fixated on the legend of mermaid and siren even after thousands of years. It was a myth that never fade. 

The Mortal that lives near the ocean tends to make a legend that always sings the beauty of mysterious beings in the water. Liyue people are no exception. Although theirs is serving more as a cautionary tale, Zhongli has records that Mortal from other regions like Fontaine and Snezhnaya also creates stories about sirens and mermaids.

But, surely a legend coming from mortal inexperience with facing water elementals can’t hold to the beauty in front of him?

Granted, the danger of being turned silly by the beauty might hold some truth to them, Zhongli admits with some embarrassment.

If Guizhong ever heard this she will never let him live it down.

The faded yet bright laugh of his friend seems to echos in his mind, as with a smile Zhongli dives deeper into the sea to pursue his dearest treasure.

Chapter Text

“Hahaha!” is the first sound Childe let out when Zhongli finally manages to catch him and drag him to the surface. 

He threw his head back and laugh madly, showing his lean pale neck. His entire body will flop back into the water if not for the hold Zhongli had on him.

Zhongli huffed, staring fixedly at the wide smile on the younger one face. He tried not to stare at the pale neck Childe show off so carelessly, even though it was very distracting. Both aesthetically and intuitively.

A roar that oddly sounds scandalized echoes in his mind'...We must bite him before others do! Our mark can protect him.'

Zhongli firmly refuses the voice, 'No, that's not appropriate. Settle down.'

A whine that no self-respected dragon should ever do answers him instead, 'But he's showing his throat so innocently!! What if he shows it carelessly to others and they take advantage of him?'

'Sssh, our treasure will sooner beat them to the ground. More importantly, he looks cold. Were human lips supposed to be that blue?' A more calm rumble distracts The Dragon.

Both of their concerned fussings make Zhongli shakes his head exasperatedly. 

Blinking multiple times and focusing on the present, Zhongli observes that indeed, Childe's complexion is paler than usual, both of their temperatures lowered by the time they spend chasing each other under the sea. 

Zhongli firmly hold down any inappropriate thought from showing on his face, the beasts inside him still clamoring to bite and  mark . Thankfully his moments of distraction only took a few seconds and Childe is still shaking with leftover laughter.

He composed himself and somehow managed to give the man in his arm judgmental but fond eyes. He is not sure what’s exactly Childe found funny but has the inkling that some of it is because Zhongli probably looks like a drowned rat.

He sure felt like it. In the past, some of his more blunt Adepti also said something along those lines. Childe's twitching smile every time he looks at Zhongli also supports this guess.

“Are you having fun?” he asked anyway, feeling the man breathlessly gasp for air with a leftover giggle. Zhongli slowly tried to naturally fix his wet hair, pushing aside some of the hair that escape the hair tie. Its flops on the water, making Childe snorts.

“Yeah, we should have tried this sooner!” Childe enthusiastically replied, he never thought playing a game of tag underwater will be this fun! 

Zhongli was trying hard not to lose control, he is not sure if he wants to just retie his hair or pinch the dimple on Childe's cheek. He looks so happy, it's been a while since Zhongli can see Childe this relaxed. In fact, it's too long for his taste.

Feeling sour yet sweet, Zhongli can’t help the petulant note in his voice, “I rather we spar Childe.”

He regrets he didn't take the offer to spar when Childe always offer it before. He was concerned it will blow his cover. Childe is sharp, and Zhongli doesn't have doubts that he will eventually discover something if he truly got into a fight with him.

Childe won't take holding back well and he will test the limit ordinary humans won't be able to cross.

And Zhongli with his nature will be stringed along eventually. He will be charmed by Childe's preservation and skill, it will make him tempted to try.

It's not the right timing to blow his cover. He must be patient, the deal has been made. Until this last contract is fulfilled he doesn't have the right to indulge with Childe's honest request.

Not yet. He must wait.

Just a little bit more.

Until he can honestly face Childe without any deception. 

Childe doesn’t notice the dilemma despite their proximity. He instead gawked and immediately exclaim in glee “You said it first Zhongli-Xiansheng, don’t you dare take it back!”

There's a burst of excitement that he can't hold back, making him restless and the ocean swirl around them chaotically for a few seconds. He has been trying multiple times to ask Zhongli for a spar. It still feels unreal that the man finally says yes.

“I already said yes before, didn’t I? I would not take it back.” Zhongli nodded helplessly. He successfully distracts Childe but somehow his heart is still unsatisfied. He decided to plan more future spars, Childe might even stay longer in Liyue if he time it right.

'Or we could follow him!'

'That's right, it's been a while since we travel the land. Won't it be nice to see the difference and tell stories for our treasure?'

Zhongli silently contemplates this idea. Feeling momentary wonder that he can leave Liyue for a while without stressing about it.

That's right. He didn't leave Liyue much after the number of Adepti dwindle. Constantly standing guard just in case another threat will destroy their legacy. Now that Liyue passed the test and his people start to bridge the gap that unknowingly form between his Adepti, Zhongli can retire peacefully.

But what do people do when they retire?

He has the belief that they finally can take a rest from their duty. But what else?

Now that he has the time and is free from his duty, Zhongli tried to remember things he is not able to do before with peace of mind. The concept of free easily reminds him of a certain friend of his.

A memory from long ago comes to the surface of his mind. It was of Barbatos throwing his hands up in exasperation and accidentally flinging a wine cup with his wings. He was shouting rather distressedly, "Morax, you should learn how to take it easy and relax. Stop doing boring stuff that makes you lose your scale in stress!"

Zhongli remembers that he replied with a raised eyebrow and feeling offended rebutted with, "I do not lose my scale."

He notices now what he failed to that at the time. Barbatos is concerned for him. He must've been for a while. Zhongli remembers how after that Barbatos keep trying to involve Zhongli with 'something fun' and making a mess around Liyue. It results in him throwing some rocks that scared Barbatos away. At least for a few years. Then he is back again.

Guilt built up inside him. The way Barbatos does it might be messy, but his intention is warming. It makes Zhongli want to remember their interaction again now that he has a new perspective.

Deciding to take the advice his friend told him before, Zhongli tried to remember the alternative that Barbatos keeps repeating as a way to have fun. Unfortunately to sum it up the advice is to drink wine, travel outside, see more people, and drink more wine. 

Drinking too much is not Zhongli's taste, he should leave that for Barbatos. Teyvat does not need more drunk ancient beings.

Traveling though...

Travel won't count as 'boring stuff', right? Childe always seems excited to tell his experience in his homeland and other nation. Barbatos also occasionally sings about other wonders that he heard from the wind whenever they meet up.

Moreover, it means he can spend more time with Childe.

Oh, Zhongli would like to think more about this. The beast inside him croons and rumbles in agreement, all three of them in a rarely seen unanimous state.

Childe hummed, watching the person in front of him keep blinking without saying anything.  'Did he get water in his eyes?

They’re currently in the middle of the ocean very far from Liyue Harbor. Childe assumes that they’re probably on the Sea of Cloud but past Guyun Stone Forest. If Zhongli didn’t catch him just now, they will directly headed to Inazuma. Childe will even dare to bet that they're almost halfway there. 

In any case, he can't see any land around them, and the depth Zhongli drags him from can't be called shallow.

Feeling the arms that are still firmly wrapped around him, Childe experimentally goes boneless. Sure enough, he doesn’t even need to do anything to float. Zhongli still easily took his weight and made both of them float steadily.

Knowing there’s no use pushing the matter away now that he is literally in a dragon clutch, Childe finally asks the unsaid question, glancing away to the blue sky. It was sunny and too bright, making his eyes water. “So, why did you follow me?”

He heard Zhongli sigh heavily, making him peek at the man. Zhongli looks guilty. “…my body moved first. I apologize for startling you.” 

Now that the rush it’s over, Zhongli realizes that he probably spooked Childe unnecessarily. He decides not to push Childe but in the end, he still broke a boundary even if Childe won't say it. 

Childe huffed back, more relaxed than he should have after giving his best trying to avoid this man. He gives a sharp smile, asking a question and daring Zhongli to answer it right. "Well, what are you going to do now that you catch me?"

Zhongli metaphorically pushes away the dragon inside him that started to roar thunderously. It's almost indecipherable, but Zhongli can feel it insisted to take Childe back to their nest- 

'What nest?! We do not have a nest!' Zhongli tried to push the voice away, even though that voice is a part of himself. 

'Yet. We'll have the most comfortable and luxurious one for our treasure!' The Dragon growled indignantly, its tail swishing at Zhongli just to annoy him back. Zhongli hissed back, looking at the more calmer and rational part of him for backup.

He should know better.

The Qilin is pacing back and forth while muttering for the two to hear. It didn't pay attention too focused on a more important matter.

'What would our treasure like for the base of the nest? Red silk? Or Blue? Both would look wonderful with a hint of gold.' The serious contemplation of The Qilin makes Zhongli want to bash his own head.

-and blinked his eyes. The inner turmoil doesn't even take a second. It was not the first time this disagreement between him own self happened. It's not like he has multiple personalities, they're both him. The instinctual part of him anyway. It was common for a mixed breed, especially so for children with a parent that has different natures or elements. They might lean on one ancestor but the part that was different yet integral for their existence will always exist. If they ever denied one half of themselves it will bring disaster to their sense of self.

Zhongli has long since passed this part of growth. In terms of years, he most probably has already reached the last stage of development for his species. It's rare for him to argue with his instinct like a youngling. 

Was a fulfilling retirement truly have a positive effect on the soul that it can make someone younger?

Saving that thought for another time and expertly ignoring the clamoring voices in his head, Zhongli concentrated to give Childe an answer. The man apparently notices that Zhongli has spent some time inside his own head. Yet he was still waiting for Zhongli's response without saying anything. He was almost vigilantly silent as if waiting for the opponent to make the first move.

Zhongli's heart thrums, there are so many answers but there's one thing that he must make clear first. 

"Nothing. If you don't want to talk then that's okay, Childe." then following the unsaid oath to not hide anything again between them Zhongli honestly adds, "Although, I can't deny that I am curious and concerned."

Childe mutely looks at him, considering the words carefully as if they can inflict damage, trying to calm his once-racing heart. He is not as anxious as before, surrounded by the elements he can control easily. Zhongli's readiness to back off also helps him settle down. It makes him able to sharply judge the situation. 

Calmly thinking back to the start of how this mess started, Childe can't help the way his lips twitched in an annoyed smile. He pointed out, "That Yaksha of yours is so meddlesome, I'm sure he will report it anyway..."

Yes, that rude Adeptus. The one that dragged him back without his consent. Childe pats himself on the back for not fighting that yaksha for real in the middle of The Harbor even if it's at the cost of his dignity. He is begrudgingly impressed by The Adeptus's strength and control too. Both of them hold back, but it is more obvious now how that situation at Liyue Harbor gate can escalate in a worse direction.

Besides, as a fellow soldier to an Archon, Childe thinks The Guardian Yaksha will report the reason for his action today to Zhongli. Although even he is not sure what The Adeptus will report, his act seems very hasty today wasn't it? At least, it doesn't seem like he planned to disturb The Harbinger's alone time. Moreover, Childe is still quite confused about the reason why The Adeptus fish him out of the bottom of the lake. 

Do Luhua Pools have forbidden treasure or Adeptus domain? It shouldn't be. Zhongli never mentions that and Childe himself doesn't feel anything. He can only feel the usual calmness and sometimes a faded echo of warmth and care from the previous creator of that lake.

Zhongli paused before confusedly staring at Childe as if something just occurred to him "Now that you mention it, Alatus did bring you to the parlor."

That's right. Everything happens so fast and his focus is heavily on the man in his arm that any other thought has been reserved for later. 

"Xiansheng, he literally drags me there kicking and screaming." Childe smiles with gritted teeth, still somewhat annoyed by that. That Adeptus of him really doesn't take no for an answer, Childe will 'request' for a spar as an exchange. He just needs to find somewhere where no normal people will get involved right? It's a good thing Liyue has a lot of that.

Zhongli doesn't know if he should be worried about his Yaksha, Childe looks like he is planning something with a gleam in his eyes. But he decides to focus on a more important matter, "I apologize for my retainer conduct...But it is not like Alatus to be involved. This matter must've been important for him to do so. But Childe, if you don't want me to know I can, as you say, refuse to hear the 'report'."

This time Childe let out a frustrated groan, throwing his body backward wishing the water will swallow him up. Zhongli's stupidly warm hold prevents that, only making them wobble slightly.

He feels like they were back to square one. Why is Zhongli acting as if he's walking on an eggshell? Childe has the impression that they might even be talking about different things. In the first place, He didn't do anything illegal, he didn't hurt anyone, he is just trying to relax! So why is that Adeptus made such a commotion?

Everyone has their own way to loosen up, and Childe just happens to be able to relax more when he is surrounded by water. There should be nothing wrong with that?

Right, he didn't accidentally do a faux pas. Then, why does it make him so uneasy to tell Zhongli about the situation? Part of it is the embarrassment of getting caught while fleeing. Another part is because he himself is not sure what makes The Guardian Yaksha so rattled that he chooses to drag a Harbinger through Liyue Harbor. How is he supposed to explain the situation when he is not sure what caused it?

The other reason that gripped his heart firmly yet makes him unwilling to admit it out loud is that everything is too much. The rawness of talking, impulsively letting out the thought he has been harboring for months is exhausting. It's the kind that takes the load off his shoulder but it left him wanting to sleep immediately.

No part of him imagines that they'll be in each other arms like this, peacefully floating and talking without tenseness or provoking each other.

Somehow Childe always knew that he will meet Zhongli sooner or later, whether it's on the battlefield or at Liyue Market coincidentally passing each other. But there's no scenario in his head where they immediately talk about everything like today. He certainly does not have any way to know that Zhongli will make a- a vow!! 

The thought of what if Zhongli will pretend that nothing is wrong, is his most hated scenario. It reminds him of how most of his family pretends everything is okay. Always run away or change the conversation when Ajax wants to talk about the unsaid things that linger between them.

It burns something inside him. He can take Zhongli angry at him for releasing Osial, he can take Zhongli displeased with the way Ajax avoids him. 

But he doesn't want Zhongli to continue with his life as if he doesn't exist. As if the time they spent together is nothing. As if things between them have always been destined to be that way, and it's only him, the unnatural one, that feels something is off.

No matter the ending, even if it takes a lot of time. Even if it takes months, or years for him to be ready, Ajax always knows he will confront Zhongli. Even if they're fated as enemies and not friends after that. There's something inside that declares it is not their final meeting yet. They'll meet again even if the result of that is not yet known. 

Truthfully, he just doesn't want to run away from the one person that might be able to understand him.

It was a selfish reason. Most probably too naive and hopeful. But even if it's just one in a million chance, Ajax still wants to try. He doesn't want to let this dream go yet now that he feels a small taste of it.

In short, with the direction the day had been going, Childe felt somewhat confused and unsteady. He rather rest for a day than facing another in-depth talk so soon with Zhongli again. Because while Childe is not sure why, whatever the discussion will be it'll not be an easy conversation. Judging from The Guardian Yaksha's reaction and Zhongli's words, the way he acted today is not how he usually does. 

Dare he say it, The Adeptus seems to be... worried? It's especially more obvious now that Childe is calmer and can analyze their chaotic first interaction. Childe remembers The Adeptus hissing and on the verge of growling after rudely picking him up from the lake. 

Although uncertain which part is wrong, Childe has an impression that he did something bad. Which he didn't mind you! But it seems like explaining it for Zhongli will take a long time and Childe just— ...he doesn't know anymore.

Childe unconsciously avert his eyes and look down into the water, making his wet hair cover his confused gaze. It didn't escape Zhongli's notice though, in that split second of thought he notice the turmoil and confusion that fleeted on Childe's face. Zhongli feels his heart ache, did he unknowingly hurt Childe again?

"Childe, look at me." Zhongli taps lightly on a pale cold cheek, carefully trying to catch The Harbinger's attention. His voice is soft like trying to soothe a small animal.

As if snapped away from a trace Childe looks at Zhongli's warm gazes. Has he not been responding for a long time? He doesn't mean to ignore Zhongli's question.

Before he can fumble a response, Zhongli's hand which is still on his cheek moved in a caress that distract him. Bringing their close proximity to attention again. "My dear, it's okay if you don't want to explain."

He tried to be soothing, conveying patience and affection. He was inwardly quite guilty and anxious that he might shatter the new fragile bonds between them.

"It's not that I don't want to! I just..." Childe bites his lips frustrated at something inside him that makes him hesitant, "Can you ask again later? Just... not today?"

"Yes. There's no need to rush. As long as you allow it, I'll always be here to hear your thoughts." Zhongli relax, his shoulder slumped a little bit in relief. So Childe still wants to talk to him. That's a good sign. 

Childe sighed, feeling the previous exhaustion come back again. He flops his head on Zhongli's shoulder, feeling bittersweet. The wet texture of Zhongli's coat is comforting, proving all of this is real. 

He is not one to seek comfort like this but after everything and the way Zhongli's touch is always gentle yet firm, something in him wants to indulge just a little bit. He whispers tentatively, "...Hey, Zhongli-Xiansheng?"

"Yes?" Zhongli stared at the hair that still manages to be soft despite the wetness of it. His heart is not beating properly since Childe suddenly closes the distance between them. This is the first time Childe initiated close physical contact like this. He was always polite despite the outgoing nature he shows to people, always careful not to bump into people. Holding a distance where he can't accidentally hurt others.

Childe tried to find words that can excuse the momentary impulse to seek comfort, He finally manages to mumble some words that while truthful don't encompass the feeling boiling inside him.

"To be honest I'm a little tired..." Before it was so hard to admit this, but now he can do it slowly. Perhaps it was the ocean or the exhaustion. Maybe it was Zhongli. Whatever it is the feeling is strange but can't be called bad. 

Feeling braver than he ever is, Childe grips hesitantly on Zhongli's back. A few seconds feel like an eternity when he finally and clumsily made a hold that resembles a hug. It was not as natural when they do it in the office, but Childe thinks that's because at the time he is driven by emotions. Besides, the only other person he regularly hugs is his siblings now, it was rare for other members of his family not to flinch when he greets them with a hug.

Zhongli trembles in Childe's hold, a purr almost escaped him before he manages to speak. He takes it as permission to shift his hands so that the previous hold preventing Childe from falling into the water is now more like an embrace. His heart feels sweet and full of wonder. Humans adapt so fast, or perhaps it is just that Childe always constantly breaks his limits. It was not long ago in his office when Childe hesitate to come closer on his own. "…It seems so. Are you cold, Childe?"

Zhongli can't help nuzzling at Childe's head, getting a face full of damp fluffy hair. They're so close and all he wants is to give the exhausted man solace. Both emotionally and physically. They in the water for hours now, even Childe with his human body should be cold.

"A little bit. Anyway, you can ask your rude Yaksha. It's just a small matter, I don't have any intention to hide it. I just need more time and space." Childe grumbles, exhaustion deep in his bones but somehow being comforted. He can feel Zhongli's movement. Was this man cuddling him? In the middle of the ocean? 

Childe grips Zhongli's back more tightly and closed his eyes, feeling like his cheek is burning despite the cold wind and water. He is not sure why he suddenly can't bear to look at the man's face. 

"Hmm. Would you like to go home and rest, Childe? I'll escort you there." Zhongli offers simply, not commenting about his yaksha. It's great that Childe gives permission for Zhongli to essentially gather information. But at this moment the hint that Childe might be cold is more urgent and alarming. It's not easy for Childe to be cold as he is from Snezhnaya. He should be uncomfortable if he admitted it. 

Childe takes a deep breath, at this rate he feels like he might melt into the water and join the ocean. Instead, he let his hand that holds tightly on Zhongli's back stay. Objectively Zhongli is indeed the only warm thing here. 

He finally manages to choke out a reply, "Okay."

Where is home? 

His office and temporary abode in Northland Bank are not home. It was just a comfortable place to stay, and he likes it a lot, but he also knows that is not what people would call home.

His family house where his little sibling stay is too far for Zhongli to mention it. He hasn't been back for months now. He misses it a bit but to be honest he misses the presence of his little stars more, their warm care and soft voice always able to comfort him.

But he's is in Liyue right now.

There's no place that comes to mind when Zhongli mentions home. 

And yet, right now agreeing to Zhongli offer of taking him home so he can rest feels like a right answer.

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Following what seems to be a pattern, their moment of tenderness is quickly broken.

"So...How do we go back?" Childe asks seriously. 

"..." Zhongli stared back mutely. It was a good question. Because they're indeed floating somewhere in the ocean with no land in sight.

Childe starts to cheer up his smile becoming more genuine, enjoying the way Zhongli confusedly stared back at him. It's funny, the man has shown a more flabbergasted expression than he had ever seen before. It was new and lovely, making the previous bleakness gradually vanish.

"If only someone doesn't chase me down to the literal middle of nowhere." Childe sighs dramatically, trying not to laugh at the ridiculous situation they're in. He's having this urge more than he has in months, it's a ticklish feeling. Not bad at all.

To be honest, if he pushes himself he can easily make a narwhal construct to ride on. In the case of an emergency, he can even use foul legacy to fly up and find the nearest land, or at least the right direction.

Although he rather he didn't do that, for one Master Skirk will beat him up if she ever knew he used Foul Legacy as a replacement for a map and compass. It was one time! Snezhnaya mountain is a maze and no one will ever convince him otherwise! 

Second, juggling his mind to not lose himself is draining. While chaotic, today is not a bad day at all. In fact, he has not been this content for a long time. So he rather not end this day with a battle that'll left a bitter taste in him. Other than the exhaustion he is already in, Childe is also asking just to see what Zhongli will come out with. 

Zhongli does not disappoint.

"Would you like to try my way? I have seen you doing quite a beautiful work in elemental control today. That water portal imitating Teleport Waypoint is very fascinating." Zhongli offered, he can't help the appreciation in his voice. He was honestly impressed, it's been a while since he can feel the elements tremble like that.

Childe raises his eyebrow, his voice pointing out the obvious. "Mirror Maiden has been known to do it since a long time ago, Xiansheng. It's not that special."

Zhongli huffed in disbelief, "But can they do it as far as you? Didn't you choose Yujing Terrace ponds as a control point because it has natural hydro energy on it? I have no doubt you can travel farther given more preparation, am I not right?"

His tone is sure and firm. It was as if he stating a fact he knows to be true and he's currently discussing this because he's daring Childe to deny his words. 

It reminds Childe of the tones Zhongli uses while arguing with scholars about Liyue's forgotten history. He will explain everything without a hurry, but you can feel the passive aggressiveness behind that perfectly polite facade.

Childe holds back the childish urge to whine.

Because Zhongli's theory is right. In the first place, making a water portal that connects to Yujing Terrace was supposed to be an emergency exit only known to Childe and his closest subordinate, like Ekaterina. It's not the only one they have, Childe ever the prepared always have more than one, but this particular emergency exit is located right on The Harbor and the sea.

It was a last resort just in case his fight for Rex Lapis happened near the Harbor and he need a clean getaway after successfully taking the gnosis. Ekaterina will then wait on Yujing Terrace and escape alone with the gnosis if his injury from the fight makes him unable to move quickly.

The 11th Harbinger will then become a big distraction, while the mission object will be successfully delivered and headed smoothly to Snezhnaya. As for what will happen after he will end up alone, that's up to his luck and skill. Maybe he will die in a glorious battle. Maybe The Geo Archon, his Adepti, or The Liyue Qixing will arrest him and throw him into the interrogation room for attacking their Archon.

Well, now look at how that hypothetical scenario turned out. He did meet the hiding Rex Lapis in Liyue, but The Geo Archon covered himself well and manage to take him for dinner regularly instead.

Childe planned for many things as he always does with an important battle, but he can't expect the whole debacle that happened on Liyue. Signora can insult his 'ignorance' all she wants but she's not the one being dragged all over Liyue while being educated in its culture and wonder by a stunning man. Not that she will appreciate it, her heart has long been consumed by her own flame.

It does cause Childe to wonder briefly if Her Majesty The Tsaritsa expect this development when she made that contract. 

With so many unknowns and uncertainty on where he will encounter the Geo Archon, Childe made sure to scout all water sources that can be used as teleport points all over Liyue in his first week there. 

Now with that embarrassingly unstable portal, he created today, Yujing Terrace can't be used as an emergency exit since it might become public knowledge…

The Liyue Qixing will investigate it for sure. Childe laments the loss of opportunity, he tried not to think about the imminent scolding he will get from Ekaterina after this.

"Okay okay! You found out. But, how are you going to take us back to the land Mr. Scholar? Because I sure have never seen how Geo Vision holders will travel on water." Childe can't help throwing a provoking tone. It's just the way he is and Zhongli, this enabler, makes it so easy to fall into the urge of childish bickering.

Besides Zhongli challenging him first! Childe will admit his points, but he won't let it ends just like that.  

"With pleasure." Zhongli smiled, a touch of excitement to show his technique leaking out. 

Zhongli knew Childe enjoy new ways to improve himself, thus showing something he had never seen before will surely get his interest. This man is always full of vigor when seeing an opportunity to become stronger.

"He will love a fight with us." The Dragon nods its head regally like it is embedding a wise concept to a mortal. In contrast, the long fluffed tail behind it wags excitedly, not unlike a dog. "And he won't be angry when he loses."

"Oh, such a quick way for you to judge his chance for victory, I thought you adore him?" The Qilin snorts knowing what's coming. Zhongli wishes it can shut up.

The Dragon reared back in shock, and hissed like its tail got stepped on while roaring "How dare you question my adoration for him?! I was just admiring his perseverance. Our Treasure might lose for the first few rounds, but I'm sure he will catch up soon. It is not impossible for him to take us down given the time and change for him to get stronger. His mindset to take a loss as a lesson to get stronger is marvelous. Truly a worthy opponent!"

Despite how it just describes a possible threat, the dragon looks proud. It's beyond ecstatic that the one they courted won't ever be afraid of their strength. A Dragon they might be, but a lifelong companion is something like a miracle. Contrary to the human saying, a mate won't be a blessing from 'heaven' as Celestia is not one to regard that as their domain. 

Every meeting is an encounter, but an encounter with a compatible soul is a chance in fate. But it will not bear result unless both party works towards it. It can sense that Childe has a turbulent fate, but no fate is truly sealed unless they didn't do anything to change their future. And Childe has drive to change in spade, always adapting and improving. For that, the Dragon is hopeful and enchanted by this soul.

The Qilin didn't say anything more and let The Dragon gush excitedly in the background. It watches fondly as the massive body spin and falls all over in excitement to praise Childe, smitten beyond recognition.

"Why did you tease him, he won't shut up now." Zhongli ruefully tried to ignore the troublesome voice that was now singing about Childe's value as a warrior and his beauty as a tenacious soul.

"I am only trying to prepare us for when we will spar with him. You might hesitate because he's a human, and it'll only cause us to suffer because our dear Childe will notice it and he will be beyond furious." The Qilin replied sweetly, shoving a furry snout at Zhongli to make him focus on the world outside. Zhongli stared back knowing the words is not finished yet, this part of him has always been more rational and careful.

"Also, don't act like a youngling. You know why you can hear us. It's not because we're particularly noisy today, it's because you act 'human' for months and then you dare to suddenly evoke a vow." The Qilin scoffed, it'll roll its eyes if it has a habit of it. Instead, that eyes that can see through the soul heavily gaze at Zhongli's own, their amber eyes meeting with each other.

"Even if Celestia is silent for a while now, it's good to tread carefully." It reprimanded itself, or rather Zhongli, with a swapping tail hitting him squarely in the face, breaking the eye contact.

Zhongli pushes away the fluffy tail that keeps slapping at him multiple times. Yes, he does have a raising suspicion for the reason why he can hear them so loudly today. He starts hearing them since initiating that vow.

Nowadays, the voice of the beasts is more of a whisper without sound, urging him to do something. They're part of him born from his instinct and nature after all. It's quite unorthodox for them to make such a racket. It might be that his instinct is trying to warn him.

"I am aware. The vow is a calculated risk." Zhongli said after a while, not denying but rather silently agreeing. He did not regret doing it is unsaid but acknowledged between them. 

The Qilin shoved at Zhongli again, more gently than before, signaling him that he should focus more on the person in front of him.

Zhongli comes back with a blink and is greeted by Childe's deep blue eyes. Dark and lightless as always, but he catches a sense of anticipation in it. Perhaps it's because he has just spent a few seconds reflecting in his mind, but gazing at the depth blue eyes in front of him, a thought occupied his mind. 

Childe always has a tight control of his body and expression. But on certain occasions, especially concerning a fight, his eyes will always gleam with excitement. It reminds Zhongli of the subtle glow from Noctilucous Jade, which always needs a certain condition before it can shine more beautifully. Not many people have the patience and ability to respect its beauty.

The same holds true with Childe. Zhongli witnesses how ordinary people can barely hold eye contact with Childe. It makes them unable to see the difference between aggression and anticipation. It earned Childe quite a fearsome reputation, which Zhongli suppose is useful in his line of work. 

But this created a habit where Childe will smile widely until his eyes were closed so that other people won't be too guarded when talking to him. This smile of his can be quite fake when meeting with strangers or ordinary people. But with people he deems close enough to, that smile will appear again but a little more genuine. It is sweeter even if some part of looks odd.

It was because Childe tried to act normal like the people around him, trying to tone down the whole sharpness of his being. Zhongli would know, he basically did the same thing. Smile just enough to pass as a human, careful that no teeth show up when he did it.

Zhongli is not sure what part of himself that Childe hides from the world, but it nevertheless made people who have a sharp sense wary of him. They either notice he hide something or that he is faking his attitude.

Thankfully, the one close enough to Childe will also notice that behind the unnatural eyes and smile is a young man who tried to act normal and does not wish harm to them. Zhongli saw it in some of Childe's subordinates, while they fear his strength, they also respect him faithfully. Even Traveler is starting to warm up and getting used to Childe's eccentricities. The fact that they keep sparing regularly is enough proof to Zhongli.

But this only made Zhongli wishes that he can see Childe smile purely with his heart in the future. What kind of expression he will show when he is truly happy? Will his eyes light up or will it be as stunning as always? Will he show a pair of fangs when he smiles without restraint?

Saving his musing for another time, Zhongli's hand reluctantly let go of his holds around Childe. Focusing once more on the present, after all he was supposed to surprise Childe with an elemental control.   

The hand that previously touch Childe's cheek tenderly is now in the air forming a cup as if something will fall on Zhongli's hand. Childe's eyes followed the movement curiously. 

Geo-energy started to gather on top of Zhongli's hand, first trickling slowly to form a small square before increasing in size and width until it slowly formed into a flat shape. When it finished, it moved from the hand to beside them. 

It is a platform that's hovering in the middle of the ocean, looking innocently like a mini island. Except for the hovering in the air part.

Childe stared in wonder, looking below the construct and letting out a considering hum at the way it did not touch the ocean. It is essentially floating as Zhongli wishes it to be. He knocks under it, receiving a resounding thuds and trying to estimate the thickness of it.

"You sure this can take our weight? I did see you floating that rock often but this one looks very thin to stand on." Childe muse as he knocks again, discovering that yes, it's quite thin. 

Rather than receiving a lecturing tone like Zhongli always did when explaining his reason, Childe feels the hold around him shifted a bit. Not receiving a reply makes him pause knocking and glancing at Zhongli in confusion.

"Why not you check it directly?" a smile that is more like a smirk is uncharacteristically on Zhongli's face.

Childe can see what looked like honest to god,  fangs.

It makes him dazed enough that he didn't realize what happened until it was too late, "Huh—"

Zhongli's hand on his waist is warm.

It didn’t even take a second. One moment he is still in the water and the next he is sitting on the geo-made platform, dripping water all over. It's a gesture not unlike a parent hauling their mischievous child away from playing too long in the pool, easily lifting them to a higher surface.

Another thing baffling him is the sensation of heat that feels like a hot brand. Because Zhongli, the infuriating man, is smiling at him while both of his palms are still around Childe's waist. His gloves hand somehow transferred warmth, especially the one that touched his skin. Zhongli coincidentally managed to position it directly on the opening of his uniform.

Amidst the feeling of confusion and fluttering in his heart, (because 'uh, why did his uniform have a stomach window again?' ), Childe's needle-like focus noticed something.

'This bastard is smug’ Childe concluded in abrupt realization. Zhongli might act gentlemanly but that squint in his eyes and the way he is clearly holding back a smirk didn’t escape Childe's notice.

“Stop laughing,” Childe demands his face abruptly hot. Without waiting, his power responded, and a wave created from his vision sweeps over Zhongli heavily. The height of it is massive enough to swallow both of them. Childe doesn’t care that it makes him wet too, he secretly hopes that the coolness will stop any hint of red from appearing on his face.

Zhongli spluttered at the salt water, he didn't notice the waves because his gaze is too focused on Childe's reaction. He managed to react enough that the platform Childe is on did not capsize from the wave. Shaking the wet hair from his eyes, he halfheartedly tried to rebuke Childe “But, I didn’t laugh.”

“You did in your head, I can feel it!” Childe hissed infuriated. It’s illogical but he has faith in his intuition. This man is enjoying this!!! 

In his agitation Childe ignores how the hair that was previously half dry become wet again, dripping seawater into his eyes and making it burn and glassy. He put more focus in convincing himself that the heat on his cheek does not exist.

Zhongli coughed, failing to defend himself. Childe looks like he is bullied to the point of tearing up in frustration, it makes him feel guilty but also wants to do it again. Zhongli tried not to analyze what that thought implies, he proceeded to change the conversation. 

But before he can, he is distracted by the view in front of him, "Apologies, it's just that... Childe, do you eat enough? Why are you so thin."

His two hands indeed managed to wrap fully around Childe's waist. Zhongli also doesn't think the man is heavy enough despite being a full-grown man who is a dedicated warrior. Shouldn't he have more weight?

The more Zhongli stared at the waist in front of him the more something inside him squirmed. Childe's uniform is not buttoned fully like usual and he has always shown a part of his skin there, but why is it that this time the sight of his gloves on it makes Zhongli so restless?

Before he can identify the cause, Childe's voice snapped Zhongli out of his trance.

"What?! Which part of me is thin? Don't you see the muscle, I make sure my body is in perfect condition to fight anywhere, anytime!" Childe indignantly squawks. He looks down at his waist too, making sure that yes, it doesn't magically lose the build he works so hard for.

Distracted by Childe's voice, Zhongli feels how the beasts inside him gradually quiet down. Was it just his imagination?

"Maybe you inhale too much water, Xiansheng?" Childe asks jokingly, before pointing out in a louder voice. "Anyway, how much longer do you want to stay under there?"

'Your hand is also distracting, let go' is what he didn't dare to say. He is thankful that at least his face doesn't feel like it is on fire anymore.

Stopping his musing, Zhongli easily climbed on top of the platform. Chide observes how water is trickling everywhere from his clothes and long hair. He thinks no one in Liyue will want to pass the opportunity for seeing the esteemed Mr. Zhongli like this.

Zhongli has always covered his skin well, and his attire is always neat and professional. It won't look out of place in a fancy tea house. Now his wet clothes are accentuating his figure, and his hair is almost undone. It's fascinating how the vibes around him give a sense of 'beauty' rather than 'messy'.

Are all dragons have a default human form that is designed to be captivating and hide the true nature of a beast? Childe is not sure since Zhongli is the first one he ever sees with a humanoid form.

Shaking his distracted thought away, Childe notice how heavy the clothes looks now that Zhongli come out from the water. Was it equivalent to a wet three-piece suit? The weight doesn't look like it bothers Zhongli though. 

Titling his neck, Childe belatedly realizes something. "It just occur to me, but is it okay for you to do this? What if someone sees?"

Childe is pretty sure a floating rock big enough to stand on in the middle of the ocean is not normal even if it's from a Geo Vision holder. Even Cryo Vision which can freeze water and make a bridge to cross water doesn't hold up long. The energy will fizzle out and the elementary reaction will be void, returning the environment to its natural condition. 

Wouldn't a floating geo construct that can be used as transportation screams that the person has extraordinary control able to both feed the energy continuously and guided its movement while at it?

Zhongli raises his eyebrow while helping Childe stand up. There's a mild smile on his face but his golden eyes that are covered by dark hair glints with hidden amusement, "Fortunately, I chase you down to the middle of nowhere. There's only you and me here."

Childe wants to strangle him.

Before he can retort back Zhongli's hand is wrapped around his waist again, abruptly pulling him closer and making him stumble right into Zhongli's chest. The platform around them is reduced in size, assembling until the part they're standing on is smaller without another room to move much.

"!!!" Childe looks incredulously at the now smirking man.

"It's easier to control it if I reduce the size," Zhongli explains simply as if on another person the smile on his face is not equivalent to a beaming grin.

"...have you always been this shameless, Xiansheng?" Childe asks suspiciously pointedly patting the hand that has once again wrapped around him. 

He searches his memories and found that indeed there's always a rare moment where he felt like Zhongli is teasing the people around him with a polite smile on his face. But he doesn't think Zhongli can be this bold?

"What are you talking about dear, I'm only holding you so you don't fall. Moreover, This is made by pulling directly on the ambient elements in the air. Converting it to my elements, which is geo, will waste too much energy if the size is too large since I need to maintain it continuously." Zhongli innocently explains. He decisively didn't think how this blatant act of affection will make some of his Adepti screech in disbelief. The most important thing is that Childe doesn't give any indication to pull or push him away, so Zhongli is quite enjoying this moment.

The scowl on Childe's face that says 'I didn't believe that explanation one bit' is also very adorable.

Childe holds back a growl, trying not to flush at the way Zhongli keeps calling him 'dear'. He pettily and curiously stomps his foot hard on the platform, narrowly missing Zhongli's shoes. Clicking his tongue at the missed blow and Zhongli's sharp dodge, he ask in interest "So how do you balance this?" 

It didn't budge or shake, even with that stomp which Childe use quite a lot of strength.

Attention now truly kindled, Childe started to tilt his body sideways. Zhongli's hand around his waist prevented him from falling into the ocean yet still letting him do as he wish.

"It will balance as I want it to. While taxing in energy, the geo particle is truly converted by my power so I have full control of it." Zhongli's smile twitched, trying not to coo at the gesture. Childe truly reminds him of a curious fox. 

Perhaps he doesn't hide the urge well, because Childe is scowling at him again "Stop smiling like that."

"Why?" Zhongli asks back, some part of him feeling happy that Childe can notice his attention even though he didn't change his expression. It tells him that Childe has been observing for quite a while. 

"It makes me want to push you down." Childe frankly said, dark blue eyes narrowing in vexedness. 

So of course, Zhongli facing that warning proceed to do the opposite. They ended up falling three times into the water on the way to Guyun Stone Forest. 

It's like they're on another game, just like the impulsive tag under the water previously. But this time there's a lot of pushing and grappling in a small place, making both of their dodging resemble a twirl in a dance. Additionally, instead of turning into bubbles their laughter rang clearly in the air, accompanied by the sounds of waves and wind around the ocean.

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By the time they stepped back to land both of them were no more dry than before, despite the platform not overturning on the way.

Childe nor Zhongli doesn’t mind though, an easy atmosphere between them clearing the air.

Childe stared at the platform before patting Zhongli's shoulder to get his attention. Zhongli looks back curiously, wanting to lean more on the touch. “Xiansheng, so this means that the more the material formed from your signature energy the easier it can be controlled, yes?”

“Well, normally ordinary people won’t notice the difference. But judging from your control with hydro weapons, I am most certain that you can grasp it." Zhongli mused. Someone with a catalyst tends to be more sensitive to the flow of energy, but Childe has gone beyond that. If he can make blades from water while also maintaining its density and sharpness then this won't be a problem for him.

Zhongli starts explaining, enjoying the feeling of sharing something with Childe again. "In short yes, it is easier to do more intricate control with your own construct than an already existing material. However, for more crude maneuvers, using existing elements is less draining and easier to do. For example, in a short time, it is more effective for me to form a spear from the stone under us or create a spike under the enemy's feet. But for things requiring fine details and control like creating a needle or scalpel, and operating that platform, it is usually more effective to use your own element. In exchange, it took tremendous focus to shape the form you need and you will spend more energy to keep that object existing."

Childe hummed and smiled as he explained, nodding here and there. Zhongli watches as Childe then forms a ball of water with his vision after his explanation. Without warning it burst violently, splashing them both with it. Zhongli blinked the wetness away from his eyes, despite the sudden explosion he just observed curiously, not even hurt in the slightest. 

Childe nods in satisfaction at their wet state, before holding his arm in front of him in a gesture resembling relics reinforcement. With a faint hum of his vision, water droplets started to separate from their wet clothes, slowly extracting and gathering in Childe's hands like a small stream.

This time the ball is slightly bigger than the one he splashes them with. It appears that along the way it also gathered the seawater from their clothes.

"Hmm...it is easier than usual to separate the water from the fabric. It's also not as damp as when I did it usually." Childe analyzes while examining his clothes. He was experimenting with adding his vision-made water with the leftover dampness from the dip into the ocean. The previous casual curiosity turned into an urge to train so he could embed the new knowledge in his body and improve his strength.

"As expected. Perhaps you can even control the water in your opponent. It will be quite startling if you can drain them even if only a bit." Zhongli mused inwardly glad he didn't crystalize on instinct anymore.

"Wait, Are you implying it's possible to control someone's blood?" Childe's eyes shine dangerously, His head snapped up quickly to Zhongli's attentive gaze. If he was honest, it's not like this is the first time Childe has thought of the possibilities with hydro mastery but never knew it was possible.

"I believe that kind of art will be forbidden, but who knows if it's possible or not. Every being has their own natural energy, it will resist external influence." Zhongli replied simply, not even trying to restrain Childe's dangerous idea. Normal people perhaps would gasp and scream demonic if they ever heard this kind of topic.

He knows this kind of technique doesn't attract Childe's desire much aside from natural curiosity. His dear treasure would rather clash blades and force his opponent into defeat than make them helpless to retaliate. Zhongli knows Childe enjoys the thrill from a pure clash of power, it is simply not his nature to fight with a weakened opponent if he can help it. Besides, if this hypothetical technique can protect Childe then it's for the better that he has it.

"Challenge accepted." Childe declares. If he can take control of blood, then naturally he can stop the blood from flowing out of the body. It might save lives. Better yet, it'll make him last longer on the battlefield.

Zhongli, not knowing what his treasure is thinking but enjoying the way he starts to cheer up, leads both of them to the shore. The platform they were standing on crumbled into nothing, the remnant of it washed away by the waves.

Zhongli sighed in relief once they both reached further into the island, feeling the gaze that followed them halfway on their journey slowly look away. He turned to Childe a bit confused as to why he did not realize it with his sharp intuition, unless... 

"Childe, do you know why are we being observed? Or rather do you know who it is?", a feeling of dread made the worry ebb into his voice.

Childe blinks innocently, "Oh, you mean Mrs. Beisht?"

"???" 

For a moment Zhongli doubts his hearing. "Mrs— do you know her, Childe?"

"Sure! We talk sometimes. She's nice enough to accompany me when I trained near the ocean." Childe dazzlingly tells Zhongli, his shoulder shaking with a hidden laugh.

She is also a riot who hates Zhongli's guts, is what he didn't say.

It was a surprise for both of them.

The old elemental is intrigued by the violent surge of hydro energy that disturbs her sleep. She intended to peek but instead ended up approaching the strangely feral-like human.

Childe meanwhile was tense at first, recognizing a gaze from the bottom of the ocean. 

One of the reasons he didn't do a full dive on the ocean aside from the Siren Incident is because the current always gently tried to lead him farther from the land. It was inviting him to go further.

He only did it one time, following the whispering call that became louder. It becomes more hauntingly familiar until he realizes it is a whale song. It was one thing for him to hear a group of whales, but to hear a melody he only ever heard before in The Abyss?

The incongruity makes him realize something is wrong.

When he manages to snap out of it, the ocean depth he is on is nearly as dark as The Abyss. It was so, so familiar a tingle of dread engulfed him. He was still on Teyvat, but he could feel an otherworldy gaze further into the endless darkness. There's nothing under there, Childe can sense that much with his vision. It was as if the gazes came from a different dimension or domain.

It gives a sense of familiarity like the hole that leads him to the abyss.

In the end, he didn't answer that whale call. His master words to not follow a voice that can bewitch him echoing in his head. 

"Boy, no, Ajax listen well. Never follow a voice from the abyss. It'll be harder for you to leave then."

"What about you Master Skirk?"

"What do you think? Are you not already trying to make me 'come home' with you? That's called attachment, and we both know I won't leave this place."

"..."

"Don't pout at me! Just remember this feeling and imagine a worse and more wretched version of it. There's no guarantee That Thing will let you go once if you give a response to them."

While he is indeed searching for Master Skirk, he doubts losing oxygen while following something unknown is a way to find her. She rather bash his head than let him do something so stupid.

And so, despite the whale song that increases in volume only he can hear, Ajax ignores the ringing headache and persists in going back to the surface. 

Ever since then, when he trains in the ocean he takes care to not dive too far. Although it's rare, over the years he does vaguely feel its presence, but he didn't hear that melody again.

So when he was on Liyue's shore and felt a gaze from the water, he irrationally thought that It finally decided to stop waiting and decided to take him down into the ocean. 

Fortunately, he didn't make the first move, staring warily at the approaching massive body. Among the waves, he found that it was unexpectedly a local from Liyue. 

While this one local is also not human shape, Childe rather likes the lack of intensity in their gaze. Also, they're obviously not a whale. 

"...you feel familiar." An echoing statement breaks the silence.

"I never met you before, Miss?" Childe slightly loosens his stance, not finding any familiarity with the female voice coming from what he guess is a type of hydra. He gazes back without fear at the approaching heads. 

"It's Missus. Yes, we have not met. But are you perchance Morax new Adeptus? Or perhaps you're one of his worshippers?" A sneer in her voice can be heard. She was curling her whole body as if to strike the human in front of her.

Childe's first response is snarling back "I only follow one archon and that is Her Majesty The Tsaritsa."

He might have been close to Zhongli, but he has never considered serving him like with his Queen even after his identity as Morax is out. They're what Childe would tentatively call friends before. While he doesn't know what they are now to each other, Zhongli, formerly Morax the Geo Archon is certainly not his King.

He got an intrigued hum, as the water elemental seemed to lose a bit of her hostility. It was the start of a strange series of meetings.

'Also what in the world makes her think he is an Adeptus?'

She never did explain herself, always meeting him when she pleased. Childe thinks she's a bored and lonely granny but she will deny that while trying to drown him. 

The fact that she didn't hold back on dissing the Archon of her land is the best part of their impulsive meeting. Her spiteful words always have an amusing story when Childe asks her to elaborate.

Childe, loath he hates to admit, has an interest in old folktales. As a kid, he loved the fantastical and epic adventure the hero accomplished. By the time he grew up, he developed an appreciation for stories that told of personal struggle and growth. He doesn't limit himself to fantasy and myth, exploring many genres he ignored before, like horror, romance, tragedy, and philosophy. His sister is especially delighted when he can accompany her in reading the newest popular romance novel. 

"What a scumbag!!" a girl throws the book in her hand harshly, her red hair twirling like a storm.

"Tonia, No!" Ajax barely caught the book from shattering the window. Their mother will look with disappointed eyes if that happens. Not that she ever looks at him in a positive light anymore.

"I'm right! She deserves better, but Karen is a fool for not letting him go!" her sister shouted, Ajax winced at the volume. She has been following the series for months despite Ajax telling her it probably won't end well. 

"Seriously there are so many people caring for her! The sea is vast! If I were her I would choose the second ML, now that man is immaculate, beautiful, and rich." 

"Tonia!" Ajax gasped in shock. Where did she learns this kind of thing?

"Heck! Even you, with your gremlin energy, can do it better Brother!!" She throws her hands up into the air.

"Toni—"

"Oh my God, you probably can beat Arthur to death and step on him like the weak knight he truly is while still looking fresh off the runway!"

"Tonia stop!"

His sister is the most adorable but she is a true menace. She has a bad habit of comparing any knight character to him, and Ajax doesn't know how to feel about that.

"No! My brother is the most beautiful man and I won't stop preaching this!"

"What does that even have to do with the book?!"

"BECAUSE ARTHUR IS NOT WORTHY OF THE MOST BEAUTIFUL KNIGHT TITLE! WHAT A LOAD OF BULLSH—!"

He can secretly admit that bonding with his sister where they're both safe and can relax with each other is part of the cause of his fondness for the romance genre. He was not a pure romantic, but his sister always found a book that had a great engaging plot and action while still having a couple in it.

But to his embarrassment, myth and legend always have a tight clutch on his heart. Like an easily formed habit, in the downtime between his mission, Childe found himself exploring ancient ruins, studying myth and legends as he traveled around curiously. Liyue in that aspect, is a blast. It has too many versions of the forgotten past while the actor involved is still alive somewhere. 

However, Childe doesn't think he can ask The Adepti to share old stories. Before Osial he assumed that they'll not entertain a nosy human. Most likely he will only able to encounter them when fighting for the gnosis started. Now, Childe is not sure what stand they're on, since the whole Osial debacle turns out to be a show directed by Liyue's own archon.

Beisht appearance reminds him that he knows one of the main actors of a Liyue legend personally. Two now that he knows her. It revives his curiosity for the identity Zhongli wishes so hard to cast aside. A story of the man's past battle recounted by his adversaries. 

'How exciting!'

The fact that at the time he didn't want to meet the man yet doesn't stop the growing curiosity in Ajax's heart.

"What did you... no never mind." Zhongli prevents himself from asking. He is not ready to know what Childe discussed with Beisht, such familiarity with mentioning her name means Beisht did not hurt Childe and that conclusion is enough for now. Besides Childe needs rest not more talks. He smiles with exasperation and fondness, " Then let's go back?"

Childe nodded while smirking, no doubt catching that he just somehow accidentally dropped a bomb of information on Zhongli without warning.

They continue walking along the beach, slowly making their way to Liyue Harbor. Before they realize it the sun is on the way down, and time quickly slips through their hand like grains of sand. It's not as if they lost track of time, instead, it was like they purposely engrossed themselves with each other. Trying to roughly cram and share all that they experience in the time they're apart in one conversation. The time they spend without each other becomes clearer now that there are so many things they can talk about. 

As they tread slowly, their shoulder sometimes bumps with each other. Many kinds of topics appeared, some exciting and others just confusing. Childe excitedly talks about the unique domain in Inazuma and it's equally unique Shrine Maiden.

"I bet you know her, Xiansheng!" Childe said with certainty, although the image of a mischievous Yae Miko and Zhongli in one room made his head spin. Both of their vibe just clashed so much that he can't quite imagine how that'll work.

Zhongli pondered for a bit, remembering the pink kitsune that was always not far from the Raiden Shogun, whether it was the first one or the second. "Ah yes, I remember her always accompanying the Electro Archon. Although it's been a long time since we met."

Zhongli shared about how Liyue has become quite lively, especially with their festival and celebrations now that they enter an era where its people and Adepti interact more. He adds a little bit of story about The Chasm, knowing Childe probably already has reports from his subordinates about it.

"I wish you would avoid that place, but knowing you I rather give cautions now than let you sneak in without warning..." Zhongli sighed ruefully.

Childe laughs sheepishly, "You know me very well! In my defense, it's not as if I enter danger without preparations."

"Then, will you allow me to become one of those preparations?" Zhongli peeks at the man beside him, memorizing how his whole is being painted in gold from the sun. It's been a long while since he can appreciate this view.

"Huh?" Childe asks not quite understanding the words. When he looks back to ask Zhongli what he means, he receives a smoldering stare. It makes him even more baffled.

Zhongli savors Childe's confused noise. He looks so harmless like that, the young visage beautifully concealing the violence beneath. It makes Zhongli want to treasure him more and more.

"Let me accompany you to the chasm so you can pass it safely. In exchange, I'll lead where you can fight as much as you wish." Golden eyes blink as Zhongli tries to lure Childe to agree. The habit of forming a contract makes his eyes more intense, although he did not let it glow nor did he make an actual contract.

Meanwhile, Childe stops on his track as if something bamboozling just occurred to him. He was trying to decipher Zhongli's words when the man offered what sounded like a deal. He grinned with his teeth and teasingly asked, "Oh, what is this? Is the esteemed Consultant miss acting as a guide for the suspicious foreigner?"

Zhongli's smile twitched and his eyes narrowed in amusement "I admit it will ease my heart if I can act as a guide for you once more. I do miss spending time together with the suspicious but charming foreigner. Since he's quite stunning and made a lovely companion."

Childe tried not to react to those words. He can't help but step ahead while quickly mumbling his agreement, trying hard to not make his voice quiver. "Such a way with words. Well, you're hired then Mr. Guide."

Zhongli chuckled behind him, not missing the hint of red on Childe's cheeks. "It is my blessing to work with you again."

By the time they're near Liyue Harbor, thanks to the convenient power of Teleport Waypoints, both of them somehow end up strolling on the beach near the port. 

The sky has started to darken and only some part of the sun can be seen on the horizon. The golden glow of it has started to become more orange and red, marking the time the day will end. 

"I guess it's truly time to go back?" Childe wonders as he gazes at the waves and the bleeding horizon. It has been a long time since he can just stroll along the beach with someone else. Not doing anything, just spending time together. Moreover, Snezhnaya's wind on its beach is often harsh and the night falls quickly. He rarely can appreciate the sun like this.

"Yes. It's time to rest Childe." Zhongli agrees. They should have gone back sooner so Childe did not get a cold, but the man insisted on walking a bit more, and Zhongli not wanting to part yet agreed. Now, the worry that the night wind might affect Childe makes him regret it a little bit. 

Childe suddenly twirls with arms spread gracefully. His dark eyes are shimmering with glee and excitement. "Xiansheng! Let me show you a trick, as thanks for the platform."

"Childe?" Zhongli asks in surprise.

"Can you close your eyes? Let me prepare first." Childe didn't explain and only looked at him excitedly instead. He steps back into the ocean as he does so, making his legs soaked inside the ocean once more.

Zhongli followed him curiously. He hummed in pretend consideration before obediently closing his eyes, wondering what this playful rascal will do. The last thing he sees is Childe's face silently urging him to hurry up.

Even though he can't see, he feels the air tremble with energy around them. The feels of hydro energy gently surround them, with a strong flow but an unexpected fragility in its shapes. He patiently waits as a few minutes pass and the energy keeps climbing, some part of it separating to the distance.

He heard a giggle before Childe's voice rang in the air as if he was directing a show. "Alright, thank you for the wait. Open your eyes!"

When he opened his eyes, he was immediately greeted with the water suddenly bursting around them, starting from the surging waves. 

They rush with power, alarming Zhongli to hold his arm and cover his eyes, unknowingly making him close it again. When the force recedes and Zhongli opens his eyes once again, what he sees next makes his breath stop.

A cloud of multiple bubbles gently floated in the air, a stark contrast from the previous waves. They shine with the setting sun making the colors rapidly change in a mesmerizing way. The fragile spheres filled the air as if the whole shore had turned into a playground for the harbor children. 

It was a beautiful sight, but Zhongli felt as if his heart had dropped to the ground.

He faintly heard himself ask "..Childe?"

A bright laughter echoed among the bubbles around them, making some of them pop and disappear. Zhongli watched with shaking eyes as more bubbles from Childe replaced it. 

"Children love this trick, but you don't seem to enjoy it?" Childe asks mischievously as he starts to disappear slowly. The edges of his body turn blurry as it slowly turns into bubbles and sea foam. His feet have long gone, along with his hand and part of his torso. 

"Don't tease me like this Childe..." Zhongli sighed hand on his frazzled heart. His fear started to ease knowing Childe had done this before. Nevertheless, it's unnerving to see him slowly disappear bit by bit. 

Childe can't help giggling "Did I surprise you that much? It's a variation of the teleports trick. The kids always loves a magic shows where you disappear. Ah, but this takes too long the longer the distance is set, so I never used it in combat."

Zhongli worriedly raised his hands but did not dare to touch him, worried that if he did it would interrupt the process and harm Childe. "Where will you appear?"

Childe seeing how uncomfortable Zhongli looks, guiltly scratched his cheek with a disappearing finger, "I set myself to appear in my room, so don't frown so much. I'll rest immediately after this. Sorry for startling you Xiansheng, I thought this would interest you."

"Well, it is quite mesmerizing. I would to see it more as long as you notify me beforehand." Zhongli smiled slightly the knot in his heart loosened as Childe tried to assure him. His eyes did not blink, enthralled by how the sunset reflected on the bubble. They shimmered and shone around Childe, giving the illusion that his eyes had multiple lights inside.

It was objectively a stunning sight. But Zhongli will love it more if only Childe can stay longer.

Experimentally he pokes at the bubble near Childe's face, making it burst into a splash of water and getting a squeak from Childe. "I could see how the children will love this."

Childe beams brightly despite being soaked again. It won't matter since it will turn into a bubble soon. He's glad that Zhongli doesn't look as scared as before. Taking one last look at Zhongli smile, Childe then bid his farewell. There's a feeling of sweetness that he didn't expect behind it. "Then, see you later Xiansheng!" 

As if that's the signal, the speed of his body turning into bubbles increases. Most of it quickly disappeared until only a part of his face and smiling eyes showed.

Zhongli smiles back gently, his gazes fully focused on what remain of the man before him. "I'll see you soon, Childe."

He gets a laugh as a response, the sound ringing even though only Childe's smiling eyes are left. 

The last thing Childe sees is Zhongli's outstretched hand, leaving only a bunch of bubbles and foams in his wake like a magic trick. As he rushes and follows the energy back into his room to rest, Childe feels that surprisingly today has ended on a satisfying note.

Blessedly unknown to him, Childe's departure also left a last chaos behind like a parting gift.

As Childe slowly disappeared like a mirage, Zhongli tried hard to not gather the bubble in his hand. His eyes watch reverently as the man's bright smile fades bit by bit. 

On the last second before Childe turns fully into bubbles, his eyes is the last thing to remain. Unexpectedly as his eyes are fully focused on Childe, Zhongli notices a sight that abruptly stabs dread inside of him. 

Eyes are windows to the soul.

Childe is no different, although in his case, there's rarely anything that can be seen there. But this time, there's something different inside those dark lightless eyes.

Something is moving inside it, swimming like a fish. As if it was alive.

In that last second, It gazes back at Zhongli.

"CHILDE!!" An alarmed shout rang in the air as a gloved hand stretched out to grab at something. 

His hands touch nothing as the man has already vaporized into thin air, leaving only a bunch of bubbles with the scent of sea. The sound of the waves peacefully replaced the previous laughter, as if nothing was amiss. 

Zhongli's hand slowly hangs at his sides, forming a fist as a heaviness fills the air. His previous fear and alertness came back with vengeance. He easily uses his impeccable memories to repeat that split-second, assuring himself that what he sees is not a hallucination.

As the sun truly sets and the darkness settles, a hoarse voice echoes into the night. 

"Xiao."

A beat and The Adeptus appear in a swirl of Anemo, he instinctively kneeling when he arrives to an unbearable pressure. His sharp eyes easily glance at the tense back in front of him, despite the fact that the light from the Liyue Harbor can not reach it. "Yes, my Lord."

Zhongli sighed, lessening the tension around him. He did not plan to do it today, but what he sees just now alerts him that maybe not everything is as it seems. "Rise, please. I'm sorry to take your time, but would you be able to tell me what happened today?"

Xiao watches as the being now called Zhongli looks at him with gazes so reminiscent of the time when many gods still wandered around Liyue wantonly. It was a gaze that would not flinch even as he sealed gods that cursed him to suffer until the end of time. 

Xiao has not seen it for centuries, that unshaken will to protect and win. He bows his head and wonders what his Lord will do when he hears about The Harbinger state. He just hopes that no national crisis will appear again. Because this time he is afraid that it'll be his Lord who will do the damage. 

Gripping his hands and inwardly preparing himself, Xiao answered the request.

"...as you wish." 

Chapter Text

He nearly failed to stop himself from dashing right into the harbor and barging into Childe's bedroom. The only thing stopping him is the ease of Childe's smile before fading, followed by the familiar presence appearing in the areas of Childe's usual residence. It feels as if a small star is burning brightly inside the center of his city. 

The sensation was formed by the contract. The one on their little fingers. 

Zhongli did not expect that not even a day passed and the function of the contract to automatically tell him if Childe was in danger had already made its usefulness known. Covering his eyes and taking a deep breath, Zhongli couldn't help but think that it was just like Childe to recklessly test a safety measure without even knowing he was doing it. 

Now that he can assure himself that Childe is indeed safe inside his room he can perceive that The Thing who gazes back at him from Childe's body—

how dare it stay inside his treasure like a parasite!!

— does not hold any killing intent.

It was just that the disposition of That Being rankled Zhongli's whole being. It feels unnatural, literally not something that should exist in this dimension. It is not a being from Teyvat. 

No, what is more important than Its dubious origin, was how it's connected to Childe. Because it should not be able to appear in any capacity in Teyvat. There's a border between dimensions that separates and prevents That Being from descending into Teyvat. At the very least it should be very noticeable if it does that.

And yet there It is, gazing at the world from behind Childe's eyes.

'Supposes that teleporting slowly made the barrier between the dimensions looser, then perhaps...'  Zhongli mused. One possibility was the thinning border between dimensions made That Being able to use Childe as a temporary medium. While the other possibility was...concerning.

But Zhongli recalls that gaze, and he can't help the alarm that rang in his head. It was a possibility, that was more likely to happen, and thus more concerning. The unstable border in dimension did not make an impossible connection between Childe and It. No, simply teleporting is not enough to form such a strong connection, Childe didn't give any indication of pain or alarm. He was happily smiling.

Then does that mean he has always been connected with That Being but no one realizes it? 

What if It has always been watching from Childe's eyes, but no one ever notices its presence? Concealed by the barrier between dimensions, there but unseen to other people's gazes. Existing in different dimensions, but so connected with one person that it can see as it pleases. 

Because the way it uses Childe's eyes like some kind of window to look at Teyvat was not a gaze with intensity or desire to look at something new. 

No, That Being was just looking. It gazes back at him because at the time Zhongli was coincidentally looking at Childe's eyes, nothing more. 

What does it mean for Childe to be connected to it?

It is good if it's only a faint connection that won't bring any harm. Childe doesn't seem to notice it despite how That Being was literally behind his eyes.

...but what if it's not?

What if It holds a strong connection to Childe because they have been merged for far too long? It might have already seeped right into Childe's very being, from his eyes to his bones and blood.

What if it's using Childe without him knowing? What if it influences Childe's thoughts? The most vulnerable spot for a warrior is not their body but their mind. 

Sucking a deep breath, Zhongli tried not to immerse too much in such a hypothetical scenario without proof.

It did not stop the uneasiness that spread like poison in his heart, nor the sharpening of his nails and teeth.

Zhongli considers many things before concluding that he must gather more information before asking Childe himself. Because he might know something, or he might not. There's no need to alarm him when Zhongli doesn't have the full information yet. Moreover, if That Being is indeed using Childe with malicious intent then it is not wise to alert It.

Besides the closest lead he can afford right now is only a breath away.

"Alatus."

He doesn't even realize how agitated he is until his loyal friend kneels down in front of him. Idly he realizes there's a buzzing in his mind. tempting him to rage and get a quick answer. With restrain trained with experience, error, and age, Zhongli took a slow steady breath before loosening the tenseness he didn't realize had accumulated psychically.

"My apologies my friend. That was uncalled for. Please no need to knell." He sighs with a worn out voice.

Xiao only shakes his head, gently rising from his position, "No need to apologize My Lord. I must admit that I have been expecting your call. I did cause quite a commotion today at your workplace..."

At the last sentence, a hint of sheepiness leaks out a little in his voice. Zhongli can't help smiling in amusement despite the shadow of dread that hasn't left his mind.

"It was quite an entrance." He replied, watching as The Yaksha in front of him made a face as if in pain. This one has always been stoic and shy when someone pointed out his mistake.

"...I apologize for that shameful act. I'll help with fixing the damage. The Wangsheng Funeral Parlor Director has made sure of it." Xiao bit out, trying not to blush. The Director really wouldn't let him leave in peace until the door was fixed.

"Hmm. In fact, I should've thanked you first. I believe it would have taken too long before I could convince myself to face Childe. Perhaps long enough that it'll be too late... You have my utmost gratitude for helping us face each other Xiao." Zhongli sincerely bowed. It was true after all. Now that he has talked to Childe, he can see that the way he has been acting previously is terrible. He has too many moments of being dazed and lost, easily shown by the amount of time Hu Tao complained these past few months.

"No! P-please don't bow! My Lord, I'm only doing as I should!" Xiao squeaked and hurriedly stepped aside away from Zhongli's bow. He was so spooked his voice trembled in fright.

Zhongli huffed fondly, rising as he gazed at his shaken friend. He feels as if this silly child never changes, always has too high of respect for him. Even before as Morax he always had to carefully show his gratitude in a more subtle way, just so that The Yaksha could accept it without feeling burdened. 

But this time Zhongli can't help being forthcoming like this. He has realized how close he was to break something he treasures. As a habitual creature, he would've been held back by hesitation and took his time to plan. But what of Childe? The Harbinger is young and passionate, living recklessly with a bright smile that drives others away. Zhongli might've had too much time by his side, but it might not be like that for Childe.

Truly, there's no such thing as ideal times and situations. Unless he takes a step forward then nothing will truly begin to change. He was thankful that his friend was speeding up the process. He knows they care for him, but even he did not expect that Xiao would help him in aspects related to his relationship. 

"For all it's worth I want you to know that I'll always be grateful for your action today Xiao. No matter what happens between Childe and me in the future, you have managed to give us a precious chance." Zhongli smiled fondly, remembering how this fellow awkwardly coughed to break the tense silence when Zhongli still couldn't find the words for Childe to hear. It was so endearing, how The Yaksha was the one that started the conversation for the both of them despite hating every second of it.

Xiao is not sure how to respond to that. In the end, he can't even say 'it's nothing', because he knows this is not a small matter to His Lord. He can only reply with a reluctant nod. "I'm glad if it helps then, My Lord."

Zhongli hesitates before finally asking what they both know is coming. "Xiao, can you tell me what exactly happened today? While I am utmostly grateful to you, I must admit it confused me how and why you decided that Childe needs to meet me today."

The Yaksha falls into a contemplative silence. He knows that he will be summoned soon, and thus has tried to prepare an explanation for his action today. But even as he helps fixing The Funeral Parlor's broken door, he is still not sure how to breach the topic.

Zhongli waited patiently as his loyal Adeptus mulled over his answer. He keeps reminding himself that Childe is safe, as indicated by the stable state of the contract on their finger. His hand can't help but fiddle a bit with his little finger, needlessly confirming that yes, there's no blood or sensation of pain. Childe is not in danger.

Xiao took a deep breath before straightening his posture and showing decisiveness as if he were facing a big hurdle. His light amber eyes look directly at Zhongli, expressing his true thoughts willingly. "My Lord, first I would like to say that there's a reason why I was monitoring The Harbinger. I will first assure you that I did not do it for mere curiosity or malicious intent. And forgive my rudeness, although summoning Osial and wreaking havoc was truly an abhorrent act of his, I understand now that he was only fulfilling his duty. Moreover as his role on your 'test' has ended and you did not show animosity towards him then I will follow your lead. Of course, I have also confirmed with my own eyes that he will not be a threat to the People. In the time I was monitoring him these past few days, he did not act crazed nor show any indication to harm any innocent, unlike his Fellow Harbinger. Thus, while I may never see him in a fully good light nor trust him, I have no wish to harm him unless he threatens Liyue again."

Zhongli relaxed a little bit, a knot in his heart untangling in relief. He pats Xiao's shoulder and replies softly "Thank you for your understanding and honesty, my friend. Although it would be wonderful if both of my precious people got along, I know it won't be that easy. My actions have surely stifled that possibility. So I am glad that you decided to judge Childe's action with your own eyes. Others more often than not will not be willing to even grace that chance to Him."

Zhongli said the last word with some familiar bitterness. Childe was a handful and is no doubt dangerous, but there's more of him outside of being a weapon. Sadly, his position and path would not allow others to easily see that. Childe himself more often than not will not deny the accusations, in fact that man will gladly throw himself to the fire and make his image more sinister. 

"You did not need to force yourself to like Childe, I do not wish to force you two to be friendly with each other. Just giving a change to him is enough. Then perhaps it won't be too late for you two to make a cordial connection later." Zhongli mused. 

Xiao only sighed in response, secretly relieved that at least he managed to pass the first hurdle to explain this mess. "While I can't promise that will happen, I will try my best to not hold any excessive enmity to him."

Zhongli nods in agreement. "That is the best I can hope for. Then as you have stated your view of him, what is the reason you decided to monitor him?"

Xiao gulped at the scrutinization, now that he has assured his safety he must now protect Lord Barbatos. "Someone...someone has requested this one to keep an eye on him. This request was not made maliciously, this person is quite concerned for That Harbinger and you. He knows that The Harbinger holds a special place in your heart, so He decides to secretly visit The Harbinger. I think it is most likely that this person foreshadows an omen and decides to make sure The Harbinger is not in danger. He then told me that recently there's a time when he can't sense The Harbinger's presence anywhere, which should not be possible with his elements."

The Yaksha tried to keep his voice steady, catching how His Lord's eyes narrowed at the words [omen] and [elements]. 'Lord Barbatos, I'm afraid it was not possible to hide your involvement in the first place. So I'll try to give you a positive impression for My Lord...'

"Unfortunately, due to some circumstance, this concerned Person can't afford to stay by The Harbinger's side to check his safety. Thus he implores my help to look after The Harbinger. At least until the reason for his disappearance from this Person's radar is clear." 

Zhongli hums and falls into silence as he places a hand on his lip in thought. A person who can perceive others' presence so well with their elements that it was normally [impossible] to hide from his sense. Someone who knows Morax and has the ability to foreshadow an omen.

This person saw or heard something that then made them concerned enough to ask his Yaksha for help. It means this person is not an enemy and knows him quite well. On the other hand, his and Childe's situation is kept on the down low. This means that although Rex Lapis 'death' is huge, it should not be possible for other people from far away nations to understand the weight of Childe's well-being to him. It also can't be The Traveler since Zhongli knows that they are currently busy taking on another nation.

More importantly, this person somehow manages to make Xiao agree to help. But Xiao so far was obviously holding back from telling him the name of this person. Since it can't be The Traveler, then Zhongli can only think of one identity for this mysterious Person.

He pinches the center of his eyebrow, feeling a headache incoming. Looking at the nervous Xiao, Zhongli then asks a question with a sure tone, as if he already knows the answer. "What a peculiar person. I must send my thanks to them for involving you then. Do I perhaps know this esteemed Sir? Since He seems to know me so well, perhaps this person is an old friend of mine."

Xiao bit his lips, thinking inwardly that His Lord already obviously knows it's a [Him] and that there's no point in asking that question. "Yes, as you suspect it is an old friend of yours My Lord."

"Does he request your help while drunk?" Zhongli raises his eyebrow, knowing how that old friend can be so messy.

Xiao blinked in surprise at the question. "I- no. No, he was quite serious My Lord. Rather, if I must say, this Person was quite melancholic that day. Although He quickly went back to his usual act. He did invite me to accompany him drinking until the morning after I agree to look after The Harbinger."

"So he was the same as always. Perhaps it was time for another reunion today." Zhongli can't help releasing a sigh. "Alright. To summarize, some drunk mysterious esteemed Sir asks for your help. You decide to grant them this wish. Then what happened next?"

Xiao nodded before freezing. Now they finally arrive at the main problem. He prepares himself, vowing to take a few hours of rest after this. The talisman for good sleep that Director Hu impulsively ordered from that Little Exorcist seems like a good idea now. Xiao is glad he did not refuse it now, even though he received it reluctantly.

"As the request instructed, I followed The Harbinger for a few days. There are some days that I can't follow him as I have my own duty to Liyue. But today, I finally found the reason The Harbinger disappeared from that person's radar..."

Xiao hesitated again before biting the bullet. "My Lord, The Harbinger can't be sensed because he was underwater."

Zhongli pauses, understanding why Childe can't be sensed by the wind. Instantly his worries grew as he latched at the words Xiao was so hesitant to explain. He reflects how just a few hours ago Childe suddenly ran away from him because he inadvertently revealed something while replying to Hu Tao.

"Also Mr. Childe please stop drowning in a strange lake—”

“—sure, I’ll try other lakes...”

Zhongli stared in mute dread as Xiao continued with a low voice almost a whisper, "At first I thought he was just swimming. But as time passed and he never came out to take a breath, I became more doubtful. I assumed he was probably doing something sinister underwater. But Luhua Lake water is so clear, so I can clearly see what he was doing. That Harbinger... he was just closing his eyes and doing nothing. He looks like he is resting. More than a few minutes passed and there was no movement. So I- I dragged him up myself."

Halting his words abruptly, Xiao can't help bringing out the questions that have been haunting his mind since forcefully dragging a dead weight from the bottom of the lake. Entagle in his own confusion, he did not notice how Zhongli started to tremble. "My Lord, that Harbinger is Human, yes? Or at the very least he is not a water elemental. Then it stood to reason that he must need to take a breath. But that Harbinger does not show signs of struggling for air. My Lord, he was not  moving.  Mortal said drowning is one of the most painful ways to die, so they struggle even more leaving injuries on themselves. But that person— he didn't. It almost seems as if he was already a corpse—"

"Enough!" a roar echoed in the night.

Xiao clicked his mouth shut, shrinking at the volume and rage in that voice. He ducks down and knells, waiting anxiously as the earth trembles and the growl of beast surrounds him. He watched as the shadow of a man in front of him gradually mutated and changed its shape, growing larger and longer. It was no longer something that could be recognized as a person, the shadow that was larger than his own body was unmistakably a beast. 

The growling continued before a deep voice barely can be heard. No, it was more accurate to say that the massive beast in front of Xiao growled, while at the same time, another voice was talking to him telepathically  "Apologize for raising my voice. But how is My Treasure condition after that?"

Paling and gritting his teeth, Xiao answered while trying to ignore the headache caused by the huge pressure and booming inside his mind, "He takes a breath, My Lord. Physically his body was cold and seemed to be in shock. I intended to take him to Bubu Pharmacy first, but changed my mind and went to My Lord instead since The Harbinger quickly recovered and resisted. I apologize for my incompetence, I should have urged you to check his health first when we arrived at Wangsheng Funeral Parlor."

He bows and waits, silently praying that the enraged being in front of him will not lose his composure or destroy anything. They are near Liyue Harbor, Xiao can only guess how The Mortal will react to the sudden earthquake and roaring sounds.

Some distance away the shadow moved in agitation. Xiao braves himself before a scaled tail with furred ends heavily slammed on the ground. The power of it instantly separated the sand until the rock under it cracked, and the ocean split. Xiao keeps his silence as the water soars high into a wave and falls, drenching both of them like rain. The ocean unhurriedly returns to its usual tides, covering the split earth almost leaving no track of the destruction from a mere flick of tail.

As the water falls and the earth ceases its tremble, Xiao manages to let out, "Thank you for holding back My Lord. The Mortal will recognize you if continue your rage."

Zhongli's voice, deeper than usual, replied slowly. Xiao thinks he can faintly hear a grind of teeth. "Pardon me, that was quite unsightly. I shouldn've lose my composure like that. Are you okay Xiao?"

"There's no need to worry, I am alright My Lord. May I suggest we change location? The Qixing and Millelith might swarm this area soon." Xiao nods as he rises from the ground again. In truth, the habit of kneeling when the earthquake started was not only to show respect but also because it was easier to duck down from any stray debris. Even during the Archon War when Rex Lapis occasionally falls into a rage he never purposefully aims his anger at the Adepti. 

Xiao was not afraid of being hurt by His Lord, he was afraid of the collateral damage. There's also the matter of secrecy regarding his Lord status as a Former Geo Archon. Fortunately, His Lord decided to summon him on an empty beach. What a wise mind as expected of His Lord! The ocean is very convenient for hiding any evidence of accidental destruction.

Zhongli nodded in agreement, not knowing of His Yaksha's hidden praise. He stomps his feet softly on the ground, making the uneven sand go back to its previous position. As he does that Zhongli turns to Xiao, a question that never gets the chance to be asked on the tip of his mouth. "My friend, when you were with Childe, have you noticed any oddity in his eyes?"

"Pardon?" The question was so out of the left field, that Xiao needed time to remember his interaction with The Harbinger. Vividly he managed to recall one thought that at the time sent a sense of abstract fear into his mind. He hesitantly mulls over the words, before carefully answering, trying his best to not trigger another fit from His Lord. "I did not detect any abnormality. But I supposed his eyes strangely look worse than Qiqi."

"I see." Zhongli simply responded, masking his disappointment. They both then fall into silence, each of them with different thoughts whirling inside their heart. Xiao thought that The Young Harbinger's eyes looked deadder than Qiqi, a Jiangshi who was a living undead. His eyes are void of their own light, and it only barely manages to reflect the sun.

Zhongli can only feel that the increasing uneasiness inside him is suffocating. Even his Adeptus who was sensitive to corruption and aberration didn't sense anything. There's only one person who possibly can shine a light on the situation now.

He needs to find Barbatos immediately.

In the back of his mind, the uncertainty of the situation only breeds more worry that poisons his thoughts.

Does everything happen as Xiao sees the truth? Why did Childe do it?

Does he hate himself? Or Does he hate the world? Is he giving up on it? 

Was it really him or did That Being influence his thought to do it?

Every being has their own lowest points. It was not unheard of for someone of Childe's age to fall into the temptation. His position only made it even more risky. That lowest point was essentially a battle that each person must face in their life. Unfortunately once crossed a certain point, those battles rarely stopped with only one time. There's a possibility that it will happen again.

Did That Being manage to take root inside Childe's mind by taking advantage of a rare moment of weakness? Does It able to mentally influence Childes and make him trapped in pain so much that he tries to end it permanently? 

Then as the person who has hurt Childe to the point he harbors doubts about himself, does that mean that Zhongli's action has caused such irremediable damage that it gives a chance for some Being to take control of Childe's life?

Has Zhongli's decision caused the end of his loved one again?

..

...

...What if That Being is not involved and it really was Childe's decision all along?

...he is unsure. Zhongli feels as if his heart is breaking at the thought. No amount of redemption and apology is enough to absolve this wrong. He will take responsibility, however way he can.

But it's too hasty of a judgment. This kind of thing, only Childe himself can confirm it. Zhongli needs to do what he can first. Besides, whatever the truth is Zhongli has long already resolved to support Childe and stay by his side for the rest of his life. The Vow he made is proof of it.

That's why Zhongli wants to believe that Childe still wants to hold on despite the pain. Because while Childe has always called himself a weapon that can be discarded, there's a time when he contradicts himself. Some of Childe's past words flash through his mind, the memory is so vivid it feels as if Zhongli was reliving it. The sounds of Childe's voice, the smile he wears on his face.  

"Varka? Just the thought of one day going head-to-head with him in combat, the fabled Knight of Boreas himself, the titan of the Knights of Favonius... It makes me buzz with excitement. It's a beautiful life we live in this world." 

"The outcome of the battle is irrelevant—  what matters is that you learn from the experience."

“I thrive on chaos and excitement. It's what keeps me alive. ”

“Some find me reckless, but I see it as embracing the possibilities of life. ”

"When you're a harbinger, you have to accept that death could come at any time... But don't worry about me. No matter what happens, I'll do whatever it takes to keep myself alive ."

"Ah, how time flies. One day, you will see how I conquer the world and crush the thrones of gods beneath my heel. In the meantime... no dying, comrade! Keep yourself alive! Hahaha!!"

"There's plenty of delicious food to sink your teeth into in this world... and plenty of fights to sink your teeth into as well. Life is beautiful."

Those words, scattered across time spent with each other or with The Traveler, soothe some anxiety in his old heart. It's at times like this that Zhongli is pleased with impeccable memory. More often it feels like a curse because the memories of his regret are so heavy, sometimes he feels as if he can't take it. But at times like this, he truly is glad he has it. 

It helps remind him that Childe thinks life is beautiful, despite the endless battle it can have. Perhaps even more so because of those battles itself, that Childe finds living in this world so attractive and beautiful. 

The way he phrased it makes it sound like the words of a Madman blinded by battlelust, but Zhongli feels it's so charming and precious. It shows Childe at his core. His beloved is so, so full of life. Zhongli can sense that Childe cherishes his life, whether it's for his own sake, for his family, or for his ambition. Even if there's a moment when he wants to rest, Zhongli believes this person will take the chance to try again.  

That belief might just be a desperate hope, but Zhongli can only keep a tight grip on it while continue doing his parts. After all, he has done so for thousands of years.

Struggling to move forward is the only way to change anything for the better. He knows more than anyone else that the world won't change unless you change yourself first. 

People are unpredictable, sometimes they meet on the same roads, and at other times they bid goodbye. Pain and farewell are inevitable, but meeting the right people is one of the best joys and blessings. 

It is just that this time Zhongli, after thousands of years, finally meets the one person he thinks he can't afford to bid farewell to. At least not yet. Not until Childe fulfills his goal and reaches his natural life span. 

So as long as Childe allows Zhongli to be by his side, then there's no reason for Zhongli to give up first.

Mind more settled despite still not being able to vanish his concern, Zhongli begins to make his path away from the beach. 

He needs to arrange a quick reunion with an old friend.

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“Great.” Childe scowled. His head feels as if it’s trying to cook itself with a rusty knife.

Last night, when he appeared in his room the first thing he did was sigh in relief. He was finally back in a familiar setting with reaching distance for bed. Not that Childe never sleeps on a hard surface but who would decline a soft comforting bed after an emotionally exhausting day?

'Archons, my head hurts.’ He scowled and turned his head on his pillow, trying to forcefully make the ache disappear by putting pressure on it. It failed.

'See this is why you do not spend hours in water and go to sleep without eating', Childe dazedly thought after a few more minutes of giving up on ignoring his headache. As he stared silently at his ceiling his mind wandered back to yesterday, thoughts changing aimlessly in confusion. The is a sense of unrealness and disbelief when he tries to recall yesterday. It didn't feel real. 

So there he is, waking up dazed by pain and disbelief, not having the heart to step outside like he usually did at this hour. 

What if he choked on his breakfast because Zhongli would ambush him and prove yesterday did happen? He would die in shame. 

That train of thought is irrational, Childe admits to himself not even a minute later. He is not sure why he thinks Zhongli will ambush him. For one, he rarely eats breakfast outside since he prefers to cook by himself given the change. It's easier to choose what he wants to eat after morning training (the usual reason he goes out at dusk) and it can prevent assassination via poisoning.

So what if it only happened in his teenage years when he was freshly promoted as the Youngest Harbinger? If it can happen once when people are jealous of his talents and rank, Childe doesn't want to test his luck with what Liyue citizens are thinking of him after Osial. 

But come to think of it he didn't get as much hostility as he would expect since he arrived a few weeks ago. Childe knows no one sane enough will try to harass a Harbinger in public, but he was expecting a more subtle one. Of course, at first, there was the anticipated glaring and whispered cussing but there was no throwing rotten eggs or mail with dead rats followed by threatening letters like he expected. 'That's weird...? Does that kind of thing only happen in books?'

Rolling on his bed and smushing his face fully into the pillow with a frown, Childe tried to remember how Liyue citizens reacted yesterday. He remembers how at that moment when The Milelith saw him grappling on the ground with their local protector deity, there were lots of panicking shouts. When Xiao was forcefully dragging him, Childe was already half expecting the Qixing to arrest him along the way to the Wangsheng Funeral Parlors. In fact, at the time, he was hoping for it

Adeptus Xiao did warn them to stay away, but was it that easy? Curling a fist and grabbing onto a handful of soft blankets, Childe tried to recall the faces around them. To his frustration, he can't exactly remember the expression of the people around him. Everything happened very fast yesterday, he was more focused on the biggest threat at the time, namely Adeptus Xiao. And then.

'What happened next is...' Childe froze. The blanket on his hand was almost torn with his tightening grip. His body can't help curling up further into his bed, taking up less space in a defense mechanism for an unseen threat.

A flash of golden reptile eyes, watery and unbelievably soft, gazing only at him. Warm hands around him, like a furnace that tried to melt his entire being. 

Uncharacteristically quivering voice, wanting to be heard. He stops, he desperately listens, and like a cue, everything turns dark. 

But it is not the kind of dark he was familiar with. He has never seen that kind of dark before. It was beautiful, sacred, and accompanied by a warm golden light. He knew at once glance that it was safe.

A rush of emotion so sharp makes him try to stop his thought. But at that moment Childe's hand twitched, a steadily increasing heat around his little finger flared as if in response to his action, making him do the opposite instead.

The ocean is untamable as always, but for once there's a warmth other than his own body.

Gloved hands on his cheek, a voice full of worries-

"Childe, look at me."

"My dear, it's okay..."

"...Are you cold, Childe?" A little bit.

"Hmm... Would you like to go home and rest, Childe? I'll escort you there." Home sound nice..

"Why not you check it directly?" and a flash of sharp teeth. Wait what-  

"But, I didn’t laugh.” Liar. His voice sounds so happy. Zhongli sounds happy-

"...Why are you so thin?" What do you mean? and why is your hand there? It's too warm-

"What are you talking about dear, I'm only holding y-" Dear. He calls me dear. deardeardeardear--

The lump on the bed can't help letting out a keen of frustration. It was with a great effort and resolve before the young man under it finally stopped trying to suffocate himself in embarrassment.

Childe cursed at himself and Zhongli while ruffling his hair further into a mess. He sat up and pressed a pair of scarred palms on his eyes, futilely trying to stop remembering yesterday so vividly, Zhongli's voice still ringing inside his head. It only serves to cover part of his flushed face.

As if the self-sabotage is not enough, The stubborn heat on his pinky finger pulses hotly as if it's trying to constantly convince Childe that yes, yesterday did in fact happen. 

"Fudge!! Damn you, fine! Fine!  I'll get out of bed stop making my finger into a nightlight!" Childe groans, having enough of how the stabbing light and the sheer heat coming from his own finger prevent him from not recalling yesterday.

The stupid archon magic thing in his finger blinks threateningly before finally calming down. Childe is tempted to bite his own finger in retaliation. Scratching his head again and questioning his life, the young man leaves his bedroom, leaving a trail of torn blankets behind him. 

"How can a mark of vow be so insistent? Don't tell me he can hear me?" Childe grumbles while striding towards the kitchen, his hands busily scrambling to make a quick breakfast. If Zhongli can actually hear the way he foolishly woke up today he swore he would kill that man while force-feeding him raw seafood.

Rummaging around the kitchen and finding some noodles and vegetables, he resigns himself to make a quick stir fry. He didn't bother searching for a knife, making use of water from the kitchen to make a hydro blade instead, feeling nostalgic.

The Abyss doesn't have a convenient house and kitchen. Ajax has always known how to hunt as a child from his family should be able to, so he can somewhat adapt quickly. But Master Skirk certainly takes it to another level.

"Your dinner. Prepare it yourself." She ordered as if the abyss beast's skin was not as hard as a rock. After a few seconds, she added belatedly as if almost forgetting something, "And don't leave a track for them to use."

She then turned back and stepped away, her luminescent hair fluttering among the ruins that would be their place to sleep today. Her steps do not let any sound, showing how well she can silently disappear and blend in the Abyss.

Ajax blankly stared as her 'shadow' stopped not that far away from his place. She was clearly there. It was not that far away. 

He feels his mouth twitch in what before would be the start of a mischievous grin, instead the stiff muscle on his face can only manage a tired but fond smile. 

He remembers how a few hours? days? ago when she berated him for using a barely useable knife. It was followed by a lesson on how to make a weapon out of everything, starting with his own elements.

"The more you use it the familiar it will be. It is not a mere weapon, it is a part of you now."

And so at the young age of 14 after only a few days since he got his vision, Ajax has learned to make his own butcher knife, cookingware, and eating utensils with his vision. 

It was not easy, more often than not slicing himself because he made it too sharp or splashing water everywhere because he couldn't hold its shape. He managed it anyway, his Master's cold hands always in time to yank him back from accidentally slicing off his own limb.

Meanwhile, the barely useable knife stayed beneath its sheath among Ajax's clothes. It was chipped and had a crack in the center. Both Ajax and Skirk knew that it would break sooner or later. 

But both of them also knew that Ajax won't throw it away. 

Because it was the hunter knife Ajax stole from home. The one his hand keeps a tight grip on as he falls down and down into the endless abyss.

He still needs to give it back to his Dad.

Idly while cutting some vegetables with a hydro blade, Childe's minds wander again. Peeking at the sun that was already up, he began to wonder what Zhongli is doing right now. Is he already awake? Today was a weekend so normally people would take a long time in bed. But Zhongli seems as if they type to wake up early. On the other hand, Childe already knows that Zhongli strangely enjoys sunlight and lazy naps despite his neat appearance.

Now that he understands Zhongli is part reptile, it makes sense. But is it because the man is cold-blooded like a lizard, or does he just enjoy sunbathing like a cat? Qilin counts as a mammal, right? Childe recalls the rare time he catches Zhongli asleep, and he dares to bet that Zhongli will have a day where he'll be too lazy to wake up if his curtain is not closed properly and the sunlight covers his bed. 

"Xiansheng?" Childe mutters in confusion feeling something fall on his shoulder. The hydrofish around them almost collided with each other.

"Uh, Zhongli-Xiansheng?" Childe hesitantly asks again, peeking at the weight beside him before freezing in shock.

The consultant is asleep. 

His hands are folded as usual but in contrast, instead of sitting primly like usual, his weight is leaning on something else. Namely Childe's shoulder.

Childe thinks he will combust. Beside them, the previously floating hydrofish suddenly loses its shape and flops into a puddle.

It's not just because of how Zhongli strangely looks so unguarded either, though it's a huge part of Childe's impending death with the way he can feel how fast the blood rushes to his head. No, on any other day, Childe can handle this. He thinks anyway. 

But currently, Liyue is entering the peak of summer and the sun is burning as if it wants to cook every Sneznayan alive.

They were supposed to take a few minutes break in some cave Zhongli found after finishing the commission from Adventure Guild. Because the commission somehow managed to spread across the whole Liyue and even near Mondstat. If only it ended with Dragonspine then perhaps it would not be so bad. But today when it's supposed to be one of the hottest days in Liyue, their last commission unfortunately only managed to be finished just as the sun was at its peak.

Zhongli was the one who suggested they take a break in a shaded spot, his eyes discreetly eyeing Childe. So far The Harbinger has resorted to splashing himself and the road around with his vision twice. At the second time, they both watch as the water nearly instantly vaporizes in just a few minutes.

Childe follows Zhongli's suggestion despite saying he can still walk further. He was always up for exploring more of Liyue with the consultant. But even he can admit that seeking shelter from the burning sun is a wise idea, he is not sure how Zhongli can stand wearing his coat without even loosening his collar. 

Moreover, it was a rare day when both of their schedules were free for a full day. Usually, that means Zhongli will take him to explore Liyue, before ending with dinner in some restaurant that has already have reservation with their name. Today is the same, and there's still a long time before their dinner reservation takes place. It's just that today exploring took a quicker break.

So Zhongli somehow found a wide cave-like area, surrounded by trees with red leaves. There's even a small pond in the cave. They were sitting beside each other and talking leisurely. Zhongli takes a seat nearer to the entrance of the cave, not minding the sunlight that falls on him. Instead, he seems pleased. 

As time passed, they ended up in comfortable silence, silently just enjoying the company. Since there's no pressure to talk, Childe amuses himself by making a few hydro fish in various sizes from the puddle near them. Zhongli himself hums before closing his eyes, looking as if he is enjoying himself. Childe thinks his friend only lacks a cup of tea to complete the picture. 

But he doesn't expect Zhongli to actually fall asleep. Much less so close to him. 

Suddenly it's uncomfortable how hot everything is. From the stupid sunlight to Zhongli's warmth beside him. He was so close, that Childe can hears his breath. He can feel the way his shirt sticks because Zhongli's side is pressing on it. Childe is not sure if he is glad or not that before this he has removed his gray jacket and is left only with his red shirt now.

'....how long will he take a nap? Shouldn't we head back to the Harbor?' Childe felt they should've taken enough rest, but he still ended up hesitating to wake Zhongli. When he finally decides to do it, there's no response. Childe tried to call his name and even shook him, but it only resulted in the man somehow leaning even closer to Childe. 

Gritting his teeth in frustration Childe resolved to try calling the man again after 15 minutes. He tried to ignore how the brown hair was tickling his cheek. He also decides that the faint purr he hears is a hallucination due to infuriating heat.

Closing his eyes Childe tried to distract himself by calling the moisture to cool the area around them, reforming the previous hydrofish. He may not be able to escape the warmth from his side, but at least he can lessen the one from the sun right?

He scowled at how the form of hydro fish was looking more like an unrecognizable blob compared to before.

Zhongli, the cause of his scattered focus, is peacefully napping beneath the sunlight. 

From afar it looks as if his body is shielding Childe from it.

By the time Childe's mind went back from wandering, he could only silently stare at his half-wet and half-burned breakfast. It was the consequence of cooking while his mind was not on it.

Reluctantly taking a bite, Childe can't help groaning for the third time today. The taste is bad and the texture is even worse. Slamming his head on the table, He slumps in despair, ignoring the rattling plate and glass.

It's over, he can't be saved anymore. 

When she hears this, because his little sister will somehow know, Tonia will never stop laughing at him. She will be so ecstatic that her brother can't even cook breakfast without thinking about some man from Liyue. 

"How am I supposed to face him now? Stupid Zhongli.."  Childe mumbles as he glares at his pinky. A ring of golden light around it flashed briefly as if cheekily teasing him. Childe scowled harder.

Meanwhile, the person now known as Zhongli, formerly Morax, The Geo Archon is in quite a pickle.

Well. 

That is if you think spending all night trying to hunt down an elusive Wind God for information counts as one. 

As expected it is not that easy to find Barbatos when he wants to hide. Zhongli mused as he couldn't sense anything from the ground. His old friend probably senses the elemental disturbance Zhongli caused since Childe left, and has wisely decided to not step on the ground less he left some elemental tracks that can be followed. 

It was times like this that showed how long they had known each other and how easy it was for them to annoy each other. 

To be fair, essentially their elements are naturally contradicting. Anemo is everywhere and can instantly yet briefly involve itself with other elements if it wants, as shown with the Swirl reaction. Meanwhile, Geo is everywhere but takes a longer time to naturally intertwine with other elements, unless forced to quickly form a reaction with crystalization. 

The most obvious characteristic they both share is that their elements are  everywhere.  Thus, as a being who holds domain over those elements, then theoretically it is only a matter of time and methods for them to gather information. 

Of course, taking all of this into consideration then it makes sense that Barbatos quickly knows that Zhongli has realized he was involved. The fact that Zhongli can't find that wayward drunk bard after talking to Xiao is obvious proof that Barbatos was keeping an eye on the situation. 

Quick as his elements, the former Anemo Archon decides there and then that 'safety first' is important and thus proceeds to take flight where he hopes Zhongli won't find him immediately. 

It was vexing but of all being Barbatos probably has the most comfortable time hiding from Zhongli, after all, how can the wind leave any track on the earth if it doesn't want to? As a creature of Anemo, he can stay airborne for a long time.

'Perhaps he has even sensed me since I made The Vow...'  It must feel like a beacon signal to Barbatos. Their nations are neighbors to each other, and thus familiarity can't be escaped. More importantly, though, it was the fact that Barbatos take initiative to direct Xiao in Childe's direction and from what Xiao said, has even previously paid some attention to Childe. That can only mean that he must've been observing and wandering around Liyue for a while now.

The beast inside him grumbles, miffed that an ancient being like Barbatos is scrutinizing their treasure so closely. Unbeknownst to anyone. Without their knowledge. A risk.

'It's alright. Barbatos won't mean any harm.'

That thought is the main thing that prevents him from directly storming into Mondstadt .  It would not do to reveal Rex Lapis is alive because he was roaring in furry and raining rock. He would not act like a feral dragon.

Little Dvalin will be frightened before politely mocking him and Barbatos if he ever hears of it.

Looking at the slowly brightening sky, Zhongli takes a deep breath before letting out a long audible sigh, making the nearby patrolling Millelith look at him in nervousness. He was currently on extra patrol duty since all the Millelith had been spread out in an emergency. Last night, almost The whole Harbor woke up from a strange earthquake and what sounded like an explosion from the direction of the beach.

Although the investigation from The Qixing and The Adepti didn't find the cause of it, it was decided that The Millelith would have a tighter patrol as an extra precaution. This serves as a way to help calm down any anxious citizen and look out for any suspicious individual. 

During this patrol, The Old Millelith keeps coming across a familiar figure. It should be nothing unusual if it's only twice, but the Millelith keeps catching a glimpse of The Wangsheng Funeral Parlor Consultant. It looks like he was wandering all over the place, and when asked he only replied that he was 'currently in search of someone, and to not worry'. 

But the Old Millelith kept seeing this hurried figure every time he was changing shifts, then that can only mean the consultant search had been ongoing all night. This time when they run into each other again, The Millelith can't help but flinch. It was because the consultant looked awful, and dare The Millelith say it, seemed irritated. At the very least, he doesn't look like a man who decided to take an early morning stroll after a good night's rest. 

The Millelith has a growing suspicion that this person is wandering the street all night.

'Who is he searching for?' Before The Millelith could inquire in concern and suggest the man to take a quick rest, the consultant has already made an abrupt quick stride toward the direction of the market. 

Looking at the hurriedly disappearing back in confusion, The Millelith wisely decides to give up and continue his patrol. He tried to pretend that he did not just almost ask about the multiple reports from yesterday that recounted about how Mr. Zhongli was spotted running after his beau and caused a commotion on Yujing Terrace by jumping from the bridge into the ocean.

Usually, that kind of ruckus deserves at least a quick questioning and reprimand. But Mr. Zhongli's reputation helps take care of any suspicions when you keep his unique situation with The Harbinger in mind. It was embarrassing, but the anecdotes of those two people have always been a hot topic. Many people keep an eye on them.

Some of the Qixing for one, notably Miss Ganyu have gently encouraged everyone to just leave The Harbinger and Mr. Zhongli alone. She looks embarrassed but hopeful. No one has the heart to deny her, not even The Yuheng of the Liyue Qixing, Keqing. 

Since Miss Ganyu is Half Adeptus, most people have guessed that The Adepti is not hostile toward the Harbinger, despite the allegation that he was involved in raising The Overlord of The Vortex. Now adding to yesterday, that guess seems to be the truth. It was the dinner topic of the whole neighborhood last night, everyone already knows the story of how Adeptus Xiao dragged The Harbinger all the way from Liyue Harbor Gate to the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor sp he can meet with Mr. Zhongli. While The Harbinger and The Adeptus ended up brawling since there's no blood or damage, frankly some people are amused by this sudden development.

The speed of this story travelling across all household in less than one night show that it's not just The Qixing, most Liyue citizens aren't blind to how The Harbinger and Mr. Zhongli has a deep but strained connection. 

By this point, it was publicly acknowledged that anyone who decides to disturb the relationship between those two men will only invite trouble to themselves. The Local Merchants and Neighborhood Association especially won't tolerate any of it. Those people have taken a shine to The Young Harbinger's casual way of spending money and his bright attitude when beside Mr. Zhongli. They miss him very much and is holding a cold war to anyone that talk badly about the young man. 

'How is that child supposed to come back and buy our wages if you keep spreading nonsense?!'

'Right. Can't you see how devastated Mr. Zhongli is? He doesn't but any antique for weeks! If even he stop coming because his companion is being slandered then our business will be over. Over you hear me?!"

Meanwhile the neighborhood auntie is especially thrilled, including the Old Millelith's wife. They are pleased that Mr. Zhongli and The Harbinger relationship doesn't seems to be just a passing acquaintance.

While Mr. Zhongli's charm and high reputation make him the darling of The Harbor, it was no secret either that not many people have the guts to form an actual relationship with him. His competency and way of speaking are sometimes quite intimidating to most Young Bachelors. Also, that man's financial habit is so legendary that it became a cautionary tale for any new suitor. Before everyone always talks about anyone who tried to chase Mr. Zhongli since it changed so frequently, at least until The Harbinger arrived.

It was fascinating how the young man, who looks nothing like a crazed Harbinger, gradually become closer and closer to the famous Funeral Consultant. They frequent leisure walk slowly but surely make The Harbinger become just another familiar face in Liyue.

The early rumor about him being crazed and must be avoided has turned into that young lad who made Mr. Zhongli smile. The favorite topic that spread awe about him in Liyue citizens' hearts is that he always offered to buy Mr. Zhongli things. Always as in evertime. 

It was wild. 

That being said, not everyone trusts the Harbinger. Some people would inevitably be wary of him as he is still a Lieutenant of a foreign military. It even got worse since the brief moment The Overlord of The Vortex revived. There's a persistent rumor that he was involved in it, even though there was no proof.

But that rumor then gradually is taken over by the talk of how bizarre Mr. Zhongli is after The Harbinger decide to return to Snezhnaya. There's a moment when he acts dazed and just stares at the ocean while in the middle of walking around The Harbor. This is then was also suspiciously followed by a small earthquake. It happened so many times, that most people can't even call it a coincidence anymore.

It only improved when one day, The Funeral Consultant followed by his Director, brought his own wallet to the Market. That day almost every Merchant lost their mind. The lucky person who managed to receive Mr. Zhongli Mora can't help but tremble while receiving it. They said they would keep that Mora as a heirloom.

"See this is why bringing your wallet is important Mr. Zhongli. Look at how happy the shopkeeper is! Next time you visit here maybe you can be the one who pays for Mr. Childe! I'm sure he will be happy like them."

"Does it work like that Director Hu?"

"Of course! When have I been wrong? Also, didn't you feel happy when Mr. Childe bought you things? You should try to do it for him too, it might be a pleasant way to surprise him."

"Yes...it was a delight when I spent time with him."

"See? C'mon, let me tell you the wonder of haggling! We will sharpen your skill in budgeting even Mr. Childe will cry!"

"I don't want to see him sad.."

"In happiness Mr. Zhongli! Tears of happiness!!"

That conversation spread like wildfire. Everyone and their grandma is rejoicing that Mr. Zhongli seems to be more like his usual self. They are not even surprised anymore that his mood is related to the absent young man.

Now that one of The Adeptus themself has brought The Harbinger to The Harbor to meet Mr. Zhongli, everyone is waiting anxiously in their seat. There's even less bad talk for The Harbinger since most immediately caught on that The Adepti is probably invested in this as much as they are. It's the reason why the Commotion of Yujing Terrace is welcomed with good cheers after everything calms down.

Even the second son of the Feiyun Commerce Guild Manager, Young Master Xingqiu was spotted interviewing the witness of The Chase. He was excitedly rambling about new material, although not many people understand how their stories can help sell a new product. Most of them are happy enough to talk about it anyway. Especially the couple. 

His musing is cut short by the shout of his fellow Millelith. "Senior, it's time to change the shift. Thank you for your hard work!"

"Ah, yes thank you. Then, I will leave it to you," he replied, glad that his shift was over. It's a good time for breakfast before heading back home.

The younger Millelith asks before continuing the patrol, "Did you find anyone suspicious, Senior?"

The Old Millelith, remembering a certain consultant that was probably up wandering the street all night until dusk, only brightly replied "Hm. Nothing strange was spotted. Just the usual Liyue Citizen!"

After spending too many hours searching for Barbatos without any sight of him, although he didn't want to admit it, Zhongli knew that a change of plans was needed. So he hurriedly altered his course and headed to the morning market, mind calculating the season and recent harvest this year. Hopefully, someone is awake enough to open their store and sell him a few bottles of good quality apple wine.

Halfway through the way, he freezes before doing a roundabout again and heads to Wangsheng Funeral Parlor instead. With a quick step, and a small blush barely seen, The Former Geo Archon head back to grab his forgotten wallet in his office.

'I need to fix this habit soon before meeting Childe. I wonder if he will be surprised?' As the thought appears, Zhongli can't help the small excitement in his heart. Trying to imagine Childe's reaction to him finally remembering to bring his wallet, cause Zhongli's mouth to curve up into the first smile he made today.

'It's strange how much I miss him even though we met just a few hours ago. I should hurry to meet Barbatos soon, maybe I can meet Childe by noon and have lunch with him.' 

Chapter Text

"There you are." The greeting is followed by a rock spear that goes through the tree beside a green-clothed bard.

Venti felt a cold shiver go down his spine. Whatever boredom and restlessness he has before is startled out of him with a high-pitched laugh.

"Hahaha! Why hello, old friend! Fancy meeting you here! Unfortunately, I have another appointment—"

His hasty half-formed escape is stopped by a calm demand. "If you dare to run away, you'll find yourself unable to drink anymore my friend,"

"HahAAHA! WHY IS THAT?" Venti's smile twitched, his voice breaking when his eyes caught the sweet smile but intense glare from his old friend. Morax does not wear his signature hood which makes him appear as if he's looking down at his opponent, but Venti feels intimidated nevertheless. In fact, the way his hair gives a faint shadow only highlights the burning amber and slitted pupil eyes.

'Morax' smile widened, showing a sharp pair of pangs that made Venti freeze as if he was still a little wind wisp that got cornered by those blasted things. Morax's voice remained pleasant, it even passed as calm. 

"I do bring your favorite apple cider. But I have been searching for you day and night. Although it’s embarrassing I found myself slowly getting tired. Maybe my hand will slip..."

Venti haw and hums, pretending to contemplate the bait mixed with a threat even though he doesn’t have any intention to move his feet anymore. Inwardly he’s trying hard not to instinctively fly away because the ex-geo archon words are too vague, and he knows that person's wording is always carefully selected.

As a veteran in making this person show hidden emotion (mainly annoyance), it can’t be more obvious to Venti how irritated he is. 'Your hand slipped and then what? Will the wine bottle break? OR WILL MY HEAD BREAK? Will your slipping hand ‘accidentally’ summon a meteor on me?! '

He wisely laughs and sits back down. Zhongli didn't even wait for his reply already setting the table and opening the wine bottle.

"Damn, this old lizard doesn't even have the patience to wait for my response," Venti mumbled bitterly, cursing himself for foolishly taking a break without paying attention.

It can’t be helped! The weather was so nice and the wind brought him such adorable sounds! It was the first he heard such an uplifting and scrambled tune when that child woke up, he was usually so empty. Venti feels like proud parents, he couldn’t help humming the tune only he could hear. Swishing his feet where was seated at one of Liyue's outdoor resting spots.

'A bottle of wine will be perfect to celebrate this!’ is what he thought before a certain spear was thrown at him.

Well, he certainly will get his wish for the wine… but somehow Venti feels like he jinxes himself! 'May Barbatos protect me- aah…’

The baritone voice that people would call pleasant but Venti call dangerous, interrupted his messy thoughts.

"Pardon me, but I have been searching for hours, while you have been undoubtedly hiding for more than that. I see no reason why we should delay this conversation any more than it already did." Morax plainly stated, crossing his arms in mild irritation.

"…I can't deny that." Venti laughed helplessly, he was just glad this relentless person did not greet him with a meteor for all the stress he caused. Well, he did throw a spear but at least it did not go through him!

Taking the offered cup like an olive branch or perhaps a deal with the devil, Venti peeks from behind the wine cup as sharp amber eyes catch his looks boldly.

Sighing in exasperation Venti finally takes a sip. Morax may grow to be patient but the drive and stubbornness in him have never really changed. That's why Venti didn't bother to escape from Liyue he knows Morax is coming anyway. 'His methods have gotten more varied but this old friend of mine has never wavered on his goal.'

It was one of the reasons why he was a terrifying opponent in the past.

The Mortal today most know him as the wise and venerable Rex Lapis, but Venti has known him and of him for a long long time. It was only natural with their lifespan. But before Morax became the Geo Archon, there was always talk and stories that sing about his tale.

When before as a mere little wind wisp the tales were just another passing sound in the winds, as a newly appointed archon the multiple times he hears the song that tells about Morax's feat and power is uncountable.

The number of songs he hears keeps increasing as Barbatos' power as an Archon settles. While in the background a bunch of songs only he can hear that share the tales of Morax become familiar. Almost like a routine, Barbatos will hear about the dragon every few years as gods falls to the sharp edge of his spear.

In the time that Morax built Liyue from the ground, some of those songs eventually turned into an epic in history.

So yes, even before meeting the Geo Archon, Barbatos knows of the force called 'Morax'.

It should also be taken into consideration that Barbatos himself was created from the wind and the ambient energy from an old god. There's just something an elemental instinctually  knows  with the nature of their age and elements.

In fact, by the time he has a sense of being and meets his first friend, the loveliest and brightest young man he has ever seen, Barbatos is both newborn and old at the same time.

So yes, on their first official meeting, Morax is not an unfamiliar presence to Barbatos. But when their eyes met, another thought quickly formed. As Morax's amber eyes coldly gaze at him, his whole being screams of The Land and Ancient, Barbatos wonders if Morax also knows about him too. If he can sense something in a former wisp turned Archon.

It would not be strange if he could. Since Morax has an obvious close ties with The Land they walk. Who knows how Teyvat influenced him?

After that first meeting, Venti decided to not wonder anymore about some songs that thrill about Morax and The Sky. At heart, he was a mere innocent wisp drifting freely without care. He already accidentally bonded himself with heaven above, he did not seek more of it. Some secrets are better left being buried and undigged.

'Ignorance may be bliss but danger at the same time little ones', his lovely friend would say.

But he's not here.

And Barbatos decides that protecting his people (the remaining kin of his lovely friend) is his first priority and he does not owe anyone an explanation. If it doesn't pose a danger to his people then it is not his business.

Hopefully, Morax is not the same as other gods. At the very least Barbatos did not catch the stifling love like his predecessor. Nor the mocking gazes of someone who knows they hold more power like other annoying gods that tried to take Mondstat as their prey.

So Barbatos decides that he won't mention what he hears unless Morax says it first.

In the back of his mind, some songs sound like a wail, and Venti throws back the whole glass, ignoring Morax's judgemental eyes.

"Drink as much as you want, but also think about what you will say." Morax hummed as he poured more wine into Venti's glass as if he just did not imply that Venti better said something or else.

Venti wishes he could go black-out drunk, the wine tastes so lovely. But alas, this is not possible right now.

"Alright. Alright. Just promise me you won't summon a meteor on my head, I mean no harm. And just to be clear, some of this is your fault you realize?"

"Do elaborate." Morax raised his eyebrow, he did not deny but more as if he was waiting for the bard to explain his side.

Venti smiles cheekily, but his eyes are dead serious. "Said it clear that you won't throw any rock at me first."

"Barbatos, if in the next 3 seconds, you explain why you're watching over him then I swear I won't interrupt or throw anything at you while you talk."

Venti laughed incredulously, "You mean if what I said doesn't satisfy you, there's no guarantee massive projectile will not hurl at me after I stopped talking."

"If you wish to interpret it like that." Morax fucking shrug.

Venti wants to scream at the world that Rex Lapis's revered divine dignity is a scam. Shaking his head in defeat, Venti finally drinks the forgotten wine. How awful of Morax! He can even make him forget the wine in his hand. Grumbling Venti hesitantly said, "Morax, that child.."

"Do call me Zhongli, 'Venti'" Zhongli abruptly replied, drinking his own glass "We never know who will stumble here while we're drunk."

"Alright, Zhongli. Wait... 'we're drunk?' Are you— are you saying you will join me drinking to oblivion?" Venti gaped before shrieking in glee.

"I already place a barrier but just in case." Zhongli ignored him, procuring another bottle. and then another and another.

It was not a surprise that Venti looked at him with unhidden shock. Usually, He will demand an answer first, finish his business, and only then will he tentatively follow Venti's invitation to drink until dawn. It's not like both of them can be truly inebriated unless they consume an unholy amount of alcohol. Besides 'Morax' prefers to hold decorum and professionality if he can.

But Zhongli is not here for business. He is not negotiating a contract. He is not even here to represent Liyue.

Yesterday's realization while he held Childe in his arms, made so many interesting questions clambering inside his head. It woke up a long-forgotten curiosity.

How will it feel to travel with his beloved? Where should they go? How has the nation changed since he last stepped outside Liyue to explore the land just for the sake of satisfying his curiosity instead of a threat? What Nation would Childe like to visit? Since Mondstat is the closest, will he enjoy Dragonspine's hidden dungeon? Perhaps if they went near Mondstat Zhongli would visit an old friend and ask for a recommendation of an interesting place to travel to.

His old friend has always had a wanderlust that gives him endless insight into "fun" places.

Who knows that this particular friend of his has actually been watching over him and his beloved for a while? Zhongli doesn't know what to feel when he realizes who Xiao is talking about.

After that, he spent aimlessly wandering. Some part is because he was searching for Barbatos. The other part is processing the eventful day. As he calms down from the dread, sensing Childe still peacefully sleeping and away from danger, Zhongli ponders how he should hunt down his friend.

The obvious answer is using bait.

And so after buying some wine from the market he decide to went to his storage in the Serenity Teapot and opened the barely touched wine collection. Because clearly the amount he could buy is not enough for Barbatos. The amount that will make The Bard tipsy will already kill any Mortal. As he browses around his storage, it occurs to him that he might as well take this as an opportunity to try new things like Barbatos usually nags him to.

One step at a time. Surely he can at least enjoy sharing a drink with an old friend while also receiving his answer? It's not as if he needs to perform an interrogation. Barbatos will talk once he realizes he can't avoid him anymore.

Zhongli looks at the bottles, his fingers rubbing with each other, vividly feeling the contract on his little finger light up with warmth.

As he stepped away from the storage, Zhongli grabbed more things than he usually would.

"Old friend!! Are you bribing me instead of threatening me with a scary glare? Archons, I don't care anymore. It's been so long since we did stupid things together!" Venti clap his hand in prayer at the sight of more delightful bottles.

"I won't deny that I desperately need an answer. My scale will truly fall off at this rate." Zhongli admits more relaxed than before. Now that this bard has caught sight of the bait he is unlikely to run around.

Venti coo in delight, “You remember my wisdom!”

Love and old age are indeed extraordinary, the old lizard is willing to joke about now. They haven't even started drinking yet!

Zhongli scoffed, “When has I ever not remembered?”

They spend the night talking and catching up with each other. The topic jumps here and there as the bottles become emptier. Zhongli receives the answers, some confirm his suspicions, and some only add more uncertainty that he did not seek. To his credit, Venti rambles and honestly tries to explain what he finds, even as his words start to slur with the wine.

“How do you know Childe?” Zhongli began with the simplest and yet the one that can answer most of his confusion.

Venti laughed in surprise spilling his wine all over the table. The laughter keeps increasing as Zhongli looks at him in confusion and bewilderment. “It’s all your fault you old lizard!”

“Me?” Zhongli echoed in confusion.

Venti snorted mercilessly. Momentarily forgetting his fear, he pointed his finger at Zhongli “You! It all started with you, my friend!”

Eyeing the finger warily, he can only reply “And how might that happen? This is the first time we have met in years.”

“You turned that child's whole life around did you know that?” The question was asked with a sharp glare, that contained a sense of nagging and yet knowing.

“I— yes I have suspicions.” He mumbled. Somewhat feeling guilty but also delighted that he left a mark on Childe's life.

Venti stared before teasingly mumbling, “Look at you, no one will ever believe me if I told them the rigid Morax mellowed so much.”

Zhongli said nothing, pointedly sipping his wine as if it were one of his favorite tea. Venti wants to howl in victory but holds back.

Fondly The Bard began to tell a story, “I was just minding my own business with a lovely dandelion wine when I almost choked because an epic song suddenly formed. I shouldn’t be surprised since I was already hearing the formation of it for a few months, but when it actually formed it was so loud I forgot everything else!”

“But the one that formed is only the opening part of it, leaving a cliffhanger by the end of the day. A cliffhanger can only mean one thing. Congratulations ‘Zhongli’, you managed to form a series of epic songs that will go down in history!! And a romantic one at that!” Venti is positively cackling right now.

Morax forming an epic is not the first time. A romance one? Now that got his attention as if someone slapped him with a fish. So much so that he couldn't believe his ears and decided that he needed to find his friend for a visit soon.

Zhongli decides to let him wheeze in the air, secretly wishing the bard would choke on his next drink. Unfortunately, His red ears are not lost to Venti who immediately fails to hold his giggle.

“Of course, as the best bard of Mondstat, I figured it was time to check on the new romance of this era! I never imagined my old friend to be the main subject of it! Of course, I need to check the other pair!” Venti puffed out his chest in pride. He took his job as the best bard in Mondstat seriously.

He proceeded to fake a scandalized gasp, delighted in seeing Zhongli's eyebrow twitch “But oh, what is this rumor I heard? The old lizard is fancying a young man?! A foreigner? Whose songs and tales have spread across Snezhnaya even at a young age? A Harbinger?”

Winking and waving his hands he continued staring at Zhongli pointedly, “But I was still recovering from giving my gnosis at the time, so while unfortunate I held back from seeing the epilogue myself. A shame really. But curiously a few days after that, the wind brought me a worrying tune. I figured that I should check the young man myself later. He sounds so lost and sad by the end of the epic.”

Zhongli feels the familiar guilt, he has suspicions about what happened after this.

Venti softly said with a hum, “And then you, my friend, followed him after a few weeks. Both of you are so amazingly in tune despite being in a different nation! It was just unfortunate that the melody only tells about loss, worry, and regret.”

The Adeptus sighed forlornly remembering those days when he couldn’t help yearning and yet fearing to see Childe again. Some days he was so out of it that it wouldn’t surprise him if he didn’t catch Barbatos checking on him secretly.

“So to sum it up, some of my retirement plans turned into a series of new epic. Naturally, Childe as the main driving force of it is part of those tales. And you decide to follow the tales and check on the two actors.” Zhongli concluded.

“Yes, yes. You’re retirement is admittedly amazing, I never would’ve thought you managed to get a partner out of it.” Venti cheers.

“Yes, that one is an unexpected development.” Zhongli huffed amusedly, clinking his glass with Venti’s. He certainly did not expect to meet such a bright but contradicting young man.

They spend a few moments laughing at the unexpected things that occur in their long life. Looking back at old times and reminiscing together. The teasing and throwback were shared in good faith. Among the laughs they share, there’s always a bittersweet but fond smile.

As the night passed and the drinks slowly consumed, they both turned more silent and contemplative a still unasked question lingering between them.

"You know, I have seen that child before... long, long ago.” Venti finally whispered, as if it was a secret from someone's ear.

Zhongli silently stared in confusion, because he understood what Venti didn’t say. “… It was normal for a mortal soul to be reincarnated.”

Venti nodded in agreement, but his voice had a strange lilt. “Yes, and it was not strange that they repeated some aspect of their life. You and I know this and have seen it happen multiple times.”

“What seems to be a problem then?” Although he never come across someone like Childe before, it was a thought that he entertained before. At some point he gives in to the temptation and looks back at his memory, wondering if he will find a pattern. Uncertain if he even wants to.

Despite his tangled emotions, the result was that the most his treasure reminded him of was a few quirky foxes, never a person. No one has ever acted or looked like Childe does. Maybe he met his ancestor, but Zhongli did not think he had ever met the past human reincarnation of Childe before. Perhaps the previous incarnation was not born in Liyue or they never traveled to Liyue.

It was a useless thought, but Zhongli wondered. Has he missed meeting Childe's reincarnation before? It was hard to guess as no soul will ever be exactly the same. He did not exactly have a sensitiveness to it like Venti.

Still, Zhongli likes to think that he can recognize Childe's soul in whatever form. Especially now that he has the time to know Childe better.

Besides, The Vow he made yesterday will help him, in the unlikely event that something happened to Childe.

Zhongli froze, belatedly realizing that he didn’t have the presence of mind to explain to Childe what other use The Vow he made yesterday. ‘Ahh…I was so focused on him I forgot. He was so captivating, but that’s no excuse, My treasure deserves better.’

Sipping his wine and hiding the sudden sheepishness that thought brought, Zhongli waited patiently for Venti to explain.

Venti doesn’t notice this at all.

The former Anemo Archon was too focused on the words he wanted to share. Hesitation filled him, unsure how to deliver it. If he must be honest that harbinger is not something he had encountered before, but some similar cases do exist.

Everything is a pattern and yet some individual is an exception. But even that exception usually has precedent. The Traveler are like that, they're not part of Teyvat and so they’re naturally not bound by Teyvat law and cycle. And yet, there’s an otherworlder like them before. 

They may insert themselves into Teyvat but it might not be permanent.

Countless stories and songs are told even if they always more often than not forgotten by the world. Or even not discovered by the Mortal. A soul that appears from nowhere, arrives from nowhere, created from nothing. That kind of song is not unheard of. Strange and wild the songs they produced may be but Venti is not unfamiliar with them.

But that child…Ajax is…

Venti hums a calming rhyme for himself and his friend. "I'm not sure how to put it. This is just a conjecture but.. but this might be that Child's last round. He might not reincarnate again."

Zhongli froze, and the wine in his cup almost spilled. "What do you mean by that?"

Venti carefully tried to explain and prayed to Barbatos that this person wouldn’t murder him. "I mean that I can't hear his future songs beyond the current him."

Every soul in Teyvat goes through a cycle. It was not impossible for them to find a familiar face, a familiar voice from across different people as time passed. It was because the soul is the same. But each similarity will be followed by difference, as each life is never the same.

Some beings can sense this endless perpetual cycle more than others. Venti is such a being. Perhaps it's his element or his domain of songs that caused it. He can hear every song that exists, has existed, and will exist. It was not quite clairvoyant nor omniscient, but he could hear enough and feel enough that it was possible to deduce what events would happen to birth the songs he perceived.

"But for that to happen.." Zhongli whispered, his heart clutched in a thorn of fear.

For a soul to not be able to enter the reincarnation cycle it means it is unable to. Either by sealing or destruction. It was not easy to do either of them. Sealing means the seal manages to hold so long that Venti can't hear the future possible song. Destruction means the soul shatters so much that it perishes into nothing.

"No. How can you be so sure Barbatos? Why are you so sure about him?" Zhongli hissed. It does not make sense that Barbatos dared to say this without proof. Not when he obviously knows what Childe means to him.

Venti run his hand through his hair feeling a headache. "I know! Normally I shouldn't be able to. But his soul, his songs are one those that always leave a mark through history! He rarely ever reincarnates and when he did it has always been noticeable!"

"B-but one day. No, a few years ago, was it winter?" Venti muble in frustration, "At least a decade ago, something happened in the collection of songs. A series of future songs that sound similar just suddenly cut off in the middle, leaving only one voice! That doesn't just happen Morax! Variation of voice just suddenly gone leaving only one! What else am I supposed to think?" Venti grips his hand. That moment has been unnerving. It makes him nauseous and wakes him up from a pleasant nap.

At first, he thought someone had tampered with the world tree again. The Dendro Archon attempted it and succeeded, leaving only half-forgotten folk songs and fictional stories. But he was flabbergasted when he found that the missing songs were from the future, not from the present or the past.

That means the owner of the voice still exists right now, but he will not in the future. Or at least the voice on his song won't change. This one voice, age unknown, will be the last known variation of the soul.

What does that mean?

Venti could only guess one thing. The soul won't enter the reincarnation cycle anymore. This single life will possibly be the last it will ever have.

There’s also another possibility, but it is unknown if that means a good thing or not.

“Morax… hypothetically.. If he maybe live long enough that I can’t hear future variation then—”

The trembling from the land stopped his word. Zhongli stayed silent, among the startled chirp of birds and wildfire as they ran from the area.

“I know. But that can mean anything, Venti.” He finally bit out. It can mean his beloved achieves the night impossible and sheds his Mortal shackles.

Ascended. How many Mortals managed to do it these days? It has become rarer and rarer as the Archons War ended. But even longlifespan can’t explain why Venti can’t hear the possible future variation of his beloved voice.

That means something happened that cut the variation, leaving the current Childe as the sole one. If followed by the possibility of long life then the cause can be anything. Sealed, sleeping, absorbed, destroyed—

The rocks and mountain rumbles and groans in fury. The cup in his hand cracked, spilling the wine into his gloved hand.

“Morax— Zhongli!” he heard a shout from a familiar voice and small hands shaking his shoulder.

Venti sighed when the rocks around them stopped trembling.

“…Apologize my friend. Your words are just too surprising.” Zhongli murmured, putting down the cracked cup in his hands.

Venti nods, biting his lip in worry before saying softly “Remember this is only speculation. I don’t know what happened to him years ago or what will happen. Maybe instead of destruction like I’m sure you’re worried about, he might just be sealed. Exiled or cut off from Teyvat is also possible.”

Zhongli stared at him in surprise. So caught up in his thought that he forgot the recent variable that comes to Teyvat, The Traveler. They’re not from here but they’re from somewhere.

To be exiled from the land you’re born in is not a wonderful fate, but if there’s a change he might not perish then...

Venti winks, “Remember this is still hypothetical. It is still a rambling from Drunk Bard.”

Zhongli hums agreeing with him. It was a wild guess, but the fact that the worst he feared was not the only possibility was enough for him. He needs to at least ensure that Childe's life did not cut short before it was meant to. 

From the start, If permitted he was planning to stay beside Childe his entire life. As for their different lifespan, it will be up to Childe. If he wants to stay longer then Zhongli has ways he can prepare. In fact, even without his interference, Zhongli has suspicions that Childe might encounter another way anyway, with his intense desire to be stronger.

If Childe choose to follow his family lifespan then.. then he was planning to accept it however bitter it must be. Maybe he will sleep like Barbatos. Maybe he will wake once in a while whenever The Vow notified him that his beloved has walked on Teyvat once more. They will form new memories and Zhongli will treasure him all over again.

That was the plan. But now Venti's words have shattered that into pieces. It both gave him both hope and fear.

Venti stared at him as if he was making sure of something. Satisfied with what he saw, He then went back to enjoy his wine. They were both silent before Venti broke it with a mysterious smile. “Perhaps you should ask him directly Zhongli. Such a tremendous change in soul's voice, he must know of something. He should at least feel it.”

Zhongli smiled back, his mind forming and altering the future plans in another direction now that the situation changed beyond control. “I already planned so.”

“Good then bring another cup! You promised to accompany me drinking!” The Bard cheers loudly, making wind woosh around them bringing the scent of apples and the usual Cecilias.

“I did not. But I shall do as you wish.” The older man scoffed as he brought another cup from his sleeve.

“Wait why’s your cup rectangle?” Venti asked curiously, he vaguely remembered using this kind of cup in Inazuma or Liyue.

“… it is the only one I have on hand right now,” Zhongli whispers as he strokes the beautiful ginkgo engraving on it.

“You brought traditional ceremony wine cups everywhere you go?” Venti asks in bafflement, finally remembering bits of info about the cup. In the past, it was often used for celebrations and special occasions like birthdays, anniversaries, or weddings.

Zhongli peeks at him huffing in amusement, “Childe bought it for me. He said the shapes fit my aesthetic. It was near the wine storage when I picked up your bottle. I can’t help reaching for it...”

“...My friend, you’re hopeless.” Venti giggled in disbelief, but he calmly took the bottle and poured the wine into Zhongli's cup until it overflowed like a waterfall.

Zhongli smiled at the gesture. “Just shut up and drink your wine.”

"What seems to catch your eyes, Childe?"

"This wine cup, it reminds me of you Xiansheng." Blue eyes stared in fascination at a set of what looked like a traditionally made wooden container. The tag said it's a wine cup but it has a peculiar shape.

"Reminds you of me?" Zhongli asks in wonder. He looks at the object that can make Childe feel like that and blinks in surprise.

Childe nodded enthusiastically, his voice bright with a hidden laugh, "Traditional, Sophisticated, and most importantly square!"

"I'm not sure if you're pointing out that I'm rigid or old." Zhongli raises his eyebrow, catching the way the young man cut off his breath like he usually did when laughing.

"Ahahaha! That's your words, not mine! It has ginkgo engraving, if I remember right you love ginkgo right?" Childe finally looks at him, asking for confirmation eventhough his smile show him how sure he is.

Zhongli tilted his head, considering the observation. "Well, I don't know about love but I do find myself fond of it. For centuries now ginkgo leaves and trees have represented   peace and hope ,  aiding its continued presence throughout history. While the trees are slow growing, the way the leaf's color changes from green in summer and falls like a golden snowflake in autumn is beautiful. It also has a pleasant fragrance. Once in a while, I find myself losing track of time while watching them. As one of the oldest living trees it was fascinating how they didn't change in appearance or symbolism.

"Wow. If they're so old do they ever turn into fossils?" Childe asks curiously, his mind focusing on 'one of the oldest trees'. 

Zhongli smiled fondly, "They do."

Childe nods, storing that interesting information. Maybe his siblings would be interested in tree fossils? Anthon probably would. "Well, you do sound fond of it. Then I'll buy this set of wine cups for you Xiansheng. Excuse me, Shopekeeper!"

"Coming!" A boisterous voice replied in delight. The deal went fast, the shopkeeper didn't even doubt Childe could afford the price despite the high quality of his wares. The young man has become the talk of The Harbor for a while already. His presence when buying something for Mr. Zhongli is treated as a sign of luck and booming business for the day.

"But Childe, this type of cup is traditionally used in celebration or special occasions, I might not use it much." Zhongli tries to caution.

Childe waved his hand dismissively, his words sure and determined. "Bah, Liyue has so many festivals, I'm sure you'll find a good time to use it! Still, it'll be a shame to not use it, can we use it once at least."

Zhongli stared at him for a while, catching the way the young kept glancing curiously at the cups an unusual shine in his eyes. His mouth slowly formed into a smile that struggled not to widen, barely holding a laugh, "I think you just want to try drinking from a square cup Childe."

Childe jolted before he turned away, laughing in delight and a bit of shyness, "You caught me! It's the first time I've seen it shaped like that. So is that a no for drinking together?"

Zhongli shakes his head his eyes gazing at the young man full of something overflowing, "I did not say that. If there's no festival today then we just need to find something to celebrate."

"What, like full moon? That's today I think? Or tomorrow" Childe tried to remember the date. The sea current feels like a full moon.

"En. I was truthfully thinking we should celebrate the memories we made today instead. I'll always treasure this gift and the memories that come with it, Childe. Even after years to come, I think I'll remember this conversation with you vividly."

Childe gaped a slight red coloring his cheek.

The Shopkeeper who arrived after packing the wine cups laughed loudly. "Mr. Zhongli how forward! The young master here might faint in your arms if you continue."

Childe denied that vehemently, hurriedly giving The Mora while muttering "I would not."

Zhongli finally let a chuckle, receiving the package carefully. He thinks that later he will charm this set so that it may last for centuries to come. "Apologizes Childe, you have always brightened my day. I can't help taking the chance to celebrate it."

Childe huffed a slight pout formed at the teasing looks from The Shopkeeper. "Aaah stop your cheesy words! Just, tell me about the cup history why don't you?"

Zhongli nodded as he steadily followed Childe faster than usual steps. "As you wish. It is called a Masu Cup, originated from Inazuma. At first, it was only used as—"

The conversation continues as the sun sets. They exchanged drinks under the full moon, celebrating small memories they made like it was a precious fragile thing.

"Celebrating memory made huh? That does sound nice. But when do these cups fit for Liyue festival Xiansheng?" Childe sips the wine, enjoying how Zhongli always chooses the best one. 

"I think it should be for the next Latern Rite Festival." The older man finally replied after a bit of contemplation.

"Isn't that after Rite of Descension?" Childe asks unsure. Why not use it on the day Rex Lapis descends?

"Hn. I think it fits Latern Rite's festive atmosphere better." Zhongli nodded. He did not elaborate more.

"If you say so?" Childe nodded, taking his words as it is. He added with a sunny smile, even if the blue of his eyes was as dark as ever. "Then remember to take out this cup when we drink with it later."

"Of course." Zhongli smiled back, closing his eyes as if he was savoring the taste of wine. While in actuality he was reveling the way his heart beat dangerously faster.

Childe is not on Liyue anymore when The Lantern Rite Festival comes.

Zhongli stared at the set of cups he had charmed to last for centuries. He did not take them out to drink since the one he wished to do it with is not here. 

But he promised Childe to take it out. And so he did.

As the sky of Liyue slowly filled with illuminating light, each lantern floating gently to the sky bringing with it someone's wish, Zhongli stared at the unused Masu Cup and the lantern beside it, still not yet lighted.

Zhongli was silent, he rarely if ever participated in the wishing part of this festival. He prefers watching his people celebrate and write their wishes, watching them float with the lantern that'll carry their hopes and dreams despite being so fragile.

This year he found himself wanting to do it. Even though it feels foolish of him. Nevertheless, as he stared at the Masu Cup that had only been used once, he found himself finding the words he was unable to voice before. 

Writing his desire on the wish stick, Zhongli placed it inside the lantern. The fascination of doing it together with his people this year is covered by another feeling that makes his heartache. 

As he gently lit the lantern, he watched the pattern on it glow beautifully. A traditional ginkgo tree with some animals under it. His gaze can't help but stop at the drawing of a small fox.

Smiling a bit he finally let the lantern go, watching it float to the sky carrying his wish. It mingles with the ones from his people, looking just like another lantern a man may made.

'May we have the chance to drink together again under the full moon, the sky, and the lights of lanterns.'

Chapter Text

The world is in a cycle of repetition.

It will start and reach its end, it’ll then be born only to be destroyed, and then it will repeat the progress all over again.

From the endless repetition, some divergence can appear. A small error, accumulated into a variable that may or may not cause change in the world, although it does not change the way the cycle starts and ends. Thus history continues to repeat itself.

On those repeating cycles exists a dimension where everything knows its beginning and its destruction. This dimension was used as the land that can help the world tree to take root, so that the memories and history can be recorded, stored, and used again.

It was called many names. The Underworld, The Nothingness, The Void, The Abyss.

This dimension directly opposed Teyvat, serving as a reflection. Something to be the opposite so there’ll be balance.

At some point during the countless repeating cycles, this endless darkness gains a sense of self.

Because why not?

Its nature was to the opposite so balance may be made. At first, that meant it was to be unchanged, endlessly dark, with no boundaries, so that it may reflect Teyvat that was full of alive beings, with light, and order.

But Teyvat is also trapped in an endless repeat. In another way, Teyvat can be said to be the unchanging one.

The Abyss, as its nature slowly changes and distorts as the cycles continue. Until it gains its own consciousness.

It was slow to develop, needing many cycles until it could slowly understand the world. what it is, what its purpose and what stance it wants to take. The last one is still an ongoing progress.

Nevertheless, every time a living being is dragged into the abyss depth or casted away, exiled as The One In Teyvat Sky likes to say, The Abyss learns more, gaining clarity on its sense of self.

It can perfectly perceive the world.

But to Its dismay, no one can perceive It.

And so it vaguely learns what some call emotions, while at the same time also unknowingly experiencing isolation. It yearns for a connection.

It always does.

Even before having consciousness, The Abyss will leak into Teyvat causing it to corrupt the land. It wants to merge.  

But Its and Teyvat are incompatible, their energy canceling each other out. Now that it gain a self, it realizes what it wants is not just a merger but a connection.

It was lonely.

As much as a being not created to be equipped with emotions can be.

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Every time The Khaenri'ah falls, it is always excited, even knowing what will happen. So many cognizant beings arrive to it, surely one of them can connect with it!

And just like the previous cycle, It’ll feel disappointed again as the being from The Fallen Kingdom can’t perceive It. They refuse to perceive it even if they can, resenting their fate of being ‘punished’ into ‘hell’. They channel and drown themselves on The Abyss power but they can’t hear Its true voice.

This is a problem.

The Abyss can feel them but they can’t. But it does not want to stop. Because if it can gain cognition after countless cycles by a slowly accumulating change (error) in the cycle, then surely It’ll eventually be able to connect with someone.

It has all the time in the world. All the cycle to try. All the madness to continue its yearning to vanquish the awful feeling of emptiness in its core.

The cycle continues and the crack between dimensions increases bit by bit, encouraged by The Abyss who doesn’t even know that the name of the feeling it has is called loneliness.

One day, on one cycle, Its crack coincidentally makes a boy fall to its depth.

The Boy dies.

The Abyss sees it as another failed try for connection. It continues yearning and trying as the next cycle comes.

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The Boy falls again in the next few cycles.

Oh.

The Abyss then belatedly realized that The Boy had become a variable, not just a one-time error. That means The Boy will continue to fall to it. That means The Abyss can continue to try to connect with The Boy.

It was nice to see a new variable born right into Its depth.

The Boy dies too quickly.

The Abyss, who never stopped Its yearning for connection, tried what it could to prolong The Boy's life every time he fell.

Most of them failed. But some work, however long it can be.

It started with making sure The Boy didn't die because of broken bones from falling. Then to ensure that The Boy won't be lost to That Beast song in his moment of confusion. 

The Abyss especially has a hard time with the last one, because The Boy will always, somehow wake That Beast up. It has locked its gaze on The Boy too. 

As multiple cycles pass, The Abyss perceives The Boy more and more in its endeavor to prolong the time where It can make a connection with The Boy. It's learning about The Boy, slowly realizing the difference between The Boy and The Ones from The Fallen Kingdom.

The Fallen is resentful and angry. They’re full of what later The Abyss will categorize as hatred and despair.

The Boy meanwhile beyond the familiar emotions called Fear, has an intense hope and determination. The hope will crumble and distort the longer he gets corrupted by The Abyss's natural energy. But that determination still shone even as he died again and again. It makes him always died struggling and unwilling.

The Boy wants to go home.

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The Abyss managed to make a new variable!

It was so excited when Skirk, one who chose To Fall and stay in its depth, 'coincidentally' met The Boy and took him as a disciple.

At first, it was so hard just trying to make them meet. But The Abyss manages to make The Boy fall closer and closer to Skirk's location.

Sometimes, to It’s frustration, she will kill The Boy as ‘mercy’. It only cut the time for The Abyss to connect with The Boy, making it disgruntled in those cycles.

But now more often than not she takes The Boy as her disciple and teaches him how to navigate The Abyss. It was happy that this meant The Boy could survive longer. Even if he still can’t hear The Abyss' voice, The Boy is Its first successful variable. It was in Its own way, fond of The Boy.

The Boy truly has the hidden potential to change without limit. It was the first time The Abyss had seen such a ‘consistent’ variable.

Now if only It could connect with The Boy without accidentally corrupting and killing him…

The Boy always leaves The Abyss now.

It was expected. Since every time The Boy becomes Skirk's disciple he is set on the path to become stronger, just so he can go home.

Every time The Boy leaves its depth, The Abyss feels something. Perhaps melancholy, that it loses another possible connection. Perhaps sadness that The Boy's vibrant soul and determination will not be there to light The Abyss anymore.

It looks forward to see The Boy in the next Cycle.

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“…Master, sometimes I can hear someone else talking beside us.”

Skirk stared blankly at the boy who decided to follow her and change the monotony in The Abyss. “…Even if you lose it, I’ll not decrease your training boy.”

It was the only way she could comfort him, The Abyss does tend to deteriorate the minds. But since the boy wishes to become stronger so he can go home then as long as he still can survive the training Skirk will not kill him.

Ajax huffed mildly offended, trying to explain in another way. “I’m not going crazy I swear! Anyway, I think not yet? The voice is kind of commenting about something or calling me, but I can’t hear it clearly.”

Skirk frowned, sensing something odd. “Don’t respond to it. It might be dangerous. If it hurt or you find yourself losing memories be sure to tell me.”

Ajax nodded obediently, “Okay, Master.”

The Abyss. is. ecstatic!

The Boy can hear It! Well somewhat, but anyway he can hear some of Its voice!

It’s not even when he's on the verge of death or during The Boy Foul Legacy transformation. The Abyss is now sure that given more effort and a few cycles, It will be possible to actually talk with The Boy.

Even Skirk, one of the longest dweller of The Abyss is not able to do that. She may be able to perceive that there’s a Will of The Abyss. Something that is alive. But she rarely can hear It. Sometimes she can hear a few murmurs, and for that, The Abyss never gives up trying to form a connection with her too. But She always ignores it, not like The Boy.

The Boy just acknowledged he can hear It! Just thinking about that makes something bubble in Its core.

The Abyss continues Its effort, wishing that Its first connection will be with The Boy. That It can give a good impression.

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“…Who’s talking?”

IT WORKED???!

“Ugh, my head hurts... Stop screaming!”

Chapter Text

Venti found him by chance. 

It’s been a few months since he first heard The Epic featured him and a few weeks since he heard his old friend’s song turned more and more sad. So he has been keeping an ear for The Harbinger to see who in the world Morax involved himself with. It was a mix of curiosity and worry.

As soon as he heard the young harbinger was in the area from the whisper in the wind, he quickly made haste. He tried to decipher more on the way but only managed to understand ‘danger’ and ‘lost’

The first time Venti finally caught sight of the young harbinger several things hit him.

This child is the one whose soul disturbance he heard all those years ago. 

The one that somehow cut the future variation of his Soul Song. He can see it  clearly  now, with how jarring not being able to hear other voices when he knows there should be more.

The second thing he realizes is that the Harbinger is indeed young. 

Perhaps he’s around the age of The Current Acting Grandmaster and Cavalry Captain. In short a baby to him. Then it froze him to realize Morax is falling for a young man who should be only around two decades old. Oh, Venti won’t shut up about this when he needles his old friend because, how in the world?

The last mindblowing realization hits late. As he observes the young man, trying to find the cause of the anomaly in his Soul Song, Venti realizes with the dread akin to the feeling of falling without functioning wings. He knows one of this soul's previous reincarnations.

Now that he observes it’s easy to recognize that tune. How can he not when this soul was once born as one of his children before? The one that Mondstat failed.

Sunset hair, affinity with Hydro, a desire to do what is right, and love so deeply that it ended up destroying himself.

Oh, Venti remembers alright, it was because he meets the soul when its journey has reached its end. Can it even be called a meeting? When the soul he saw was already broken and chose to fall into the sea?

After the Aristocracy falls, while rebuilding Mondstadt along with his dear Knight he hears an epic forming among the winds. It was a disjointed mix of romantic and hopeful wishes that ended with a tragedy.

Many interpretations of the story. And yet only one end. The Soul refused to leave from the depth of the Sea. It’s not that it’s lost the direction or that it was in place with no Wind. No, the Soul willingly set itself adrift, forever mournful but grimly satisfied the hurt ended.

Venti ended up coming to pick the soul itself, feeling guilty and ashamed. Such an epic was formed because part of his people became what he hated most. It was only right that he checked the soul and tried to give it the best rest he could. Even as he retrieves the soul he can hear some of its last moments, it disturbs and saddens him.

"Words that cannot be sung... Have I also forsaken the truth for illusions?"

"Having lost it all, and given it all up, and then sinking beneath the waves..."

"...Maybe this isn't the worst of endings, after all. Ahahahahaha!"

No wonder coaxing it was so hard. It stubbornly wants to stay under the water adrift. But thankfully Venti managed to sooth it enough that it could enter the reincarnation cycle again. Hopefully, this life experience won't be carved too deep into the soul and carry into the next reincarnation.

He did not see the soul again after that.

Maybe all the pain the soul received from Mondstadt makes it reincarnate somewhere else. Or maybe its still recovering and has not reincarnated yet.

It was a peculiar thing after all. Venti realized with the  close  proximity when he coaxed it to rest that it was one of those souls that is prone to make an Epic in its lifetime. It rarely reincarnates, but when it did, it left chaos, legends, and stories in history. For a soul to able to repeatedly form an Epic, Venti supposed it is natural for it to not walk on The Land frequently. So it does not surprise Venti that he did not see it for a long time.  

Now, as he sees the young harbinger bathed in blood, smiling even as he barely can stand, Venti thinks he would not recognize it was the same soul if not for his ability to hear the Song of Souls.

One reincarnation is never the same indeed.

But still, as he watches with the winds, Venti decides to focus on the present. Namely, the part where this child is entangled with another romantic epic, this time with his old friend of all people. Venti is not sure if he should laugh or cry with bottles in his hands. Oh, also, of course the part where it somehow manages to cut off its future reincarnation.

“Barbatos, please give me strength.” Venti sighed.

After months and back-and-forth of slyly observing Morax and The Child, Venti decided that the situation was not good. They both are stuck on a mutual pining stage and it’s unreliably frustrating watching them.

And Venti for the life of him still can’t find the reason why the soul is missing the future variation. 

The only good thing coming from this is that Venti can understand The Child's buried desire to explore the world and experience new things. It’s a simple and sincere wish that most of his children often share, most of them becoming an adventurer. He can’t help but become fond of The Child. This reincarnation is not born as the children of his land, but somehow it retains the spirit of seeking freedom. It was nice to know, in a bittersweet kind of way.

Venti wishes a better future for him, both for the once-lost soul and for his friend.

As he watches them and listens to the forming Epic, still not set in tune and endless with possibilities, he decides to give some nudge. Enough to give them a chance to meet.

But to do that he needs some help.

Someone who can move free, one who will be impartial but also care for his old friend. It would also be better if they have a weight in Liyue that can help the child's reputation and clear the doubt in people's minds.

Oh.

Yes, he knows just the person fit for this! It’s also been a long time since he visited him!

The wind filled with the scent of Cecilia blew excitedly in the direction of Wangshu Inn.

It worked!!

Both The Child and Morax meet! And it didn't end in disaster!!

Morax, that sly man, even made an Unbreakable Vow! Venti can feel it miles away. How reckless of him. 

Venti silently focuses trying to decipher the development of The Epic.

It was better than he expected.

He is not even done perceiving the songs before the winds excitedly tell him that Morax and That Child are dancing on the ocean.

Venti wants to rejoice so much. He wishes he could sing this great news to the world! 

But.. this meant Morax would find out about him sooner or later.

The realization makes him wince. But he decides that there's no use worrying about it since Morax will come anyway. He gritted his teeth, trying to be positive "Qué será, será. Whatever will be, will be!"

Hu Tao stared at the scene in front of her with blank eyes.

She would like to demand a raise. She did not get paid enough for this shit. Unfortunately for her and everyone else, Hu Tao is her own Boss. That means she can’t violently shake someone, boycott for a raise, or make a lawsuit with Yan Fei's powerful mind.

Woe is she to be so independent in this very critical time?

Anyway, she scowled at the pathetic sight in front of her. Two small forms are plastered on the floor, making her once again feel disillusioned at the mighty Archons everyone praises her whole life. Not that the respect ever managed to hold in the first place with the way Zhongli mooning over that Harbinger. But this is beyond her expectations.

She managed to bring them to her Parlor before both of the ex-archons could give Liyue a scare, but she didn't expect them to continue drinking their heart out. Thankfully the wards here are strong enough to hide whatever elemental energy they leak out. Who knows Chongyun knows so many nifty wards?

In their defense, they're both already retired so no one can really tell them how they should act. Hu Tao does support doing what you think is best when living, but she does not have enough mercy to give when both of said venerable ex-archons are passed out drunk with bottles and crates of alcohol everywhere.

Crouching down at the whining mess that didn't have any right to look that cute, Hu Tao dared to poke at a fluffy but scaly tail.

She receives a more high-pitched rumble, this one in protest.

"Aiya, what would anyone say when they know the great Rex Lapis drunk so much he got turned into a doll-sized Rex Lapis?" She said in a bright dramatic volume, just as they both deserve.

"Mrrpgghh.."

"Uuuu..."

The sounds of their suffering are music to her ears. The small white hooded figure the size of her palms rolled on the floor trying to get away from her voice. She only laughed harder when the little guy tried to fly but ended up wobbling right into an empty wine barrel.

"Come now Lord Barbatos, you provoke this old man of mine to drink so much, you should expect the hangover! Also, you two better pay for all this mess 'cause I won't!" She gleefully nagged at them both, picking up bottles here and there.

"Now what should we do? I heard that you two want to meet Mr. Childe soon, but now you two are—"

A strange sound comes behind her.

Humming curiously she looks back. She gapes at the retching dragon, "Wait Mr. Zhongli don't tell me you're gonna puke—"

Childe was having a great calming day.

This is what he's trying to convince himself as he tries to act normal, as if he did not just fight with his own finger this morning.

Like a thief into the night, except that it was currently dawn, He hightailed out of Liyue Harbor with a fishing rod in hand. He stayed near the shadow just in case Zhongli ever curious people caught sight of him and asked about the mess yesterday.

Along the way he hears whispers about an explosion but for the life of him, Childe can't remember it. He slept fine last night, what in the world are they talking about? The increasing Millelith patrol almost made him curious enough to ask, but in the end, the temptation of finally having a day without any interruption wins out.

By sheer skill and some luck, he managed to peacefully arrive at a quiet spot away from any disturbance. Unfortunately, it's not Luhua Pools because, well, it's probably the first spot a certain person will check if they found he's not in Liyue Harbor.

He finally sighed in relief when after a few minutes there was no handsome bright-eyed gentlemen nor short guardian deity in sight.

Setting down the fishing equipment the young harbinger gets ready to do one of the few pastimes he is not moving in a rush. As he sets the baits, he looks at the deep water, feeling a familiar gaze. The water turned slightly darker than when he arrived.

He ignores it and continues setting up the fishing pole.

Time passed just like that. The morning turns to afternoon and slowly the sun heads for sunset. Childe managed to catch a few fish, filling the bucket.

Even so, the familiar gazes below the water persist. Never wavering from his form.

Sighing, Childe finally stares back in its direction after a few hours of no fish. Perhaps they had already run away, judging by the color of the water near where he was fishing. His deep blue eyes reflected the rippling dark water, even though there was no wind. In fact, he can't hear anything around him right now, there's no sound of birds, insects, or animals.

The rippling becomes more obvious, slowly forming a wave as if the being under it was happy the young man finally acknowledged him.

“What do you want?” Childe calmly asks after finishing packing up the fishing equipment. There's no use fishing now when no fish will bite it. He glances at the bucket where he store his catches, the water has turned as dark as the lake did. Childe hopes the fishes won't die, or at least stay fresh enough to eat later.

Grumbling, He sits back down near the edge of the lake and pokes a finger at the water.

The water churns as if surprised. Despite no cloud forming the water has become darker, nearly black, as if a storm was happening. A faint shadow shifts in the rippling water as if a massive body is moving underneath.

Childe watches patiently as the water pokes back at him, before wrapping around his wrist and pulling.

“Ah hey!” He shouted alarmed. He places his free hand on the ground and pulls back his captured hand. His reluctance only earned him strange sounds from it, like multiple voices whispering in his ears.

“Stop whining! You limped, you know I can’t ‘pet’ you here! Besides you’re literally in a liquid right now!” Childe nags as the voice in his ears increases in volume now alternating between screaming and whispering.

The water stopped pulling but splashed at him in retaliation, as a clamor only he could hear resounding noisily.

‘Silly. Ajax can control hydro well so why couldn’t he give pats!’

‘We miss you Ajax!’

‘Ajax said he hates it when we channel solid things!’

‘No headpats? Jail! Jail for Ajax!’

Childe huffed fondly despite the incoming headache he already felt forming. This always happens when the being tries to talk in Teyvat. “I hate it because the last time you guys possessed a poor dog. It dripped black goo all over the office before turning feral and attacking everyone! Dottore thought I lost control because there was a spike in abyss energy, and then he turned mopey when he found nothing. Thankfully the dog vaporized and leaves no trace.”

The water in no other words, wiggles guiltily. Childe narrows his eyes, pointedly flicking the water that still has his wrist in a tight grip. “Oh now, you feel guilty? Why can you just talk normally instead of possessing a poor animal?”

‘Ajax mean.’

Childe splutters at the unanimous words, all the discordant voices sulking at him in a different tone.

‘Ajax feels not good at the time.’

‘We only see a bunch of paper for a long time.’

‘Ajax promised we will travel together and see more colorful things!’

‘Ajax should just go back to the land full of pretty rocks, it's pretty.’

'Yes, yes! So many people, mountains, and the sea!'

'Ajax likes the pretty land! Pretty people! Pretty Eyes!'

‘Since Ajax feels lonely, we thought we can play for a bit.’

Childe stared in shock before a mild blush overtook his cheek. He opened and closed his mouth, ending with him swinging his captured wrist in protest, “I’m not lonely! I was just... bored!”

A part of the water jumped mockingly as if saying it’d believe him just because he said so.

“Thank you for cheering me up thought, I did get to fight since the whole zombie dog freaked everyone out.” Childe fondly pats a portion of the water. He can hear purring starting to mix with the screaming, as the water moves again, almost engulfing his whole torso now since he was kneeling at the edge of the lake.

It was always so clingy since they first 'talked'. 

At first, he couldn't understand why and The Abyss couldn't communicate well either. So it was terrifying to have this unknown being always following him like a dedicated shadow. It was not until much later that he understood The Abyss better, maybe even too late.

But for better or worse this is what they both choose.

‘Where are you going?’

”I'm going back home.”

‘Home?’

“Yes, I need to go back.”

‘Oh..You're leaving here. You're leaving us.'

'...'

'I wish you won't leave Ajax… It’ll be lonely again….You can’t…don’t leave..'

”...what if you come with me?”

Desperation filled him. He wants to go home so badly. 

He misses his family. He misses the fireplace in the house, one where its fire warmth won't attract beasts. He misses the taste of his mom's cooking. He misses his father's silly voice when telling stories. He misses his sibling's familiar warmth when they sleep together because the cold is too harsh.

He misses it so badly he feels as if he's going crazy if he did not go back soon. Or maybe missing it is part of what makes him crazy.

Even if he needs to leave Master Skirk.

Even if he knows she cares for him in her own harsh way. Even if it hurts when she tells him that she won't go back with him. Ajax selfishly, selfish still wants to go back.

He doesn't want his family to search for him forever. Because they must be still searching even now after 3 months have passed.

What if he died here with no bodies left for his family to find? What if they forgot him? He needs to go back.

He will do anything. Even if it brings unknown danger to the world.

If it's his sin or fate to fall into this nightmare, then he knows he will not be able to separate from It even if he comes home. So be it.

Although The Entity has always been weirdly tried to be 'nice' to him, Ajax is afraid. What if It won't let him go? What if It becomes angry? What if It devours him like the other beasts tried to? 

Master Skirk doesn't even know this Thing exists! How powerful must It be to escape Master sense? 

It can talk, think, and disagree with him even though It has no form. Ajax is sure It's alive and not a figment of his losing sanity. Ajax has seen It control the darkness around them, the few times Master Skirk is away.  

Ajax has suspicions about what This Entity is.

It sent fear in him and triggered the need to survive. So before he tries to leave and face unknown danger, he realized that he must guarantee his survival first.

The solution he arrives at is one that will make his Master beat him up to the ground. Perhaps she will even kill him if she knows. But Ajax is willing to risk it all.

This was also of way of him thanking The Entity for trying to help him in Its own way. He knows how lonely It is. He can feel it resonating with his own feelings. He doesn't know how long This Entity has been alone, but it must be a long time. Longer than Ajax ever live. 

Ajax found himself pitying It. Even though falling into Its depths has caused him to be broken beyond reason.

Maybe Master Skirk is right that he has gone crazy.

In fact, she told him multiple times to not follow any 'bewitching' voice, saying it would be harder to leave. That it would not let him go.

But this voice is different from the Whale Song he heard. There's no bewitching, just a multiple garbled screaming voice that sometimes acts like a lost child and gives him a blinding headache.

Ajax is indeed afraid that this voice, obviously attached to him for some reason, would not let him go. He doesn't know what it will do if he tries to leave without its 'permission'... So why not confront it first? 

Ajax knows The Voice can think, willing to even accommodate him sometimes. Then It should be able to negotiate. Hopefully.

He is ready to do anything as long as he can go home.

“I want to leave, while you don't want to be lonely. Then let us go together.”

The Abyss trembles in surprise, Its gazes on him intensifying in wonder, in fear, in hope, in expectation, in disappointment, in excitement, in hunger, in wants.

Ajax feels his breath catch, his eyes burn, his blood boil, his bone ache, and his soul break.

The young boy from the land of frost and love, age 14, eternally gazes back at The Abyss.

The water stings his skin as if poison overfills it, the color has turned black like ink now. He sleepily looks at the sky, not realizing how fast the time went. It already turned into night, the stars and moon shining faintly behind the clouds. As he started to extract himself from the unconventional 'hug', Childe noted that the color of the water was even darker than the night sky. “Come on buddy, no more cuddle, I need to go back.”

It mourned in protest, not wanting to separate yet. Childe struggles out of Its hold muttering “If you stay longer the lake will be corrupted! I love fishing here.”

Before both of them can argue again, a small form tackles Childe away from the edge of the lake, forcefully pulling him away from his companion.

Childe only sensed the presence for a split second before he felt a force hitting him so hard to the ground, that he lost his breath. Before he knows it he hears a low growl and weight on top of him.

Instinctively he formed a blade out of hydro and called to the water on the lake. What ended up happening is that some part of the hydro blade crystalized while the water from the lake bouched away. Or rather it was repelled away by a wall of blinding gold, both of the energy clashing violently with each other. 

His mind caught a roar amidst the violent burst of explosion that followed those next split seconds.

“What the fudge?” He managed to wheeze out as the explosion died down. Through his blurry eyes and shattered hydro crystal, he forces himself to take a good look at the weight that holds him down.

He blinked in dazes for a while, not quite understanding what he hardly can see. Staring in bewilderment he realizes what he at first wildly guess was a feline or canine, is actually a big dark brown lizard.

It was snarling at the water, which already lost its dark shimmer. The paws and claws still hold tightly at Childe's clothes, keeping him down. The tuff on its tail is bristling in fury, while its horn shines with geo-energy, illuminating the area around them.

Looking at the geo shield that surrounded him, which was apparently the cause of the hydro crystalization, and the furious lizard which looked familiar but just not in the right size, Childe finally realized who was on top of him.

“Zhongli-xiansheng?” He called in confusion, the miniature Rex Lapis twitched at the name, its tail swishing before twining at Childe's wrist in response.

It feels soft.

Seemingly accepting that the being from the water was gone, Childe saw the tiny, chongky Rex lapis stop snarling and hurriedly turn to look at him. It froze at what it saw.

“Zhongli...Xiansheng?” Childe asked again haltingly, not receiving any response aside from a silent stare. Was he wrong? Is there a population of tiny Rex Lapis lookalike that is native to Liyue but never talked about?

The lizard(?) let out a sound that is a mix of whine and purr. It butted its head with Childe, shocking him at the feeling of cold horns, the burning glow on it softening into a dim warm light. It continues making those sounds while nuzzling his cheek in distress.

Childe finally snaps out of it at the feeling of a wet tongue near his eyes.

“A-ah what? Wait what?” He stuttered when connecting that Zhongli was licking him.

The sound of whine increased as Childe tried to sit up and pull away in sheer embarrassment. They struggle with each other, one refusing to go away while the other is trying to run at the intimacy he hasn't even prepared to do with the older man yet.

“Stop, stop l-licking me Zhongli!” He managed to get out as he finally got a grip on the lizard's underarm, pulling it away and holding it like a misbehaving cat, stretching its long body.

The ‘misbehaving’ mini rex lapis whine again, short arms waving at Childe to grab. Seeing that it was too far, the lizard instead made its tail stroke at Childe's cheek.

Bewildered more and more, through his jumbled thought Childe finally noticed the Adeptus fixation with his cheek, or to be exact his eyes.

'Oh.'

Blinking in realization, he realizes his eyes are blurry and he has a hard time seeing his surroundings because there are tears in them.

And Zhongli is worried because of it.

The tail moved to graze at his cheek softly, wiping the tears before it could fall, while the big amber eyes continued to look at him with concern. It let out a questioning cat-like sound that somehow conveyed concern.

"Mmrrraa'?"

Feeling like he just drank a full shot of firewater with Teucer amount of sugar, Childe feels his blush come back full force.

He wants to curl up and perish. Unfortunately, he has a handful of Zhongli in his hands.

Letting out a shy laugh at the sound of whining and waving paws that immediately catch his attention, his thought screaming 'Oh my archon, Rex Lapis has toebeans!'

Amidst the sudden revelation that feels oddly important, Childe managed to explain with a wobbly smile, “I’m fine Zhongli-Xiansheng. I’m not crying. Your entrance just surprised me and I got crystal in my eyes.”

How could he explain that when his half-baked communication line with a clingy abyss was forcefully cut off by a tackle to the ground followed by a clash of energy that resulted in an explosion, the force of which shattered some of the hydro crystallization right into his face? That’ll be too humiliating.

The lost connection only hurt for a moment and the pain was not that bad. It was mainly the damn crystal that got caught in his eyes. In short, it’s a pure biological reaction to clear the irritation in his eyes.

Although the way his eyes are burning at the thought that Zhongli cares for his pain right now is surely not biological.

Sniffing a little he started to calm down, before trying to find the proper hold for the miniature Rex Lapis. He ended up scrambling a bit in puzzlement, Zhongli clinginess didn't help, until he found what he hoped was the right way. With no point of reference, he went back to how he held his little sibling before when they were still even smaller than Zhongli is right now.

Zhongli immediately nuzzled his cheek again, though this time he did not lick. The fluffy tail swinging happily as he got closer to Childe's space. Childe let him, relieved that the baby-hold didn't seem to hurt or annoy him. He gazed fondly at the gentle creature in his arms, who was previously snarling viciously and causing an explosion.

Giving in to the urge to touch, he gingerly pats the scaly back and head, earning him a rumbling purr.

“Why are you here Xiansheng? And why are you tiny?” Childe wonders as the oddness finally hits him.

The purr stopped at that. Instead, the lizard looks away in what Childe could only guess as shame.

Before he can ask again a shout distracts him.

“There you are, Mr. Zhongli! Why did you rush out like that?! Your poor friend is flung away by you!” Hu Tao exclaimed as she appeared from behind a fallen tree caused by the previous explosion. Strangely she was holding a bundle of blanket in her hand.

“Master Hu Tao?” Childe mumble, his voice unsure.

“Ah I see, he found you first. Even managed to jump into your arms, what a sly old man. But this is great now I don’t need to break into your home!” Hu Tao cheerily clapped while still gently holding her 'package'.

Childe thinks the explosion may damage his ears more than he thought, “Sorry did you just say break into my—”

“Here’s Hu Tao Delivery Service! Happy to serve but I’m not doing it again!” The Wangsheng Funeral Parlor Director exclaims as she shoves the pile of blankets into Childe's arms, which are already full of tiny Rex Lapis. The Adeptus' tail flicks at the clothes in annoyance, making something in it bat back.

“What in the—”

“—uuung?”

A downright tiny white hooded head popped out from the mess of blanket he scrambled to hold. The being wildly waved its white-sleeved hands at Zhongli's tail. Childe gaped at the tiny green dots that act like eyes.

No, it is a pair of eyes he realizes as the 'dots' blink up at him cutely.

Childe continues to stare as he realizes what feels like a powerful wind elemental is now cradled in his hand. Along with a wriggling tiny Rex Lapis.

The young man doesn’t even have time to articulate his thoughts into question before Hu Tao pats his shoulder in encouragement. “Do take care of these drunkards, they’re so pitiful I can’t take it anymore. Your great deed will be remembered by the whole Liyue.”

“Haah—"

“My job here is done!” Hu Tao cuts him off as she twirls and holds her hat striking a pose like his little sibling often does, to Childe's downright confusion.

“What do you mean—” Childe hurriedly tried to stop her, feeling he did not like the implication of her words.

Hu Tao ignored him. She continued to step backward with a wide manic smile, her pigtails whirling and following her abrupt movement.

"Oh, that old man might puke but don't be surprised if what comes out is a rock. Just think of it as a cat retching its hairball! The other one I'm not sure but keeps floundering while trying to float. Then please take care of them." She hurriedly said as she turned around and started dashing off. “Till we meet again!”

"What the fuck Master Hu Tao!" Childe shouts at Hu Tao retreating back, the only thing remaining of her presence is a bunch of pyro butterflies that too soon vanish away.

The young man stood there, his hand full of a bundle of one of the most powerful elemental beings he had ever felt.

Looking down at his arms, he receives two bright stares, like abandoned wet kittens who pitifully widen their eyes with maximum effort so he won’t leave them to the mercy of nature.

Childe summarizes the whole event in one word full of feelings.

“Uh.”

Chapter Text

Childe is the eleventh harbinger. The youngest one to date. He is the vanguard, who enters the battlefield first and starts the gong of battle. He knows it's also just another fancy title used for the distraction and the one most likely to die.

The fact that he is the youngest in history to reach that position gathers both awe and pity. But it always, whether it's foe or friend, mixed with fear.

It was because he had held that position since a young age, and yet he was entering his twenties. Still alive and is no closer to dead than when he entered the Fatui corps.

He rose through the rank, leaving a trail of destruction and blood. Making all the people who bet on him being a child soldier destined to disappear among the snow regret their words. Most of them avoided him by the time he was appointed as a harbinger. When Childe meets their eyes, they will pretend they never saw him as easily thrown-away collateral.

In the early days, even the other Harbingers sometimes look and wonder how he is still alive. Childe are not blind to their gazes. It’s just that he doesn’t want to delve much into their games and schemes. Maybe because, in a way, his wish is simple compared to them.

Nevertheless, the only one of interest is his Queen. There’s no need to bend to whatever standard others expect from him. He believes that as long as he can be true to himself, the path to becoming stronger will always appear.

Of course, this means he will take his time to sharpen his skill, not just because he needs it to fulfil his duty but also because he wants to. Challenging himself is a must.

This resulted in him always finding himself in the centre of chaos as his reputation preceded. But to reach that point, he naturally also need to polished the art of sneaking unnoticed. The best battle needs preparation, after all.

It’s just that he never expected to use the skill to sneak into his own apartment. A bundle of secrets in his arms. If it’s just dubious drugs or body, then no one in Fatui will bat an eye. But he has two gods in his arms, and he knows this is not the norm, even for his subordinates. Especially when one of them resembles the dead Rex Lapis.

Of course, he can do it. He is one of the harbingers. The problem is not his skill.

It’s just that the journey is too distracting.

Because Zhongli, in his stupidly endearing small form, is kneading and purring like a storm.

Childe can’t even mention it because the man does it unconsciously. How does he know? Because the earth is shaking.

Every time the small beast purrs, Childe can feel the earth vibrating with him. In his opinion, it was adorable as fuck.

Unfortunately, this also means that if Zhongli is in his right mind, he won’t take action that screams Rex Lapis Died But Has Been Reincarnated In A Smaller Body. 

He tried to warn Zhongli but only got a nuzzle and a distinct confused noise. At that moment, he realized that Zhongli probably didn't even know he was doing it. Or maybe it was purely instinctual and register as a natural occurance to him.

When he looks down at the other elemental being for help, Childe finds himself staring at a curled-up white ball.

Nevermind. He only needs to reach his apartment before anyone notices right? In his way the earths continue to gently tremble as the being in his arm purr his heart out. 

It was de ja vu. Not even a day has passed, but here they are, facing each other again with lots of unsaid things between them.

This time, the one opposite the table is a lizard, though.

Childe's mouth almost twisted into a smile at that thought. He instead seriously folded his arm. “So?”

The dragoon's eyes shake in alarm, no doubt feeling the situation is familiar too in his end. It tried to explain, but the sound that came out was pitiful and cute. The fluffy tail wags in clear frustration

‘Don’t laugh, don’t laugh’ Childe closes his eyes, lip tightly shut in strenuous effort.

“Calm down. First, can you turn back?” He managed through gritted teeth, practising all his restraint to not squish the criminally cute creature.

Zhongli flinched in guilt. He can only let out another whine-like sound to signal a ‘no’. He wishes he could hold better conversations in this form, but it’s really been too long since he voluntarily turned like this.

This is why polishing old skills is important, he berated himself. 'Truly, you never really know when a situation calls for it.'

The Adeptus watched Childe in worry; the younger man looked uncomfortable. He must have been troubled by Hu Tao's sudden request. Zhongli hopes he is not angry since they barely clear the air between them.

He huffed before trotting carefully to Childe, wincing when he must step on the table to reach the younger man faster. Childe watches him with a hint of curiosity.

When he is in front of the man, Zhongli stands on his hind leg, carefully patting the soft cheek with his paw. Letting out a rumble that hopefully can mimic an apology.

The Adeptus then bowed as much as he could in this body before turning around and heading in Venti's direction. He bit the unresponsive bard's small form to secure him like a cat bit their kit before heading to the door, intending to leave.

Childe gaped before registering what Zhongli was doing. He scrambled to get up. “Wait, wait! Xiansheng, where are you going?”

“Grrruuu?” Zhongli let out a muffled sound, mouth full of white elemental hood. He pointed one paw at the door.

“Leaving? In that body?” Childe asks incredulously.

Zhongli huffed, his tail thumping on the ground. He didn’t want to intrude on Childe's home like this. Moreover, he is one of the oldest Adeptus; he knows how to hide. Although rumours about wildlife in the harbour probably can’t be helped,

Childe carefully crouches down, a frown slowly forming. “What’s this? On the way here, you’re happily purring. But now that you’re in my apartment you want to escape?”

He watched with hidden amusement as Zhongli's amber eyes looked away, obviously not wanting that to be pointed out. Holding out a hand, Childe finally let out a smile. “Since you are already here, why not stay the night? I’m not sure why, but the security has increased since this morning. Rather than risk being seen, it’s less trouble to wait here until you can turn into normal right?”

Zhongli silently stared at him before sheepishly placing one paw on Childe's hand in agreement. The younger man beams brightly. He grins as he grabs the lizard's underarms and brings him to his chest in one smooth move. Zhongli's tail immediately curled on his waist despite the man's flailing protest.

“Huhu. You’re really cute like this Xiansheng! Lets clean up before we get our rest. It’s been a long day.”

So here Zhongli, formerly known as Rex Lapis, Morax The Geo Archon, is currently panicking on Childe's bed. The younger man easily lets him into his bedroom. Zhongli feels as if everything is a blur. Before he knows it, Childe is washing his paws, drying them and then placing him on the bed.

Without further concern, the young man simply said, “Sorry, Zhongli-xiansheng but I only have one bed. And the couch hasn’t been cleaned from all the blood yet. I would feel guilty if you sleep there. Bear with my bed for tonight, okay? Feel comfortable to sleep first if you’re tired, I’ll take a quick bath and get out of this uniform.”

Zhongli's wide amber eyes can only watch in shock as Childe disappears to the bathroom after giving a quick pat. He missed the timing to protest the arrangement.

He knows his dearest lives in a single apartment, so it means that there’s only one bed, but he never expects to be in that bed. At least not this soon!!! Not in this form, either!

The lizard tugged at his horn in stress, tail thumping wildly in worry and, he was ashamed to admit, giddiness.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the door, The Harbinger is cursing himself. As he enters the bathroom, he vaguely realizes something is not quite right. It takes him an embarrassingly long time before the implication of what the situation looks like finally sets in.

If it’s just another lizard, another person, or even the Zhongli before his retirement, Childe would not think too deeply about it. A friend in a difficult situation and needs to crash for one night? Sure, he won't mind. In his opinion, friends help each other if they can.

But now, with the damn sensation on his pinky finger, the person he just invited to his bed to sleep is not just anyone else. It’s Zhongli who made a vow with him.

‘Archons, I’m going insane.’ The young man holds his head in resignation. It’s not even a week yet, and he is tempted to just book it into the ocean. Even Natlan lava pit might be better than the distracting feeling bubbling inside him.

Taking a deep breath, Childe decides to just get over it. Shower first, Zhongli and his brand of feeling that he yanked out of Childe's heart later. The water from The Abyss doesn’t leave any trace, but a good shower is always welcome when you want to refresh yourself.

Zhongli is a resourceful man. Nervous, he might be in front of the love of his life, but it didn't stop him from finding the solution to his palpitating heart.

The mini Rex Lapis whirls around at the blanket that Hu Tao gives. Its amber eyes look with hope at the tiny hooded figure that peeks out from the blanket. He pawed at the bundle, shaking his old friend insistingly.

‘Barbatos, wake up! Wake up!’ comes out as a hissing sound. But to no avail, the wind god didn’t stir one bit.

Childe comes out of the bathroom to the sight of a small Rex Lapis slapping a white ball around like its own personal toy. He freezes before registering what the ball is, hesitantly asking, “Zhongli? Are you playing with your friend?”

Zhongli's tail thumped in what Childe understood as a big ‘no’. Childe sits near the two gods, trying to guess the frankly adorable sight. “You're.. trying to wake him?”

The small dragon nods before rolling the white hooded figure again. Childe watches as the Anemo creature sleeps soundly despite Zhongli's efforts. He can’t help but laugh, “What a heavy sleeper.”

Zhongli nods, letting out a grumble that can be understood even in a smaller form. Thinking with annoyance, ‘He sure is. That aspect of him never change.’

Inwardly, he was somewhat glad his old friend was here. As much as he loves spending alone time with Childe, with this body that’s almost fully driven by instinct, who knows what he will do? Just hours ago, he was shamelessly purring on the young man's chest.

Childe hums, pondering a bit before throwing caution out of the window. He flops on his bed, lying sideways so he can look at the two creatures. Grinning with teeth and all the bravado he can muster, he whispers coyly, “I guess it’s also time for us to sleep?”

Saying that makes him inwardly scream, but it pays off in a way. To his delight, Zhongli's tail puffed in surprise, his horn steadily glowing brighter. ‘Was that indicating a blush?’

Childe watches as the man's mouth opens and closes. The Adeptus let out a choked sound before slowly lying down. From the corner of his eyes, he caught the way the tails wag again.

Taking that silent agreement as it is, Childe covers all of them with blankets. He makes sure not to fully cover the smallest being in the room, just in case they choke or feel stifled in their sleep. Somehow the little friend ends up between him and Zhongli.

He giggles at the way Zhongli side-eyes his friend. The Adeptus still shuffled closer until his head was near Childe, purring as the blankets also covered him.

Grinning softly, the young man whispered, “Good night, Zhongli-xiansheng.”

He got a purr and a soft tail brush as an answer.

When dawn came, Zhongli stirred from his light nap as Childe woke up. With adoring eyes, he watches lightless blue eyes blink away from the haze of sleep. There's no alarm clock, and the sunlight has not yet broken through the cloud. But Zhongli supposed as a military man, Childe is used to waking up early according to his routine.

For hours, the Adeptus held back the urge to watch Childe sleeping, as he didn't need sleep. He knows doing that is rude and will surely disturb Childe from resting. The young man is very sensitive to eyes watching him. So he closes his eyes and pretends to sleep. Letting the instinct to purr run freely since Childe also seems to relax when he hears it.

The younger man stared at Zhongli, registering that yesterday was not a dream. He yawns and sits up, feeling more rested than usual. Stretching, he greets the other man in a hoarse voice, "Good morning."

Zhongli chirped back, nuzzling into the hand that patted his head. In Times like this, he is glad his memory is good. Childe looks really soft, unguarded, and vulnerable. This kind of trust makes him unable to stop the storm of happy purr.

It was endearing how this man, who always has his guard up, actually let himself fall asleep near Zhongli. Childe sees how he could still cause destruction yesterday, even in this small body. Despite that, as it enters an hour mark since Childe closed his eyes, Zhongli shivers when he feels how Childe actually falls asleep.

Childe rubs his eyes as he feels the tails on his waist tighten. He pats at it, relishing the texture of soft fur. "So, do you figure you can turn back today?"

Zhongli nods hesitantly after a few moments. Childe sighed in relief, "Don't force yourself if you can't, take your time and come out after you tried it. Meanwhile, I'll make breakfast. Oh, do you need clothes?"

The last question was asked tentatively, Childe wondering if his clothes would fit the older man. They should, he thinks. Since He and Zhongli are pretty close in height, although their build is definitely different. His musing is stopped by the dragon shaking his head back and forth quickly. Zhongli raised a paw to pat his hand before waving it as if trying to reassure him.

Childe's mouth involuntarily formed into a smile at the gesture, "Alright, I'll leave the matter of clothes to you. Oh, maybe if you can try to wake your little friend?"

He gets a nod and a shove, making him chuckle at how the Zhongli's horns are nudging his side.

“You don’t have a name? Somehow that seems a bit too sad… Oh! Would you like to share my name then little one?”

…??? !!? !!!

“Hahaha, I’m glad you like that. After all, I don’t have anything that can be given to you… Well then, little wind, let me share our name! Our name is—”

“—Venti!”

He woke up with a jolt, away from a long-lost warmth that still accompanied him for thousands of years in the form of a dear-held memory. Everything is soft and comfortable as if he were engulfed in a big blanket. Tiny dot eyes blink before realizing, ‘the blanket is not big, it’s my size which is smaller.’

He found a pair of beast-like amber eyes watching him patiently, and like a burst, all the comfort of sleepiness was taken away. “Have you fully woken up? Childe has kindly brought us to his home and stayed the night. He's currently making breakfast. As his guest, it'll be better if you greet him properly.”

Still in a wisp form, Venti tried to hear what he missed in his sleep from the wind. A usual routine for him. Just as Zhongli's nagging ended, the wisp blew a breeze on Zhongli's face. He waved a white sleeve accusingly as a clear voice in the wind exclaimed. “Liar! I think you’re just nervous that if you're alone, you'll do something you think is inappropriate. Or I don't know, get distracted by his charm and forgot to ask the important questions that’s been stewing since yesterday.”

“Nonsense! I think no such thing. Beside what about you? You just want to take more naps! I know that your hangover passed faster than mine. Don't think I'll be fooled.” Zhongli denies it vehemently, folding his arm while his tail lashed in agitation.

Venti was about to make more angry noise before stopping halfway. The wind wisp tilted his head sideways, so much so that he fell over and got swallowed in the blankets again. A lazy breeze from an unknown source brings a tiny voice full of confusion, “Uh. Old friend, I hate to tell you this but your tail is showing? And horns, too.”

“I know." The former Geo Archon admits but refuses to elaborate. In contrast, the brown tail suddenly stops moving before proceeding to wilt almost sheepishly.

Venti doesn't know if it means his friend can't turn back due to sheer hangover or if he just doesn't want to turn back yet because of a certain person. Venti is willing to wager that it's the latter.

They stared at each other in silence. The wind wisps in increasing incredulousness while the dragon looks calmly, ready to pretend nothing is amiss.

Venti breaks the silent confrontation with a chirp and a blast of air that flies in Zhongli's direction and makes him hiss.

Ignoring the scowl, the wind wisp rolled around and groaned in defeat. Shaking his little head, Venti thought ruefully, ‘This rockhead can be so sly, but no one will question it until it's too late. It's up to me to make sure the child is not being taken advantage of!’

Zhongli left the bedroom door ajar for Venti to get out if he can't bother turning into a human. He heads towards the kitchen, wondering if using this form is the right choice.  

Despite his nervousness, the first reaction that Zhongli receives as he enters the kitchen is Childe's gleeful voice, "Horns!"

Zhongli freezes at the attention. The young man's eyes seemingly hold a gleam that mirrors the excitement in his voice. Childe is so excited and focused on him that Zhongli notices a previously unknown detail. Childe has a pair of small fangs, fitting his grin naturally. It looks sharp enough to make others bleed if he bit down hard.

Gripping his heart and trying not to fall down from that sight, Zhongli croaked out, "Horns?"

Childe smiles widely, sharp and beautiful. "Zhongli-Xiansheng, you still have your horns out!"

"I knows." He managed to wheeze out. Instead of doing it in one go, it was more comfortable to gradually change into his human form after spending time in that small body. He thought Childe would not mind, and it was also a way to get closer and show he trusted Childe. He just didn't expect the younger man to be this excited.

"It's glowing!" Childe added, stepping closer to look at it. He watches the horns softly lighten Zhongli's dark hair. It was bigger than the one on his mini Rex Lapis form. Instead of a small nub, It resembles a branch, like one you might see on a deer. But he observes how the edge of it looks sharp enough to cut.

"They do..." Zhongli mumbled back, captivated by Childe's eyes. There's no hint of that otherworldy presence he saw on that beach. No, rather, the only thing he can see is that lightless eyes reflecting the glow he made. Wide with wonder and curiosity.

Meanwhile, oblivious to his state, Childe tentatively asks, "Can I touch it?"

'How can I refuse that?' Zhongli can only give an honest warning. "If you do, I don't know if I can control myself."

The answer made Childe burst out laughing. A bubble of silliness that he usually only feels around his siblings burst. "So your tail can touch me, but I can't touch you?"

"...tail?" Zhongli parroted. What tail? Whose tail? 

Childe pointedly, looking down. There, wrapped on his hip, is a tail longer and larger than the one he saw last night. It still holds its fluffy glory, but the appendage is obviously more muscle and scale than before.

The tail had sneaked and twinned around his leg when he stepped closer to see Zhongli's horns. The whole reason he was bold enough to ask to touch it is because he figured he might as well ask since this appendage has already held him captive first.

Zhongli's pupils turned into a reptile-like slit, the tail tightening in his surprise but not releasing its hold. He was positively horrified. "I apologize! I-I don't know when—"

Childe cackled over his sputtering, cutting off the messy apology. Warmth filled the young man's laugh, tears forming in the corner of his eyes. "I have never seen you this out of control before. Since yesterday it seems you keep making new faces I never knew Xiansheng."

Zhongli slumped, slightly blushing in embarrassment. He resigns to the notion that he might have just shattered whatever images Childe has on him. Still, he tried to explain, "It can't be helped. You makes me like this Childe. Beside, I do wish to show my true self for you."

Childe startles, whole body tense and suddenly hyper-aware of the close distance between them. He clenched his fist, retorting with a brittle smile that didn't hide the hint of red colouring his cheek. "You and your words. Well it's not like I'm doing any better."

Zhongli beams at that admittance. Leaning down, he gently takes Childe's hands, ungloved and littered with scars. He raised those destructive hands to his horns, endlessly charmed by Childe's shaky breath at the sign of trust.

It takes some time before the hands touch it properly instead of hovering hesitantly like a dragonfly. Zhongli smiled as the curiosity came back on those mesmerizing eyes. Childe is whispering in fascination. "Oh, it's cooler than I thought?"

"Did you think it would be hot?" Zhongli probed, enjoying both the touch and attention. His tail would no doubt be wagging again if it's not already stubbornly claiming its place around Childe's leg.

"Well it is shining. I thought it will be hot." Childe strokes the vein-like pattern. Comparing the temperature to a gem not yet heated by body heat.

They took their time but, in the end, separated naturally. Childe patted the willful tail to reluctantly let go. He turns back to the kitchen, throwing an invitation. "Want to help me set the table?"

"With pleasure," Zhongli replied, feeling lighter and warmer than he had been for months.

As they worked with each task, Childe finally voiced the question that couldn't be answered yesterday. "So can I now know why Director Hu sent you two to me?"

Zhongli hummed, debating between chopsticks or forks and knives. "Before I turned into that form, I mentioned how I wish to talk to you. She must have figured it will be better to do it as soon as possible."

As he looks around the cabinet containing many sets of cutlery, Zhongli's hands stop at a familiar box. Amber's eyes widened in realization before gazing softly at the logo and blaring symbols he has chosen once upon a time.

'He didn't discard it.' Zhongli thought, observing the faint dust on the box. It was untouched. Childe probably didn't use the chopstick inside it for a while. Still seeing this box alone made his heart beat into a quick rhythm that he had never known before. It blooms the hope that someday he can properly explain the meaning of the engraving on that pair of chopsticks.

"I figured that, especially after yesterday." Childe nodded, remembering that he never managed to explain what Zhongli saw before Hu Tao arrived.

It makes him a bit wary if he is honest. But Zhongli has already seen It, so pretending to know nothing is useless. Besides, if he wants to make whatever they have now work, Childe won't ever allow himself to lie either, as that'll make him a hypocrite. And he wants to make it work.

While Zhongli is the one who promised and made that Vow, it doesn't mean Childe will take it silently. If Zhongli can trust a part of himself, then Childe, too, wishes he could reciprocate it. Unhurriedly, with their own paces.

"Yes. Would you be willing to answer?" Zhongli question, with no apparent pressure. Childe peeks at his tail and sees it standing at attention, practically giving the vibes of 'holding his breath'.

Biting his lips from snorting, Childe turns back and sighs loudly. "Time to talk I guess. But can we finish breakfast first? Oh and how is your little friend?"

"He is fine, thank you!" A higher-pitched voice sang happily.

Both of them whirl around, finding Venti standing at the door. Leisurely watching Zhongli and Childe with apparent fascination and fondness.

Zhongli instinctively scowled, "Since when are you there?"

The bard huffed with an offended frown. "Since you lovebirds were flirting at the door. Just because I'm small, doesn't mean I can pass through with both of you on the doorway."

Childe gapes, a blush steadily taking over. "What?"

In contrast to the clear annoyance with Zhongli, the green-clad young boy beams brightly at Childe. He took a quick stride before stopping in front of the harbinger.

The bard bows gracefully. His soft voice rang like a bell while a breeze flowed and brought the scents of Cecilia to the room. "Ah, I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable. You might have guessed, but I am formerly known as The Anemo Archon and thus this rockhead Old Friend. I have been waiting to finally meet you, Little Harbinger!"

Childe asked in bewilderment, "Meet me?"

Aqua-green eyes full of fondness look directly at the surprised, bottomless blue. "Pleased to meet you, my Name is Venti."