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zhongli ([personal profile] dijun) wrote2025-02-22 10:09 pm
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ᴛᴜʀʙᴏ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ ☁️ chrono shindou

I'm so verklempt I'll make this pretty later I promise
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[personal profile] clockpunk 2025-02-23 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ he's not looking great! the transformation of the week is still lingering, ticking now almost concerningly slow. as if the watch needs winding. ]

Zhongli. [ halfheartedly. raises a hand ] ...better, now that we're out.
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[personal profile] clockpunk 2025-02-23 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ it's okay he would agree wholeheartedly. he feels like shit. they probably all do, after all that.

he seems to consider this, for a moment. then shakes his head. ]


It's not fair to complain about my stuff when everyone's hurting. I think... a distraction, maybe. Would be best.
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[personal profile] clockpunk 2025-02-23 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
I know that. Just... y'know.

[ he shrugs, not really sure where he was going with it. the reassurance feels like too much right now, almost.

he studies zhongli's face for a moment, then nods. ]


You said you're just a guy now, but you must have some cool stories from your home if you've lived so long.
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[personal profile] clockpunk 2025-02-23 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
They're better told from people who actually know what happened. Legends can get out of hand.

[ that explains some of the books in his and taair's room, though. ]
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[personal profile] clockpunk 2025-02-23 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ it makes him smile, a little, that zhongli was so upfront about his godliness to him, given their first conversation. that kind of honesty was nice, and valued.

chrono listens, attentive. a god of... land? earth, the elemental sense? he vaguely knew that's what "geo" meant. the tale strikes a chord, somewhere; this casual explanation of great power, ancient battle. ]


You took this on yourself? Or... "Assembly" means there was others, right?
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[personal profile] clockpunk 2025-02-26 12:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the praise, however light, has him shift kind of awkwardly, unused to it. but he continues to absorb the tale - history, as it was - with keen focus. ]

Why's it always dragons... [ muttered, a little bitterly. then, more clear; ] You and her were guardians, then. Lookin' after people. What... happened? At the end of the war?