( zhongli has seen many rings in his life; he’s even assisted making a few for his adepti and their beloved. they glisten in the light and there’s a pang of sentimental yearning.
why would someone bury their rings? why would they put it on a map —
unless?
his hand doesn’t leave venti’s. zhongli blinks owlishly and then says without even thinking: )
Are they yours?
( IS VENTI PROPOSING? was this an elaborate proposal? his old heart may give out any second and he almost said “Yes” before there was any clarity. just a straight up affirmation and that’s equally terrifying to him. )
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why would someone bury their rings? why would they put it on a map —
unless?
his hand doesn’t leave venti’s. zhongli blinks owlishly and then says without even thinking: )
Are they yours?
( IS VENTI PROPOSING? was this an elaborate proposal? his old heart may give out any second and he almost said “Yes” before there was any clarity. just a straight up affirmation and that’s equally terrifying to him. )