[ we are... somewhere in the neighborhood? the gazebo, maybe, so that zhongli's easy to find for those that are coming and going through all of, well. this. there's a light, golden glow coming from his hands - and as part of his hands, as well - as he can be found manipulating geo energy quietly. his emotions are still distant enough to not really be there, but his thoughts are filled with shapes, and brief blips of peoples' words or faces as he works.
a bottle of osmanthus wine sits next to him, but no glass. so he's probably just been drinking from it directly while doing his task at the moment. on his lap is a velvet-lined box, with a few things in the bottom of it already. what they are isn't immediately apparent, but they're the same color as whatever is in his hands right now.
without looking up right away: ] The final day comes tomorrow. How are you feeling about it?
[ the light fades, and he deposits his work into the box - then looks up at maomao, offering her a small, fond smile. a little sad around the edges, but... still there for maomao. might be the last time they see each other, and he will miss her so sorely. he knows it. ]
[ she will watch him work for a few moments, her own thoughts going mute. once he makes it known that he knows she is there, she will come closer and carefully place her hand on his shoulder before settling down to continue watching ]
I had a feeling we no longer would be seeing each other again, but getting confirmation has been more of a disappointment than I thought. How are you feeling about it?
... displeased, truthfully, but moreso for those whose fates had been so unkind to them before their arrival here. [ taair, especially, who had resigned himself the moment that the axe fell on that. ]
Gabriel is a young god, and there are rules in place for gods. No matter the deity. But that our worlds are already connected, in some way, according to Ariel, makes it a bitter rule to accept.
[ but he told her she could watch him work, at the party, so she can settle in with him as he begins to manipulate geo energy once more. it casts them both in a soft, amber glow as he does. ]
[ if it doesn't interfere with his work, she'll put her hand on his back to lightly pet pet for some kind of comfort ]
I do understand there are reasons people remain in their worlds, but I do hope they consider the hands stretched out to them or at the very least take with them the memories and lessons to make their lives better.
[ it doesn't! he will sit with her like that, comforted by the proximity and the knowledge that he has earned maomao's trust and affection over these weeks.
the shape is small, charm-sized, but he works it with his fingers and in his hands as they talk. ]
That is my hope, as well. And that they might not reject the helping hands when they reach through time and space - whether it be via Chipper, or if we are able to manage some sort of means to see each other before we reunite in death. If we even return to Heaven, then.
[ some of them are. so, so long-lived. zhongli would like to see them all again sooner than death. ]
[ he was the first person she held hands with without being cursed and the person she continued to seek out until he died ]
I suppose we will all see each other here again in the end. [ feels like it may be some time away but also may be soon considering her own job and her world ]
We are able to share pictures of our worlds. I would like to see more of what we have in common.
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a bottle of osmanthus wine sits next to him, but no glass. so he's probably just been drinking from it directly while doing his task at the moment. on his lap is a velvet-lined box, with a few things in the bottom of it already. what they are isn't immediately apparent, but they're the same color as whatever is in his hands right now.
without looking up right away: ] The final day comes tomorrow. How are you feeling about it?
[ the light fades, and he deposits his work into the box - then looks up at maomao, offering her a small, fond smile. a little sad around the edges, but... still there for maomao. might be the last time they see each other, and he will miss her so sorely. he knows it. ]
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I had a feeling we no longer would be seeing each other again, but getting confirmation has been more of a disappointment than I thought. How are you feeling about it?
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Gabriel is a young god, and there are rules in place for gods. No matter the deity. But that our worlds are already connected, in some way, according to Ariel, makes it a bitter rule to accept.
[ but he told her she could watch him work, at the party, so she can settle in with him as he begins to manipulate geo energy once more. it casts them both in a soft, amber glow as he does. ]
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I do understand there are reasons people remain in their worlds, but I do hope they consider the hands stretched out to them or at the very least take with them the memories and lessons to make their lives better.
[ it is a bitter pill to swallow. ]
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the shape is small, charm-sized, but he works it with his fingers and in his hands as they talk. ]
That is my hope, as well. And that they might not reject the helping hands when they reach through time and space - whether it be via Chipper, or if we are able to manage some sort of means to see each other before we reunite in death. If we even return to Heaven, then.
[ some of them are. so, so long-lived. zhongli would like to see them all again sooner than death. ]
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I suppose we will all see each other here again in the end. [ feels like it may be some time away but also may be soon considering her own job and her world ]
We are able to share pictures of our worlds. I would like to see more of what we have in common.