weekend at zhongli’s 🕶

[geophysics]

( continuation of {HERE}.

it’s strange, having any sort of guest in the usually quiet apartment he has learned to call his own. occasionally, he’ll visit what remains of his old domains scattered throughout liyue; now, they are overrun with plant life and monsters and zhongli thinks back to when they were filled with laughter and love, if he dares to even call it that.

nowadays, he resigns himself to the mortal way of living: paying rent for a humble one bedroom apartment close to his place of employment. while he does have a second bedroom, he also has a spare futon that was imported in from inazuma back before the trading embargo really heated up. it’s never served the purpose of what it’s meant to, of course, with his only overnight guest ever being hu tao who had come over to work through some files and then passed out in the guest room from sheer exhaustion.

this is different.

hosting venti, his oldest living friend, seems to make him hyper aware of how little he has to offer as a host. liyue harbor is rich in history and activities, but his apartment itself is bleak. to some degree, he suspects, venti won’t be surprised - zhongli is an old man, after all. a blockhead. his boring apartment, with traditional liyue fixtures and kettles, speaks to that. he supposes venti won’t be spending too much time in it, but it still makes zhongli aware of how mortal they are, now, even as retired gods in name.

so when morning comes, after he’s certain venti is comfortably suited, zhongli can’t stop thinking of how soft venti’s hair was when he touched and how much zhongli wanted to stay up all night with him counting stars and recounting old tales until venti fell asleep, perhaps leaned against him, and zhongli could ensure he slept safely.

he almost burns his hand on the stove as he prepares them breakfast, zoning out like this. his hair is pulled back as usual and he’s wearing something much more casual than his suit - simple house clothes that are a single layer each, that still cover most of his skin but make him look younger. )

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[windblume]

[ So basically Zhongli has his connections that he's fostered over the years – Venti's done the opposite. Besides wanting to entertain and keep his people happy, the value of a bard is often expendable. Having Zhongli treat him? Well, it felt nice. He admires the city, captivated in a glow only Liyue could have.

The docks expand out, showing off a seaside beauty that Mondstadt can't provide unless you're into picnics on a cliff.

When they find their seat, Venti stretches his arms out onto the table, resting his face on his biceps. With his cheek smushed down, he wathes the water. ]

I hope you had fun. We walked away empty-handed but... I think whoever was destined for those rings will find them. Don't you think?

[geophysics]

Yes, I believe they will.

( zhongli’s expression catches on venti — the way the twilight dances across his hair and skin, the way the water serves as the perfect backdrop for his friend.

zhongli is thankful when the waiter immediately brings over the bottle of apple wine and two glasses, uncorks it and pours them each a glass.

but then his eyes return to venti. beautiful venti.

he really needs to sleep this off. venti is staying a month and it’s only his second night here and zhongli is so tightly wound-up. )

Are you cold? ( he realizes that the breeze might be a lot for someone as tiny as venti, and he’s actually fucking in the process of shrugging off his jacket. )

[windblume]

[ Before Venti even catches Zhongli's gaze, he scopes the incoming wine. Licking his lips in anticipation, his bias for a fine drink is oh so clear. By the time it's poured, he's already grabbing his – taking in the sight and the smell of the wine together.

Yes. With Zhongli, it pairs nicely... ]

Huh? Oh. I guess a little. [ It was not until he realizes the chilled drink would only rattle his bones further – but... watching him undress from his jacket, Venti tilts his glass. ] It's fine – you'll be cold then...!?

[ He was going to toast but now he's getting distracted, damn it. ]

[geophysics]

I have more mass than you.

( a smirk as he finishes peeling off his jacket. he ponders for a second before he rises from his chair and crosses the small distance around the table in order to drop the jacket delicately over venti’s shoulders. )

Don’t ruin it, bard.

( no wine stains or whatever! but zhongli looks terribly fond as he sits back down.

venti in his jacket, jesus christ he’s going to go into cardiac arrest. )

[windblume]

So? Stone often does compared to wind.

[ Before he knows it, Venti is drowning in the beautiful, intricate jacket. It settles on his shoulders and he merely sits there – not sure if he ... was suppose to slip the sleeves on or...

Alas, all he does is let it hang over him like a second cape, his free hand clutching across his chest to keep it in place. ]

To not ruining things.

[ Simple, tasteful – cheeky, most of all. Venti raises his glass to Zhongli. ]

[geophysics]

( it’s a bittersweet toast, really, as he clinks glasses.

because aren’t the feelings he’s been having all day risking things? that if he acts too blatantly, he’s at risk of ruining things between them.

zhongli tries not to dwell on it. instead, he sips the wine and sighs out. )

I’ll order us some bamboo shoot soup and a few other appetizers. ( focusing on the menu and not how beautiful venti looks with his coat on painted against the horizon. )

[windblume]

[ There were hundreds of years where Zhongli had to deal with loss. To understand his new purpose in life. The difficult part was that Venti didn't know just how much it split his heart in two.

Everyone would have loss in their life.

Archons were not immune to it.

The bittersweetness was simply sweet to him, leaning further back into the chair to let the jacket just... rest into him. Heavy, sure, made of good quality materials but – he can smell the musk of geo lingering on him. The red of his cheeks returns – but he looks out into the sea. ]

Whichever you prefer. I trust you. Your judgment thus far is nothing short of a gracious host. I'm grateful to trust someone who only wants to show Liyue's best.

[ Because he certainly is Liyue's best... ]

[geophysics]

( zhongli knows he should be mindful of how much he drinks around venti. he doesn’t usually have more than a glass, so his tolerance is likely low for that of a once god.

still… he takes a substantial sip of his wine as he nods and breezes through the menu he already knows so well.

when the waiter comes back, zhongli puts in an assortment of things for them. )

Considering we have checked off treasure-hunting… is there anything else that piques your interest in Liyue you’d like to do tomorrow?

[windblume]

[ Venti's already ... ah, done with his glass. Sorry. It's water to him. He truthfully wouldn't be concerned about what's placed in front of him. He's starved for the companionship as much as the food and wine. He's already reaching over to refill his glass... ]

Hmmm. There's a lot of boats leading out to that bay... Do they do tours?

[ The thought is simple, somewhere secluded while looking into Harbor sounds nice? ...Is it childish to think of bartering with the dock workers for some fruit platter to the mountain overlooking the plaza...? It sounds ... simple.. ]

There seems to be an endless assortment of options. What have you always wanted to show me?

[geophysics]

( a boat ride. he hasn’t been on any that haven’t been the art gallery and museum in ages. it would be nice to just drift along the sea with an old friend. surely he wouldn’t fall victim to this old longing?

the question is a good one. he’s managed to show venti many of the wonders of liyue over the centuries. )

We could take a boat to the Stone Forest. The flora there is particularly unique and breathtaking.

( a gay place for a date. deserted islands made of stone. )

[windblume]

[ The thought does sound pleasant. It fills his heart with a warmth to explore another part of Liyue. To hear stories passed past those kissable lips of Zhongli – when he isn't ensuring a certain... ahem, wrath, is ensued... Venti likes seeing this tour guide version of his old friend. ]

Yes! I'll prepare an agenda of songs. Perhaps you'll have a performance that will bring the isles to tremble in awe. Barbatos' song hasn't reached Liyue in quite some time...

[ Just bring the lube, tho. ]

[geophysics]

( he hasn’t fucked in 500 years the lube is bad!!!

zhongli smiles at venti’s reaction. )

All right. It’s a da— deal.

( a certain nod as he finishes his first glass of wine and hurriedly pours himself another. ah. )

I will eventually need to spend a few hours a day working, but for now, I have the week off. ( vacay hours. stay-cation with the old bestie. )

[windblume]

... Is this our first contract?

[ Light and teasing, he's downing a second. He takes a small break. Briefly. Chilled by the wind, he just tugs Zhongli's jacket tighter onto his form. ]

Right, I'll find a way to entertain myself. Slide some pamphlets around to promote Barbatos. Steal a few of your loyal citizens. [ But, at the mention of work: ] I can sleep in, right? You won't be annoyed if I'm still conked out if you come home from work expecting me at my best?

[geophysics]

( coming home to barbatos?

oh. zhongli inexplicably blushes at something so simple as finding venti still napping in the sheets, hair undone—- the boner threat is back in full force.

more wine it is. )

That’s fine. I don’t expect you to play maid while you’re here. ( unless???? boners are definitely happening. crap.

how fast can he drink this wine? )

[windblume]

[ Maybe he'll be in Zhongli's bed one of these days. There's the real boner material. Venti looks to him with amusement, a hand papping his own feature. ]

Huh? You don't think I can pull it off?

[ But, no time to let it linger – that's for Zhongli to jerk off to tonight. The food was prepared and another bottle of wine offered, Venti approves of it – taking the older bottle and filling his glass off. ]

You've picked the best Mondstadt selections, I know this to be true. The crispiness is just... ah, perfect.

[geophysics]

Yes. It’s one of your favorites, isn’t it?

( he ordered it specifically for venti. he doesn’t realize catering to venti’s tastes and whims this much is an old friend being a good host but also borderline courtship. maybe a lot courtship.

even so, he licks the drop of wine still clinging on his lips and hums in satisfaction. )

Drink your fill. ( THATS UNFAIR TO SAY AFTER THE TONGUE THING. ) It’s on me, tonight. Just this once.

[windblume]

It is. The apples have been in Mondstadt as long as the people have been free. It was my promise to them.

[ He says with a fair smile, knowing how many apples were used to brew a single bottle? Two. And it's said legend destines a bottle to be shared with someone special.

He watches Zhongli lick his lips and his foot anxiously moves, papping against Zhongli's before retreating with a sheepish, awkward laugh. ]

Awwww. Just for tonight? [ He pouts, pouring another glass. Three? Four? When will those turn to double digits? ] Zhongli, you'll have to let me return the hospitality... somehow. If I drink my fill here, I'll be eager to ensure each day of me remaining here is just was fulfilling for you. It's my promise to you.

[geophysics]

I see. I’ll keep that in mind.

( he has a few ideas on that.

two glasses in and zhongli feels a bit tipsy. steamed dumplings arrive and he’s glad for the distraction before he says something dumb.

that doesn’t stop him from moving his foot back closer to venti’s. resting beside his. literally 9/10 of the way to footsies. duh. )

[windblume]

[ Don't mind if Venti gets one immediately and begins munching. A satisfying 'hmmmm' past his lips as he samples the delicious serving. A nice starter. ]

It's fine, though. I'm here for quite some time and I'll do my best to ensure you don't throw me out or throw a meteor. A lot has changed since we practically played tag with our affinity, ahaha.

[ A METEOR ISN'T TAG?

Venti bumps it the extra 1/10th way, just resting it against his foot. Absentmindedly left smiling to his friend. ]

Your guest room is a little dreary, you know. I could go get some things from Mondstadt... let you have a space to rent out once I leave.

[ AIR. BNB?

ANEMO BNB. ]

[geophysics]

( THIS BRAT.

zhongli doesn’t like to think back to the reality of how temporary this visit is. venti will eventually return to mondstadt. let’s not dwell on that right now. )

I’m sorry it’s not up to your flamboyant tastes, Bar— Venti. Some of us have learned to live a more conventional lifestyle.

( sass. but he does kind of? lean his foot to the side more against venti’s. is that how one does this this? he’s so fucking out of touch and practice. )

[windblume]

It's not flamboyant! It's styled nicely. Don't even act like it isn't. Mondstadt is homey.

[ Smiling a bit, he can't help but think so fondly of Mondstadt. To think he could have part of that here... maybe he's a little selfish. Wanting the best of both worlds. ]

Conventional, not lonely. Have you laid in the bed? The sheets are so-so and the wall color... where is the fun?!

[ He impatiently taps his foot, right against Zhongli. Hastily, he'll finish his bun and go into the next one. And, uh, another glass of wine. ]

I'm an expert in fun.

[geophysics]

( why would the guest room be fun? zhongli truly doesn’t get this logic.

he wrinkles his nose, pensively stares, then scoffs. just slightly. )

I haven’t, no. Should I? ( lay in,,, the bed. it’s occupied this month but. but???

he lifts a brow as he finishes another glass of wine. grandpa gets vaguely bold. vaguely. )

[windblume]

For someone who is so keen on making a good impression... my dear friend, you are dense. [ Pretty and stupid, he wanted to say. He'll settle on something less sharp. ] You really haven't even sampled the bed you've expected your guests to enjoy?

[ Furrowing his brow, he tilts his glass with his own dramatics – the wine sloshes out onto the side of the table.... oops. He winces and instead finishes his glass. ANOTHER ONE. ]

When we get back, you'll see what you subject me to.

[ Teasing, he makes it sound like torture. ]

[geophysics]

( is that… is that an offer?

of course it isn’t. venti just wants him to lay down on it. that’s logically all. even so, won’t it faintly smell of venti? … grandpa has it bad. )

If it’s so inhospitably uncomfortable, you are always welcome to mine.

( let that one sink in like zhongli’s near empty third glass of wine. )

[windblume]

[ It will. And if Venti laid upon the soft silken sheets of Zhongli's lonely bed, he'd stuff his face against the earthy musk he's smelling right now. ]

Maybe I will. [ A challenge? Sounds easy enough. ] You'll be begging for your bed back.