[ well if it's not obvious already that childe may be upset at him, it is now. ]
That name, rather than Rex Lapis? [ he observes, over the rim of his cup, childe strolling in through the door casually as ever but maybe with a barely-noticeable edge to his stride or the line of his shoulders. 'morax' coming from childe's mouth in such a controlled tone, rather than the lighthearted 'zhongli!' and 'xiansheng~' and the like. what an interesting new flavor of childe he's seeing now. ] Neither of those gods' names necessarily applies to me now.
[ his own words are mild as always, the way he always is when, say, admiring nice weather or pointing out talented artisanry while shopping at a market or elaborating on the history of this or that ritual or tradition. actually, that might be wrong. there's always a quiet warmth to his voice whenever he talks about any aspect of his country, the country he had nurtured and protected for six thousand years, the wealth and culture of his country he'd wax poetic about even to foreign agents he's certain were working to conspire against him and the nation. like childe.
the mild look he levels at childe is somewhat measured, calculative. the small quirk to his smile betrays little as he nods to the seat opposite him at the low table. childe's cup of loose leaf white tea is cooling. ]
You've always known me as Zhongli, does that have to change? [ does anything have to change now, after both of their deceptions are revealed? after zhongli playing childe as a fool, after childe attempting to drown his capital city. what has to change, really? maybe putting some fear of god in childe. ]
[ It's perhaps a mark of his maturity - or perhaps how easily his anger could be sated with destroying furniture - that he's able to rein himself in enough not to immediately respond to Zhongli's comment with physical violence.
But it's telling, the way his fingers curl into a fist over the table and the way he sits - because he does, inevitably, sit, all but throwing himself into the chair opposite Zhongli like he wants to break that, too - with an undercurrent of violence hidden beneath his actions.
To someone as old as Zhongli, perhaps he appears more like a child on the verge of throwing a tantrum. ]
Is it not your name? Rex Lapis is what your people call you. I'm sure you're well aware, I am not one of your people. So you are Morax to me.
[ There's meaning behind his sharper smile, the way his eyes harden and chill like the everlasting storms surrounding Snezhnaya. He's emphasizing the divide between them, burning the olive branch and stamping it to embers without a second thought. He's still a diplomat here, and a heavily disliked one, at that, so his options for retribution are fairly limited until he gets transferred out of the city.
It's unsurprising that his tea remains untouched. ]
You've played me for a fool and yet you still want to play at being my friend. I nearly drowned your precious harbor, and you invite me out for tea. I'm tired of your games, Morax; if there's something you want, just say it. It's the least you could do, after all your schemes.
[ 'your people' thrown out so sharply almost makes him bristle. could there be a limit to impudence, and could childe reach it? 'his people'--regardless of the treaties and contracts and agreements between gods, he knew almost the very moment childe had touched down in liyue that the man was here to undermine, to contrive. liyue is his land, almost as much a part of him as this creation of a body. he as the native god incognito had attempted to receive childe kindly and with grace.
the people of liyue now might shun and suspect childe now, but are they necessarily wrong to? zhongli lets out a long breath, warms his gloved hands around his own cup. of which that too is going cold, like the warmth of his good will. ]
You can call me what you want. It doesn't terribly matter to me. The fact of the matter is Morax is dead, Rex Lapis is gone. I've intended to bury those names and those identities with the rite of parting. [ to close one chapter of his long 6000 years of life and... 'open' another isn't exactly right, when he plans on this being his last identity. still, ] I see the time for light conversation and tea has passed for the two of us, has it? Should I have invited you out for dinner like we had, so many times before? Or would you be in danger of overthrowing a table and causing a scene?
[ niceties, decorum, serenity define and adorn him like the dragons on his greatcoat. it takes a special person to begin to strip those away from him, but then again childe is the man who had attempted to drown his city. even a millennia-year-old deity could start to lose a bit of patience, just a fraction. he had never tolerated such threats to his country in the past. could he have mellowed out enough to change now?
... ] If you're so impatient to get to the point of our talk, then I'll oblige you. We know each other decently well enough now, I know you're a man of action rather than words. [ whereas zhongli might be a bit long-spoken, but his actions, or rex lapis', speak for themselves in history books and ancient tales of war and prophecy. ] You're right, of course. There's something I want from you.
I want you to repent.
[ a phenomenon for western gods rather than himself, but he finds the desire and concept of it now appealing.
childe had attempted to take his godhood and to destroy his country. maybe a prayer of remorse could sate a god's wrath for such arrogance. ]
[ Surely it isn't fair of Zhongli to assume that Childe would overthrow a table when all he's done is spit out venom in response to the (former) Archon's good will. Are not friends allowed to fight? Are they not permitted to strike at each other with blows and barbs over some perceived slight, even if Childe's own fault lay in his attempt to drown the harbor? If Zhongli were to concede anything to him, surely it would be the notion that their relationship went far beyond simple acquaintances. The fact that Childe was this angry says as much.
It's nothing like the hurt and betrayal popularized in so many of those tragic love stories between two characters on opposite sides. He's not nearly as soft hearted as to let those kinds of emotions get the best of him even on his worst day. Rather - it was, on the one hand, a matter of trust. Despite what little he'd initially placed in Zhongli, he'd trusted the man not to one-up him like this, not to make him a laughingstock without expressly warning him first.
Truth be told, he hadn't thought Zhongli capable of such deceit. And that was where a bulk of his anger lay. Not that the man had stomped all over his pretty feelings, but more for the simple fact that Childe had lost, without the man even really trying. Sure, he'd made sure to keep Childe in the dark for as much as possible - but in the end Zhongli had always had a plan laid out. He'd been one step ahead of him the entire way, and that - perhaps that was what was so frustrating. That Childe had been so blind, so novice to not recognize the signs when he saw them.
It makes him drown Zhongli with the tea. There's ways to do it, he knows. But he also knows it probably wouldn't affect an Archon much, if at all. ]
No. [ The word makes his lip curl. ] I'm sure we're long past all that, Morax.
[ Even now Zhongli looks at him, he thinks, like Childe is beneath him. Like the battle has already been decided without them even coming to blows.
He's not sure if it's that that makes him angrier, or the words that he says next. Probably a mixture of both.
He wants me to what? ]
Repent. [ Childe repeats the word, incredulous. ] Repent for what? Wasn't it your plan to put Liyue in some form of mortal peril, all for the sake of testing your precious harbor? You cannot put the blame solely on me, Morax. Don't claim to be fully innocent of what you've sowed.
You conspired with Her Majesty the Tsaritsa for your little test. I was enlisted to play the fool, and nothing more. If you didn't like my methods, in all your infinite wisdom, maybe next time it should be your hand that pulls the trigger instead of getting someone else to do your dirty work for you.
I will not repent. Not when I've done nothing wrong. [ He doesn't bother to stand, but the challenge is there, a fire in his eyes, the muscle jumping in his jaw. ] You'll have to wring it from my body with your own two hands.
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That name, rather than Rex Lapis? [ he observes, over the rim of his cup, childe strolling in through the door casually as ever but maybe with a barely-noticeable edge to his stride or the line of his shoulders. 'morax' coming from childe's mouth in such a controlled tone, rather than the lighthearted 'zhongli!' and 'xiansheng~' and the like. what an interesting new flavor of childe he's seeing now. ] Neither of those gods' names necessarily applies to me now.
[ his own words are mild as always, the way he always is when, say, admiring nice weather or pointing out talented artisanry while shopping at a market or elaborating on the history of this or that ritual or tradition. actually, that might be wrong. there's always a quiet warmth to his voice whenever he talks about any aspect of his country, the country he had nurtured and protected for six thousand years, the wealth and culture of his country he'd wax poetic about even to foreign agents he's certain were working to conspire against him and the nation. like childe.
the mild look he levels at childe is somewhat measured, calculative. the small quirk to his smile betrays little as he nods to the seat opposite him at the low table. childe's cup of loose leaf white tea is cooling. ]
You've always known me as Zhongli, does that have to change? [ does anything have to change now, after both of their deceptions are revealed? after zhongli playing childe as a fool, after childe attempting to drown his capital city. what has to change, really? maybe putting some fear of god in childe. ]
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But it's telling, the way his fingers curl into a fist over the table and the way he sits - because he does, inevitably, sit, all but throwing himself into the chair opposite Zhongli like he wants to break that, too - with an undercurrent of violence hidden beneath his actions.
To someone as old as Zhongli, perhaps he appears more like a child on the verge of throwing a tantrum. ]
Is it not your name? Rex Lapis is what your people call you. I'm sure you're well aware, I am not one of your people. So you are Morax to me.
[ There's meaning behind his sharper smile, the way his eyes harden and chill like the everlasting storms surrounding Snezhnaya. He's emphasizing the divide between them, burning the olive branch and stamping it to embers without a second thought. He's still a diplomat here, and a heavily disliked one, at that, so his options for retribution are fairly limited until he gets transferred out of the city.
It's unsurprising that his tea remains untouched. ]
You've played me for a fool and yet you still want to play at being my friend. I nearly drowned your precious harbor, and you invite me out for tea. I'm tired of your games, Morax; if there's something you want, just say it. It's the least you could do, after all your schemes.
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the people of liyue now might shun and suspect childe now, but are they necessarily wrong to? zhongli lets out a long breath, warms his gloved hands around his own cup. of which that too is going cold, like the warmth of his good will. ]
You can call me what you want. It doesn't terribly matter to me. The fact of the matter is Morax is dead, Rex Lapis is gone. I've intended to bury those names and those identities with the rite of parting. [ to close one chapter of his long 6000 years of life and... 'open' another isn't exactly right, when he plans on this being his last identity. still, ] I see the time for light conversation and tea has passed for the two of us, has it? Should I have invited you out for dinner like we had, so many times before? Or would you be in danger of overthrowing a table and causing a scene?
[ niceties, decorum, serenity define and adorn him like the dragons on his greatcoat. it takes a special person to begin to strip those away from him, but then again childe is the man who had attempted to drown his city. even a millennia-year-old deity could start to lose a bit of patience, just a fraction. he had never tolerated such threats to his country in the past. could he have mellowed out enough to change now?
... ] If you're so impatient to get to the point of our talk, then I'll oblige you. We know each other decently well enough now, I know you're a man of action rather than words. [ whereas zhongli might be a bit long-spoken, but his actions, or rex lapis', speak for themselves in history books and ancient tales of war and prophecy. ] You're right, of course. There's something I want from you.
I want you to repent.
[ a phenomenon for western gods rather than himself, but he finds the desire and concept of it now appealing.
childe had attempted to take his godhood and to destroy his country. maybe a prayer of remorse could sate a god's wrath for such arrogance. ]
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It's nothing like the hurt and betrayal popularized in so many of those tragic love stories between two characters on opposite sides. He's not nearly as soft hearted as to let those kinds of emotions get the best of him even on his worst day. Rather - it was, on the one hand, a matter of trust. Despite what little he'd initially placed in Zhongli, he'd trusted the man not to one-up him like this, not to make him a laughingstock without expressly warning him first.
Truth be told, he hadn't thought Zhongli capable of such deceit. And that was where a bulk of his anger lay. Not that the man had stomped all over his pretty feelings, but more for the simple fact that Childe had lost, without the man even really trying. Sure, he'd made sure to keep Childe in the dark for as much as possible - but in the end Zhongli had always had a plan laid out. He'd been one step ahead of him the entire way, and that - perhaps that was what was so frustrating. That Childe had been so blind, so novice to not recognize the signs when he saw them.
It makes him drown Zhongli with the tea. There's ways to do it, he knows. But he also knows it probably wouldn't affect an Archon much, if at all. ]
No. [ The word makes his lip curl. ] I'm sure we're long past all that, Morax.
[ Even now Zhongli looks at him, he thinks, like Childe is beneath him. Like the battle has already been decided without them even coming to blows.
He's not sure if it's that that makes him angrier, or the words that he says next. Probably a mixture of both.
He wants me to what? ]
Repent. [ Childe repeats the word, incredulous. ] Repent for what? Wasn't it your plan to put Liyue in some form of mortal peril, all for the sake of testing your precious harbor? You cannot put the blame solely on me, Morax. Don't claim to be fully innocent of what you've sowed.
You conspired with Her Majesty the Tsaritsa for your little test. I was enlisted to play the fool, and nothing more. If you didn't like my methods, in all your infinite wisdom, maybe next time it should be your hand that pulls the trigger instead of getting someone else to do your dirty work for you.
I will not repent. Not when I've done nothing wrong. [ He doesn't bother to stand, but the challenge is there, a fire in his eyes, the muscle jumping in his jaw. ] You'll have to wring it from my body with your own two hands.