of earth & stars

[solidifier]

( from here )

Speculate or find oneself reaching for something always out of grasp? The notions are distinctly different, but so easily confused.

[ He could comment on it – on how the last time their paths cross so, wine was dumped against him or the music Venti provided calmed a rage worthy of a dragon. Zhongli is almost nervous to see if his words were truthful, for history does have a habit of repeating itself unless someone intervenes.

The fact cannot be denied: Venti is still on his way, whether his state is favorable or not. Bickering like children would do no good, so Zhongli simply takes his jabs. Gently, with a spear sharp, apparently! Venti deserved some ribbing. ]

That isn't the word I'd use to describe your presence, but that is good to know. The world would miss your songs and the wind's blow.

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[solidifier]

You're viewing it from one side of the story. I'm assuming you think more of someone being worthy enough for a pursuit and the romanticisms that surround that. However, do you not hold pity for the one endlessly trying? Falling behind, missing their moment?

[ He sees where Venti is coming from. Where the chase was worthy of the result – the journey worthy of the destination. However, Zhongli sees part of himself that he hates to admit: that many part of his life had been pursuits that lead to nothing. Not simply in a romantic sense with a partner (although... ), but in life's weird weaving.

Zhongli may grow annoyed and disapproving of Venti's drunken antics, where Barbatos had sowed the seeds for this kind of behavior... but he listens to every word. ]

Perhaps I enjoy poems and stories of a different measure.

[gusting]

of course! do you think me some heartless, unfeeling being? i feel pity for the tragic hero whose fate is already written, admiration for their fierce determination, awe for their steeled resolve, and jealously for their touch of greatness that will see their story carried by the wind and into the hearts of countless others inspiring them to chase their dreams... or the object of their affection! 😉

[ it could be argued that he has been granted more than his share of greatness (... and that he has always shed said greatness like an ill-fitting cape, never entirely grateful for what should be a blessing ) but it has never felt entirely earned. more that it had fallen upon him due to a series of events that had culminated in his ascension. ]

tell me your poetic preferences then, so i might accommodate them as a proper bard should!

[solidifier]

So why do you call the misfortune of always lagging behind an untamable or out-of-reach prospect romantic?

[ Is he speaking from experience? Wind and lagging stone, which only had begun to move... an interesting duo, they make. Zhongli has to ask himself if he was being too strict on someone so... whimsical. The thought of wanting, of always being behind – it was an uncomfortable feeling. ]

Ones that have more life to them and less want. Folklore is always a safe assumption. Do you not miss tales of kitsunes and wisps?