Yess Osial! AND Zhongli, always a fun time when these two are around. Great concept and fic, my favourite part was when Morax too referred to the priestess as "spoils of war" at the end. *gasp* Et tu, Zhongli? I already sent one ask to you (gushing about bloodlust) so might as well become a named anon, they're all the rage now I hear :)) Looking forward to more of your ideas! - 🌀
I hereby name you Vortex Anon, I vow that you shall always have a place by my blog, and fics and prompts at my table, from this day, until my last day. The wind gathers, and now your watch begins.
... I've been binging on episodes of Game of Thrones again, not that anyone can tell (??????????) Gosh, I am cringing at myself, but we’ll let it slide, amirite?
I am LOVING the dynamic between these two forces of nature. Poor Guizhong is screaming at Zhongli in the afterlife: YOU HAD ONE JOB, YA BASTARD!!!
Osial is amused at how Morax sits on his high horse, pretending to be better than him. It’s fine if he thinks he has priestess darling in his power, it's not like he’s going to do anything anyways. So yeah, go right ahead Morax, keep her clean, pretty, and ready for when The Lord of the Vortex decides to take her.
Osial truly believes he has priestess darling in his pocket, taunting Morax is just the icing on the cake for this bastard, so much fun... until it isn’t.
The sea is no longer taunting the land as it used to, Osial can sense that something is amiss with the Lord of Geo, something has changed.
Wakey wakey Osial, the game is on.
