No Time Left | Childe x Zhongli

Where He Granted Her Desire

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Ancient Liyue

He sat there, deep in thoughts within the golden trees that surrounded the plain in Liyue. An aureate hue was emitted as the sun shone between the leaves. It was until a sweet melodic feminine voice called out for him, interrupting his train of thoughts.

"Morax!" The fair lady dressed in a flowing hanfu slowly walked towards the man. "Marchosius here has brought you a gift!" She backed away and a tiny bear holding a pot wrapped in a cloth emerged from behind.

The little bear approached Morax, holding out the pot, saying, "It's bamboo shoot soup, same as last time."

Morax took the pot, and said, "Thank you," face expressionlessly solid.

The tiny bear waved goodbye to Morax and the fair lady before waddling away cUtELy.

Morax unwrapped the cloth around the pot, took a seat beneath the old Liyue tree, and began to eat. He thought it tasted delicious, yet no sign of enjoyment was showing upon Morax's face.

The fair lady who escorted the tiny bear noticed that; she took a seat next to Morax while he ate continuously, and said, "Morax, you know, it wouldn't hurt to be a bit more expressive."

Morax turned to her, face full of confusion, "For what purpose?"

"We would too want to understand your feelings. You know, it wouldn't hurt to express them once in a while," The fair lady with glaze lilies in her hair chuckled.

Morax sat there silently, comprehending what she had said.

"I understand deeply that you are the Lord of Geo, but that does not mean you must act as if you are a rock. Remember the last time Marchosius gave you a serving of bamboo shoot soup? I had to tell him whether you liked it or not. Hence the reason why he brought more for you today."

Morax sat there in silence, comprehending what she had said. He did not understand the purpose of being expressive. Nor did he understand the purpose of emotions. Morax knew very well that they were useless and only caused nothing but mischief.

"Morax," the fair lady continued, "I think, your friends would be happy to understand how you feel ..."

Feelings?

What is that?

⌛

"You know, Morax, this is the most expressive I have seen you be..." The pale glaze lilies around her were dyed red from blood spurting out of her abdomen, as she laid still on the flower bed, gazing up at the horned teenage boy supporting her.

"Although, I do wish ..." she said softly, reaching up to cradle Zhongli's cheek gently in her frail hand, "it wasn't such a sad expression."

Then there was complete silence. Silence, filled with nothing but the noises of Zhongli's faint weeping, and the gentle rustling of the blood-stained glaze lilies under the wind. Zhongli heaved a sob and brought his hand up to hold hers, feeling the faint scars that marred her skin.

"Stay with me," he whispered, unable to conceal the emotion in his voice this time. Although there was only sadness. Sadness, pain, and nothing more.

But it was no use. Her eyes were already sliding shut, her hand on Zhongli's cheek becoming strengthless. And then it began to fall from his face. Desperate, Zhongli followed her hand, leaning down to see her better.

"No," he whimpered. "No ..."

Her name was Guizhong. Morax thought she would reincarnate and come back to him, except she never did...