[ 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 chrono, offering him a small, fond smile. a little sad around the edges, but... still there for chrono. might be the last time they see each other, and he will miss him so sorely. he knows it. ]
[ it's mesmerising to just watch zhongli work, the glow in his hands beautiful and captivating even if chrono can't quite comprehend what he's seeing just yet. so he stands and watches for a long moment, hands in his pockets, emotions curious and captivated over the deep sense of melancholy he doesn't have the control to hide.
but he smiles back anyway, when addressed. there's tightness in the corners of his eyes from crying earlier, but he seems to have moved past that wall now they were out of the church. he's equally fond, so grateful for zhongli's presence as always, as he takes a seat beside him on the opposite side of his wine. ]
Pretty annoyed, honestly. [ a laugh ] All this and we don't even get to spend a week all together again? Rude.
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wk 7; endgame
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 chrono, offering him a small, fond smile. a little sad around the edges, but... still there for chrono. might be the last time they see each other, and he will miss him so sorely. he knows it. ]
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but he smiles back anyway, when addressed. there's tightness in the corners of his eyes from crying earlier, but he seems to have moved past that wall now they were out of the church. he's equally fond, so grateful for zhongli's presence as always, as he takes a seat beside him on the opposite side of his wine. ]
Pretty annoyed, honestly. [ a laugh ] All this and we don't even get to spend a week all together again? Rude.