Zhongluc Crap
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"I've been meaning to tell you something important. Something that is imperative you know if we are to continue this relationship of ours." Zhongli spoke to his partner of five years, holding his hands across a dinner table.
Diluc's brow creased, slight concern showing in his expression. With how open the both of them were, it was hard to imagine a thing that Zhongli could tell him that he hadn't already known about the man.
He was a funeral consultant, he enjoyed long walks, listening to people tell stories, reading and black tea. The corners of his eyes crinkled when he smiled and he chewed his lower lip when stressed. He hardly slept and when he did, Diluc always caught him staring before he fell asleep.
And yet here he was, all of these things and very much more. So much more. Six thousand years more. Alive before Christ himself was spoken into word.
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Or, Zhongli is the oldest living vampire and the time has come to be honest about the truth of his existence to his fiancé.Series
- Part 1 of Zhongluc Crap
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Words could only soothe a physical ache to such an extent. On many occasions, it very simply was not enough. Miles between his heart and that of his love drove passion into a wall, a dam that was left very near overflowing. Diluc only had these letters for some odd number of weeks they’d go on this way. Trading handwritten pages through post, each letter grew longer, divulged more yearning than the previous.
aka sappy love letters until these filthy bastards bang :)
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- Part 2 of Zhongluc Crap