[ 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 richie, offering him a small, fond smile. a little sad around the edges, but... still there for richie. might be the last time they see each other, and he will miss him so sorely. he knows it. ]
Richie cants his head at the little light. He's got his own, a wee cigarette light between his fingers, but it's clear who's winning the human glow-stick competition.
Looking down to the box, curious. Feeling forty kinds of ways about today but his interest in the magic crafting takes the forefront.]
Like I won the lottery and found out my dog died. [We got feelings. Juts his chin at the box.] What's all this for?
Ha. [ mirthless, but - richie always has had a way with words that has brought humor to zhongli, one way or another. he'll be missing it, look forward to it on chipper where they can steal those digital moments in their coming days. ] I don't think you'll find many that will disagree with you.
[ but he gently sifts through whatever is in this box, until he finds the one he wants so that he can hold it out to him.
a charm, made of pure cor lapis. the bracelet and knot are made of red chord, but for richie... he's woven green, like the accents of his chao, into it. ]
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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 richie, offering him a small, fond smile. a little sad around the edges, but... still there for richie. might be the last time they see each other, and he will miss him so sorely. he knows it. ]
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Richie cants his head at the little light. He's got his own, a wee cigarette light between his fingers, but it's clear who's winning the human glow-stick competition.
Looking down to the box, curious. Feeling forty kinds of ways about today but his interest in the magic crafting takes the forefront.]
Like I won the lottery and found out my dog died. [We got feelings. Juts his chin at the box.] What's all this for?
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[ but he gently sifts through whatever is in this box, until he finds the one he wants so that he can hold it out to him.
a charm, made of pure cor lapis. the bracelet and knot are made of red chord, but for richie... he's woven green, like the accents of his chao, into it. ]
Protective charms. This one is for you, Rich.