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a familiar click – clack of heels echo across the courtyard of yuehai pavilion as ganyu hurries over the stone – laden foundations, passing through the shadow cast by the jade chamber up above. deep amber and cor – lapis hues of the foliage growing along the sunlit cliffside of mount tianheng color the afternoon light a soft, warm shade as the elevator ascends, and the familiar chill of sea – breeze mingling with the brisk mountain air tingles against her skin. the tianquan must be pleased, ganyu reflects idly as the people passing by below slowly shrink from view. that she herself hasn't had cause to return to lady ningguang's chambers until now feels somewhat bittersweet, but now is not the time to lament the lack of a formal invitation.

she lingers around the entrance for just a moment, taking in the sensory marvel of it all – air thick with the scent of water lilies, roof shingles coated with tiny droplets of water from the billow of clouds encircling the perimeter. peace from up here. the ambience alone instills a sense of serenity within her, apparent in the way she tells the guards i'm here to see lady ningguang with such an easy smile, and greets the other secretaries with relaxed familiarity on her way down the spiral staircase. it's really back, just as it were.

" lady ningguang. " ganyu enters the unenclosed office space with scrolls of paper stacked underneath her arm and a slight flush to her cheeks from the cool air outdoors – the very image of an intrepid young secretary, even after all this time. " i have all the documents you requested from yuehai pavillion. " it's not technically an excuse, though she scarcely has time to play errand girl these days. " ... would you mind if i stayed while you go over them? some of these need to be returned, and i – um .. i'm not particularly busy. i can wait. " not quite as refined as she'd have liked, but oh well.

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@theoneandonii said ... i can stay awake all night,  if need be. / open.

the streets of tenryou are teeming with life and enterprising business – the land of eternity is rushing towards the future at breakneck speed, foreign dignitaries and merchants alike flocking to its street to make their presence known to the shogunate and re – establish ties with the tri – commission. ganyu counts herself lucky to be among those chosen to accompany two of the seven representing the qixing, although being so far from home is ... unnerving. the way back to their lodgings from tenshukaku is more arduous than anticipated on account of the bustling crowd – myriad strangers vying for the attention of passersby, vendors and locals advertising their services. most of the impressions blur together under the bright lights and booming sound of a moving crowd, but some faces are definitely more ... memorable than others.

they lock eyes because she catches sight of those unseemly horns, sharp as fangs and proudly on display for the world to see, and she halts for just half a second too long – the crowd shifts and brings her along with it. though at a mere arms – length from her subordinates, even a short distance can become insurmountable under unfortunate circumstances. nothing to be done but concede against the wall of bodies and wait for the offending line to the food stall to move and un – block her path. normally, she might not have minded waiting alone – and normally she wouldn't have cared for company to present itself with a cursory sure is crowded here, leading into you're quite right and so on, but it's .. strangely fine. mindless small – talk drowned out by hours of over – time catching up to her until her attention is pulled so taut away from him that it snaps back all at once.

" hm? " something about street – names and a group of people in .. hanamizaka, was it? tired though she may be from a long day of meetings and scanning through the crowd for the millileth, it's still unbecoming of the general secretary to be so careless in more – or – less polite conversation. " ah, i'm sorry, we're retiring for the evening so we've no more need for a guide ... or any more guards to be posted at the doors for the night. " at least that sounds .. something like what she might have been inadvertently nodding along to for the past couple of minutes. " but thank you, on behalf of the liyue qixing, for your concern and most kind offer. "

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@maquiscursed said ... if i didn’t trust you at this, i wouldn’t trust myself. / open.

trust is a heavy burden. in the heat of battle or in the silent inferences of ones close to the heart. shenhe is someone ganyu respects deeply, but she has never considered the two of them close. they've passed each other by, been as distant landmarks in each other's peripheries for a handful of years, which is no insignificant amount of time for one so young. to initiate friendship with a human is to place an unfair wager against her own, similarly human, heart, and be torn between the relative comfort of mutual anonymity and the undeniable draw of companionship. it would be easier to not engage at all, as they have for as long as they've known of one another, and yet ... when ganyu asks shenhe for her trust and she obliges without question, it feels like all those years may have been a waste.

it's only a trifling matter, disposing of some beasts and to shoo away unwelcome guests from the foothills of mount aozang. ' i can handle this, ' ganyu says, drawing her bow with the uncharacteristic enthusiasm of a supposed pacifist, ' trust me. ' – and that was that. that was all it took to bridge years of mutual timidness. for her part, a mere warning shot, refined and careful, proves accurate enough to scare off and scatter the encroaching creatures. though it brings her no joy to instil fear in another living being, no matter how primal its nature, it still beats potential bloodshed at the hands of a recent reacquaintance.

" they won't return for a while. " ganyu observes, idly lowering her bow and thanking rex lapis that she had the thought to bring it with her to juyeun karst in the first place. when she turns around to face shenhe again, both her expression and tone are startlingly sincere : " thank you for letting me handle it, even if i'm a little out of practice. as for the people ... " brazen treasure – seekers or deeply troubled souls come to seek the aid of the adepti, most likely. she sighs then, offering an almost apologetic smile. " i could go and talk to them, and save you the trouble. " ... and potentially save them from a particularly unsettling interaction, she thinks to herself.

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@yanwangye said ... if the moon smiled,  she would resemble you. / open.

his gaze is gentle but distant as he speaks, looking to the moon as it peeks through the black dust – cover over qiongji. her gaze remains on him, half – startled at the sound of his voice after so long sitting in mutual silence. the moon shines down on the low, muddy waters where the jagged rocks of the formerly paved streets of the guili assembly poke through to pierce the surface, little mountains rising out of the knee – high depths. the lord of rock cuts a figure worthy of godhood even when brow – beaten, sitting next to her on one of the last formations of architecture still standing, but there seems to be less of him now, like if he raised his hand to point at the moon, she might be able to see through it. cold, clear light bleeding through the outlines of his person.

ganyu supposes some part of him went away with guizhong. scattered to the wind, the fine dust of their beings intermingled, or washed out by the unnatural tidal wave that carried most of their hopes for the future with it. so long they've fought this war, only to be left with so little. she knows she mustn't despair while there are still people pledged to live and fight for their archon, but for one night only she permits herself to feel hopeless.

whatever morax is feeling must be far worse. years lived in each other's proximity could not bridge such grief. she reveres him as a god, deeply, and as an equally devoted guardian for as long as memory serves, but she would not claim to understand him as a person. it's not her place to try.

" thank you. " ganyu rubs her eyes, and tries to smile like how she thinks he would want her to, for such a compliment. mostly she feels embarrassed that he still feels like he has to look out for her before himself. it's what guizhong would want him to do, probably, but she's not here, and she won't be here no matter how many times they return to this memory, this conversation. " i – i really ... miss her too ... " the thought alone threatens to split her heart in half, but she won't burden him with that responsibility anymore. if this night marks the end of her seldom carefree, but no less fondly remembered, days of adolescence, then so be it.

" but the moon is smiling at me tonight, like you said. " from behind the clouds or among the stars, day – moon or startlingly bright. it feels meaningful, if only for the fact that it apparently reminded him of her. " i won't keep you – i'll be okay on my own. " more or less. there's almost no one else left here now, save for those haplessly sifting through the rubble of their homes. not so different from the two of them, it occurs to her as she rises up, unsteady on her feet from sitting down too long.

" good night. " a shallow, jagged sigh. and – " i'm sorry. "

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@ruinblade said ... eternity bores me,  i never wanted it. / open.

boredom is the hallmark of abundance – those who find themselves short on time rarely want for entertainment. yet the shoals of ionia have never met her with such idle familiarity ... her heart always turns at the thought of home. one would think these quirks smoothed over with age, but apparently not so. she sees no such semblance of sentimentality within him, as if threatening to upset the fragile harmony of the placidium by this smothering presence alone.

" and this boredom brought you to navori? " the concept of thinking before speaking not withstanding, she halts herself a moment too late to maintain a comfortable appearance of disinterest. " i'm afraid matters of such proportion are beyond a mere servant of the council – " perhaps it's a trick of the light that causes her to linger a moment too long in the study of his features, imagining ... a vague outline of a memory, perhaps. something that slipped her mind long ago – probably not ...

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@maquiscursed said ... we have come so far, it’s over. / open.

if she didn't know any better, ganyu might think to herself, however quietly, that xiao sounds almost sentimental. overlooking liyue harbor from the rooftops, one of his usual haunts – less so for her, the bustle of the city manages to pierce through the stillness of the night. a thousand little lights moving in different directions, representing an equal number of lives, never – ceasing in spite of the apparent death of their archon. he's not wrong though. they have come far.

" it's not over, we still have all of them to watch out for. " innumerable individuals, more or less prone to trouble and desperately seeking their places in the world. ganyu finds herself wishing that xiao might find the same comfort as she does in acknowledging her place in this order – but their charges are opposites in nature. it's only natural that he should feel more .. ambivalent about it. " tomorrow, you choose wether or not to honor your contract .. and then day after that ... " and so on. if there is one thing the two of them have in common, it is time to consider how to balance the scale of their commitments in the absence of rex lapis. tomorrow, she thinks, and sits down on the slippery shingle roof, measured in each movement. she can figure out that part tomorrow, but she can't really leave him until she knows that he's alright as well – or as okay as anyone in his position can be.

" i know that's not really what you meant, but don't think of it as being over while we're still here. " her own sentimentality has been getting the better of her these days, it should come as no surprise to the yaksha that tonight is no different. she imagines their feelings on the future may be more similar than either of them are able to express for the time being. no matter. " they won't need us, but we can still help. "

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since half of the followers on this blog are brand new mutuals, find me on d/scord at asa.mitakas for plotting and memeing while i clear out my inboxes and work on updating ganyu's carrd 😗

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thinking about character design and how ganyu is someone who very clearly cares a lot about her appearance and presentation ( taking two hours to get dressed + weird e/d allusions which are treated as tee hee jokes ) but then she has that fuckass haircut . in my headcanon it's either a wolfcut like like this or a low ponytail with messy bangs because uhhh

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@orchideae  said ... what is a person, if not the marks they leave behind? / open.

short - sightedness thrives in absence of the divine. ganyu sighs, peering at yelan the brim of her cup as she drinks. the two of them rarely get a chance to meet, let alone time to speak casually, and she's beginning to figure out why that may be the case. members of the qixing and servants of liyue are all commendable individuals in their own rights, but some are certainly less amenable to her own principles. perhaps the factor that makes yelan an object of both jealousy and unease in ganyu's eyes is how free she seems, not only in terms of schedules and workload but also in spirit, in her approach to her committments – whatever they may be. very .. human.

" if everyone was so intent on leaving their mark, the world would end up scorched. there is value in treading lightly too, you know ... " mildly put, compared to the way ganyu herself came by this lesson oh so long ago. the adepti can be rather unyielding in terms of their ideals. thankfully, ganyu is not compelled by such zeal, merely an instinctive affinity for the world in its most natural state, unblemished by the clawmarks of human ambition. she sets her tea aside for a moment, crossing her legs and arms alike where she sits – clamming up, in quite a literal sense.

" but if i may give my own thoughts .. liyue harbor was founded by rex lapis to bring both order and prosperity to the people, not to lord the accomplishment over them for his own legacy. the people of liyue are free to endeavour towards greatness because of this selflessness. " no matter how softly spoken she is, this hardly a conversation fit for afternoon tea – but what precious little she knows of yelan suggests she's not one to cower from friendly discourse. " leaving your own mark may imprint suffering on others, if we're not careful. "

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@ningquan said ... i can stay awake all night, if need be. / open.

the tianquan is a wall. losing the jade chamber has forced the qixing into close quarters for the time being, and there is hardly a moment of rest to be had in the process of cleaning up the mess the fatui left behind. ganyu has learned in centuries past not to expect humans to behave rationally following an upheaval of their established routines, but ningguang is steadfast as ever. disturbingly so, almost. all mortals have their limits though, in spite of what they themselves may believe. in ganyu's eyes, the lady formerly of the jade chamber is insurmountable, which is a rare, and potentially self – destructive, quality for humans to possess.

" that would defeat the purpose of my overtime. " ganyu all but groans, the uncharacteristic hoarseness of her voice betraying some degree of exhaustion. her desk is still littered with piles of paperwork, picking up the slack wherever it is needed, while ningguang's office seems remarkably neat and tidy given the circumstances. " it's not necessary for both of us to work overnight, and i believe you have many obligations in the coming days. " words spoken with the quiet confidence of one who is privy to the collective schedules of the office. it's not that ningguang's company is unwelcome ... not by any means.

" but i guess i can't stop you if you have made up your mind to stay .. " it isn't the first concession she's made today, and it surely won't be the last. crises necessitate adaptation, no matter how much ganyu's own nature is aligned with a more rigid approach. " could i persuade you take a break from work, at least? "

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@erabundus said ... eternity bores me, i never wanted it. / open.

no matter how far from home, one can still find themselves treading familiar paths. as far from liyue as she's been in a long time, and in peculiar company, ganyu recalls a similar conversation from when she was a teenager, going through the throes of accepting her own approximation of immortality. some thousands of years ago, come to think of it. ' it will pass ' they used to tell her. she never believed it until she experienced it first – hand : it happens gradually but you don't notice, until one day that weight is no longer bearing down on your chest. time is a tried and true remedy, for those who have enough of it to go around. if only there was a way to impart this reassurance without revealing too much ..

" well ... we don't always get what we want. " rarely, in fact. if ever. intuition tells her the young man in front of her would not count himself among those lucky few. " but there are worse fates to suffer than boredom. i know that might not seem helpful, but – " but there is always a price to be paid for kindness. ganyu has trusted carelessly in the past, and even when his expression softens for a split second at a time, there's something about this one that gives her pause. the world is growing stranger each day, she dares not jump to conclusions that may or may not have already crossed her mind. " if eternity is your concern, you will have plenty of time to figure it out. you're still .. young. " seeming, at least, in both mannerisms and stature. she tries for a smile, amiable as ever.