[ Sometimes, Aether suspects that he might very well be one of the only people in the world that Dainsleif talks to regularly. He could be wrong about that, of course. But the man is so solitary, so resolutely alone, never quite present even when he's there. He's a perfectly normal, reasonable sort of man, and yet, when he looks at people, sometimes it's with eyes that see right through them towards other things, the way Kaeya was less Kaeya and more Alberich.
Occasionally, Aether wonders what it is that Dainsleif sees when he looks at him.
He doesn't feel any particular hangups about it; he's not insecure. It's just a thought. There were two reasons Aether picked a spot outside of Liyue: the first is that it would be quiet, a road less taken, and they would be unlikely to be interrupted. The second is that — whatever the reason — Aether has not forgotten that Dainsleif harbors a grudge against the gods, and outside of Liyue Harbor proper, at least, Zhongli is not omniscient. Khaenri'ah's Twilight Sword will not have to cross paths with an Archon today.
Regardless. Aether makes his way up to the hill overlooking the Harbor, as promised. His hands glow Pyro warm; there are two Grilled Tiger Fish skewers in his hand. One is, of course, for Dainsleif. ]
There you are.
[ He says this as soon as he lays eyes on the man, who is dressed in such dark, slim clothing that he would nearly blend in with the night if not for his beautiful golden hair — ironically, somewhat like Aether's own. ]
It's been such a long time since we last saw each other.
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[ Sometimes, Aether suspects that he might very well be one of the only people in the world that Dainsleif talks to regularly. He could be wrong about that, of course. But the man is so solitary, so resolutely alone, never quite present even when he's there. He's a perfectly normal, reasonable sort of man, and yet, when he looks at people, sometimes it's with eyes that see right through them towards other things, the way Kaeya was less Kaeya and more Alberich.
Occasionally, Aether wonders what it is that Dainsleif sees when he looks at him.
He doesn't feel any particular hangups about it; he's not insecure. It's just a thought. There were two reasons Aether picked a spot outside of Liyue: the first is that it would be quiet, a road less taken, and they would be unlikely to be interrupted. The second is that — whatever the reason — Aether has not forgotten that Dainsleif harbors a grudge against the gods, and outside of Liyue Harbor proper, at least, Zhongli is not omniscient. Khaenri'ah's Twilight Sword will not have to cross paths with an Archon today.
Regardless. Aether makes his way up to the hill overlooking the Harbor, as promised. His hands glow Pyro warm; there are two Grilled Tiger Fish skewers in his hand. One is, of course, for Dainsleif. ]
There you are.
[ He says this as soon as he lays eyes on the man, who is dressed in such dark, slim clothing that he would nearly blend in with the night if not for his beautiful golden hair — ironically, somewhat like Aether's own. ]
It's been such a long time since we last saw each other.