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Scars | First Year of Shèng Lǜ Emperor
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The thing about Snezhnaya, is that if you fuck up, you die. This isn’t necessarily about the law or the Crown, but carved deeply into the very nature of the land, which then left its imprint on the people. There are many, varied, terrible fates awaiting one in the cruel, jagged cliffs of the North. Its people grow proud of surviving it, grow up seeing life as a privilege to be fought for, rather than merely the state of being. Dying is easy, anyone can do it. But living? Surviving? That takes effort. Talent. Recklessness, even. In Liyue, dying is a punishment, and sometimes a mercy. In Liyue, there is cruelty so carefully and meticulously doled out, that harm becomes measurable. There’s technique to it. Structure. It is monstrous in a way Childe’s never really thought about, before. “Childe,” Zhongli says, after a moment, when the silence lingers. It’s so new, their contract. It’s tender, like the first green tips of a tree in spring. Delicate. Decorum and courtesy and common sense all agree Childe should keep the sudden, burning vile behind her teeth. But he can’t. She won’t. “I hate it,” she says, no ounce of tact to it. “It’s awful and monstrous, and if you do it to your children, I will strangle you in your sleep.”
July 25, 2025 at 1:47 PM