[Zhongli listens intently to Neuvillette’s explanation about his innate abilities, his interest visibly piqued. The concept of possessing such power without a Vision is rare. This revelation deepens Zhongli's appreciation for the complexities of Fontaine’s culture and its people, and it also stirs a curiosity within him about Neuvillette's true nature, as he always does whenever he's faced with something of a rare quality.
He retrieves as many blankets as possible, layering them across the bed to ensure warmth for the night. His meticulous nature shines through in how he smooths out each layer, ensuring no corner is left untucked. He arranges the pillows at the head of the bed, fluffing them with a precise motion, folding the blankets out just enough for them both to slip into the bed without much of a fuss, before stepping back to assess his work.]
Your abilities are quite extraordinary, [Zhongli remarks as he also prepares for sleep with the methodical grace he applies to all his actions. First, he gently pulls the ornate pin holding his hair tie in place, allowing his long, dark hair to fall freely down his back. He runs his fingers through his hair, shaking it loose, a small personal ritual that marks the end of the day's formalities.
Next, he methodically removes his outer garments. He starts with the intricate coat he always favors, setting it aside with precise care. The clasp of his vest follows, and he folds each piece neatly, placing them atop his neatly arranged coat. He is left in a simple, soft undershirt that contrasts with his usual formal attire, faint golden lines visible, tracing his arms like delicate veins of molten gold. The thin markings shimmer softly in the dim light, winding around his forearms and creeping up towards his shoulders.] In Liyue, such power without a Vision is usually the domain of the Adepti. You remind me of them—beings who are deeply tied to the elements themselves.
It’s fascinating to encounter similar traits here in Teyvat, so far from Liyue. [He sits on the edge of the bed and methodically removes his shoes, setting them side by side next to the bed, and then his trousers.
Finally, he slides under the thick layers of blankets, arranging them around his shoulders and tucking them in slightly to prevent any drafts. The layered blankets provide a comforting weight, a barrier against the cold that howls beyond the walls of the cabin.] Have you always possessed this ability, or did it manifest over time?
Promptly ignores canon here (or am I)
He retrieves as many blankets as possible, layering them across the bed to ensure warmth for the night. His meticulous nature shines through in how he smooths out each layer, ensuring no corner is left untucked. He arranges the pillows at the head of the bed, fluffing them with a precise motion, folding the blankets out just enough for them both to slip into the bed without much of a fuss, before stepping back to assess his work.]
Your abilities are quite extraordinary, [Zhongli remarks as he also prepares for sleep with the methodical grace he applies to all his actions. First, he gently pulls the ornate pin holding his hair tie in place, allowing his long, dark hair to fall freely down his back. He runs his fingers through his hair, shaking it loose, a small personal ritual that marks the end of the day's formalities.
Next, he methodically removes his outer garments. He starts with the intricate coat he always favors, setting it aside with precise care. The clasp of his vest follows, and he folds each piece neatly, placing them atop his neatly arranged coat. He is left in a simple, soft undershirt that contrasts with his usual formal attire, faint golden lines visible, tracing his arms like delicate veins of molten gold. The thin markings shimmer softly in the dim light, winding around his forearms and creeping up towards his shoulders.] In Liyue, such power without a Vision is usually the domain of the Adepti. You remind me of them—beings who are deeply tied to the elements themselves.
It’s fascinating to encounter similar traits here in Teyvat, so far from Liyue. [He sits on the edge of the bed and methodically removes his shoes, setting them side by side next to the bed, and then his trousers.
Finally, he slides under the thick layers of blankets, arranging them around his shoulders and tucking them in slightly to prevent any drafts. The layered blankets provide a comforting weight, a barrier against the cold that howls beyond the walls of the cabin.] Have you always possessed this ability, or did it manifest over time?