#zhongshen

[straywyvern]

I forgot to post this when I first made it so um. Have it now

[zorkaya-moved]

🎨zhongli but sexcey

@zhongshen

come back of zarina's atrocious drawing skills 2k23. ( 3/7 )

"Mr. Zhongli is always sexy, what do you mean? He oozes that sex appeal. Just ask people around~"

[lupicalled]

he doesn't like the tavern, it's full of silly people who drink fermented juice that smells funny, and they do very silly things when they drink too much. but he's waiting for diluc to arrive so they can train - he promised wolfkin they would. but perhaps he's a bit eager, for he arrived too early. expecting to see the disguised bard at one of the tables, his nose is surprised to find someone different, and yet similar somehow...this man is taller. he smells different from humans, his nose knows that much. but there is more...soil, to him. earth. granite and stone, rather than wind and storm.

razor, who knows very little of human manners, decides to seat himself across from the stranger, and watch him with interest, "...you smell like bard. but not," he blinks up at the man, "clothes strange. smell, strange. do you know barbatos?" // @zhongshen

[fatuispolaris]

L + ratio + you hold chopsticks like this

o yea? well L + ratio + ur ass is flat AND you can't get it up bc u were alive when dinosaurs still roamed the earth

[kikun]

knock knock its me the wanderer may i join this prestigious wandering club

[erabundus]

drinks him like ona dese

do you poke a STRAW in your old batteries to get in one last sip? do you garnish your fancy cocktails with an asbestos rim? do you lick brightly colored frogs just to feel something?

[vishapsking]

@zhongshen

i want you so bad

you can have them in all their rocky glory

[suiyuun]

@zhongshen: the consultant had spared no expense in his gift for the commissioner , funneling spare wages into his earnest delivery . a team of inazuman sailors hauls his gift toward the high residence , a plethora of liyuen delights : spices , teas , dried fruits , incense , silks , & more . at the head of them , one translator , delivering his message to the head of the family . thanking him for attending this year's lantern rite , & asking him to accept these tokens of liyue to recall the nation by . though , she does not read aloud the missive tucked within reams of silk , addressed to the commissioner , which contacts red - letter secrets of their more private matters . he had the sense to keep such things between them alone .

he   is   a   man   used   to   being   showered   in   splendor   -   used   to   the   finest   gifts   from   callers   and   suitors   and   political   rivals/allies   all   at   once.   ayato   is   no   stranger   to   niceties   from   foreign   lands   -   but   he   is   certainly   not   quite   prepared   for   the   near   ships   hauls   worth   of   goods   bestowed   upon   him   by   liyue's   enigmatic   funeral   parlor   consultant.   even   he   must   confess   that   the   sheer   volume   and   thoughtfulness   in   each   selection   is   enough   to   warm   the   genuinely   guarded   vestiges   of   his   heart.   it's   hard,   terribly   hard,   to   not   let   the   warmth   write   it's   way   across   handsome   features   -   not   as   digits   dip   along   bolts   of   flawless   blue   silks.   he   preferred   the   liyuen   makes   of   the   fabric   to   inazuma's   own   (the   fibers   were   stronger,   less   likely   to   tear   with   his   movements),   which   was   something   he'd   mentioned   to   zhongli   in   passing   one   night   -   nestled   warm   upon   his   chest   and   playing   with   the   fabric   of   gilded   sheets...

had   he   remembered   such   a   little   thing?

"   thank   you.   "   polite   decorum   to   the   translator,   a   smile   on   his   features,   and   ayato   sends   her   away   with   a   bit   of   food   for   the   road   before   retreating   to   his   own   quarters.   servants   bring   in   a   few   of   the   selected   goods   (he'd   look   through   the   rest   tomorrow),   and   he's   quick   to   snatch   up   the   additional   missive   before   another   could   grab   it   -   only   offering   his   employees   the   vaguest   of   smiles   before   banishing   them   away   for   the   night.   

later,   when   the   lanterns   burn   low   and   he's   retired   to   the   warm   comfort   of   his   futon,   ayato   cracks   open   the   private   letter.   he   reads   it   with   baited   breath,   drinking   in   each   word   of   zhongli's   carefully   penned   memories   of   their   encounters   as   if   he   hadn't   lived   them,   and   allowing   each   thought   to   rewrite   itself   fresh   in   his   mind.   by   the   time   he's   made   it   through   the   page   -   ayato   is   left   breathless   and   wanting,   visions   of   amber   hues   and   mountain   hewn   flesh   beneath   his   touch   dancing   upon   his   memories.   a   hand   slides   south   then,   one   he   pictures   to   be   laced   with   gold   and   the   power   of   geo   as   opposed   to   his   own,   and   when   ayato   parts   his   robe   to   feast   upon   his   memories   of   their   trysts   he   thinks   that   yes   -   the   first   thing   he'll   do   in   the   morning   is   invite   zhongli   to   inazuma   posthaste.   an   extended   stay   was   in   order.