[ Zhongli has been gone more often than not as of late, but he always returns back to the house with such punctuality, one might be able to set their watch to it. Whether coming back with smears of soot across his gloves and a newly forged weapon for Childe to try out or tired and weary from continued efforts to push back the Blight, he returns right before Childe starts preparing dinner and before the purple-yellow sunlight sinks down below the horizon.
But today, today Zhongli is late. And there is no sun to greet them by the time he arrives at the door to their shared abode. The weather is miserable, wet, and a dense fog clings to Zhongli's ankles as he pushes the door open. Without a word, he steps inside.
The fog rolls in with him.
Even more uncharacteristically, Zhongli does not toe out of his shoes and carefully place them on the rack as he normally does when he enters the house. Instead, he passes straight through the entryway and into the living room and kitchen area, footsteps damp from the Blighted weather that seems to hover over all of Highstorm. Carefully methodically, he searches through every room in an attempt to find the house's other occupant. ]
Childe
But today, today Zhongli is late. And there is no sun to greet them by the time he arrives at the door to their shared abode. The weather is miserable, wet, and a dense fog clings to Zhongli's ankles as he pushes the door open. Without a word, he steps inside.
The fog rolls in with him.
Even more uncharacteristically, Zhongli does not toe out of his shoes and carefully place them on the rack as he normally does when he enters the house. Instead, he passes straight through the entryway and into the living room and kitchen area, footsteps damp from the Blighted weather that seems to hover over all of Highstorm. Carefully methodically, he searches through every room in an attempt to find the house's other occupant. ]