#goldglorified

[tartabinger]

Here we have the Morax band

@pollaplous nibbling on the play pen @lapisxdei nibbling on a shoe @visicnbcrn nomming on the mask @goldglorified nibbling on the other shoe and @steadfastcommerce goading Childe

None of you will receive gifts for a week in retaliation but let’s watch how long that lasts

[melodicbreeze]

@goldglorified replied to your post:

Amused lil huff. "You know, I am bound by the rules of contracts-- and one major aspect of contracts is something known as equivalent exchange."

Ah, Venti’s sticking his tongue out at that. “I didn’t agree to anything, old man! As the saying goes, it takes two to tango!”

[ofanemo]

There's a man standing her office. How'd he get there? Who knows. But he's there. "We need to talk about your archon." ( @goldglorified​ )

    “My archon? Oh. You’re referring to him.” What in Archons has he done this time? “Please have a seat and explain to me what he’s done.” Motioning towards an empty chair, Jean stood up to pour the gentleman a cup of tea.

[ignitiae]

[ ... ] A THREAD. featuring @goldglorified​ [ ID: ZHONGLI ].

the resonating echo of their laughter paints the tavern with a sense of deliberate intents that sometimes diluc doesn’t know how to perceive. venti is barbatos, sometimes he has to remind himself over and over again, but that doesn’t alter the perspective that he has about the archon. venti is still someone donning a garment of feigned mortality that has yet to synchronise himself with the mundane artifices. mora, so the tab keeps on growing to the point where diluc is certain that venti cannot afford it unless he’s to perform a miracle. meanwhile, his company for the day... well, the night, is a gentleman, or so he seems. zhongli is another stray soul that lately often graces the tavern with his visits, alongside venti even when they cannot feel more contradictory: venti with the medium-sized humane body, and zhongli with the immensely tall build that diluc cannot evade in terms of attraction. not that he’d admit to that, but still.

he sinks into the pit of reverie only to realise that he’s been lost enough to surpass the opening hour. he starts noticing when his staff members begin to bid him goodbye, but yes, diluc has taken it upon himself to close the bar tonight, imposing something unusual upon himself. no, tonight, the darknight hero is going to be another no-show, too. he sighs, eventually done with polishing the glasses. setting them down, he waits until it’s around twenty minutes past the closing hours... the dawn is to come, and he’s to return to the winery soon, but he prolongs the minutes, seconds, pilfering the sight of the god’s company while letting the cogs of his thoughts turning. he’s always wondered if the acquaintance is another archon, and while he has his own guesses, he believes that none is enough as supporting evidence to back off his surmised suspicions. and besides, he needs to really sever the filament of these thoughts, so he does what he must: approaching the last two patrons of the tavern, maintaining his usual gaze at venti as he crosses his arms in front of his chest. “it’s past the closing time already, may i close the tabs for you, kind sirs?” he asks with a hint of sarcasm, but he cannot be as snark when it comes to zhongli. hell, he cannot even spare the man past a glance.

and of course, venti is to spill his inability to pay, so diluc sighs. “alright, as long as you get going now.” that’s when zhongli offers to walk him down to the winery as zhongli is also going to make his way back to liyue. diluc is a tad too flushed to realise what venti’s jest is implying at the moment, but he tries preserving his calm, shrugging as he says, “sure, why not.” so, that’s how he’s ‘stuck’ in this circumstance, after the tavern is closed. the hint of dandelion wine in zhongli’s breath is the common assertive measure that anchors him to reality now that they’re heading out of mondstadt. diluc has to pretend like he hasn’t been stealing glances zhongli’s way throughout the service. now that there are only the two of them, he has more reasons to have his attention fixated on zhongli. “so, you’re a native to liyue,” he says, and was meaning for it to be an inquiry more than a statement, but he doesn’t correct himself, strolling along the pathway towards the winery. it’s going to be a prolonged trip, but diluc has nothing to complain about.

[melodicbreeze]

Catch him sitting in a stream eating the rocks

Catch Venti sneaking up behind him to push him over in the damn stream-

[melodicbreeze]

@goldglorified | (Cont.)

   Really, the bard was content to let the old man prattle on, if just to see where he took the conversation all on his own without any input. But it seems an old dog can be taught new tricks as the oldest archon catches himself before getting too far off topic. 

    “Aw, don’t tell me Liyue’s added a drinking age too?” Drats. How boring. But, well, if Morax was willing to purchase, that was fine by him!

He hadn’t quite yet learned about his now perpetually empty wallet yet, after all.

   “Oh? Not going to try to scold me for bad habits?” Venti teased, poking him squarely in the chest. “I had heard you were retiring but I didn’t think you might actually loosen up a bit!”

[melodicbreeze]

Little dragon is here to smoosh his two front paws into Venti's face. Smoosh smoosh. "Scratch me behind the ear, Barbatos," baps at Venti's nose, "Do it."

   Venti has to snicker, even as he picks the small dragon up. “You’ve forgotten the magic word, tiny Morax!” Is it dignified to boop his friend’s nose? No. Is he going to do it anyway? Yes.

“It is fortunate you have such a nice friend anyway.” Venti relents, scratching behind those tiny ears. “What would you do without me hm? There’d be no ear scritches!”

[melodicbreeze]

Open the cooking pot and inside you will find a tiny dragon, who is really rather calm about sitting in a pot of near boiling water. "I believe that the hilichurls thought I was some sort of an eel. I didn't have the heart to ruin that for them."

   That was.... certainly not what Venti had expected to see inside the cooking pot. At all.

He’s... going to close the pot lid and walk away. If Zhongli wanted to get out, he could do it himself.