Nothing like you

Though life has turned out nothing like I imagined, it is far better than I could have dreamt.

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i think you're so good (and i'm nothing like you) - Chapter 1 - TrashcanWithSprinkles - 原神

Chapter Text

“Do you have a soulmate mark, my dear Tartaglia?”

Ajax looked at the Tsaritsa, lounging on her throne, and straightened up from where he came to kneel before her.

“...Yes,” he managed out, knowing full well he couldn’t lie to her.

“Let me see it,” she extended her hand forward, beckoning him.

Ajax had a soulmate mark, just like about half the population of Teyvat did. Unlike half the population of Teyvat, however, Ajax’ feelings towards his mark were… different.

You see, when Ajax fell into the Abyss at the ripe old age of fourteen, he crafted a mask for himself, made out of the foul beasts and powers dwelling below. This mask was half of the reason why Ajax survived (even if partially, even if the Abyss poured into the cracks and replaced some of him, even if the kid that fell down wasn’t the same kid that escaped three months later). This mask was later baptized as Tartaglia by the Tsaritsa, who took him in when his family wouldn’t, and who gave him something to do with his life – who gave him a way to be worth something, even if that way was through bloodshed.

The other half of the reason why Ajax survived the Abyss, and arguably the only one that truly saved Ajax , was his soulmate mark.

Like some known marks, it would pulsate with a gentle power when Ajax was in distress, which was more or less his constant state of being down there. During the endless nights, Ajax would hide into a ball to try to get some sleep, and would only manage to get any rest at all thanks to the soft, golden glow coming from the mark over his heart. It protected him and gave him safety of mind when nothing else would.

Even if Ajax knew, as the days and months went by, that his soulmate wouldn’t want what he was becoming – it served as a reminder that there was someone out there waiting for him. He had someone he had to repay, for saving him, even if said person was none the wiser of the entire affair. Ajax might not be normal nor good anymore, but he could still pretend. Tartaglia was the proof of it.

If Ajax ever found his soulmate, he would pretend to be normal for them. He would observe from afar if possible, and make sure nothing happened to them. That no ailments ever came to them. That they never came to lack anything.

He would take the same approach he took with his younger siblings.

That was the plan. Or, at least, it had been , until the Tsaritsa requested an audience with him alone and asked to see his mark.

Ajax stood in the throne room with his shirt pulled open to the side, revealing the mark he’d become intimately familiar with resting over his heart.

He stood motionless, feeling the cold of the room seep into his frozen skin, as the Tsaritsa laid eyes on the mark and her eyes began to harden with recognition.

In his chest rested a dragon, guarding a chunk of cor lapis. The dragon had eyes golden like the sunset, and it was those very eyes that had kept Ajax sane down in the Abyss.

But now the Tsaritsa frowned at those gentle eyes, and Ajax felt like he was standing on the precipice of something far greater than himself.

The Tsaritsa looked up at him.

“Tartaglia,” she began, serious. “That is Morax, the Geo Archon.”

Ajax still felt betrayed, stepping onto the docks of Liyue Harbor.

As soon as the Tsaritsa found out, she sent forth private messengers to the Land of Geo announcing that Rex Lapis’ soulmate had been found. Ajax hadn’t the time to even process what any of this meant before he was sent to say goodbye to his siblings and then immediately shipped off to Liyue with a Fatui retinue when the summons from the Qixing arrived.

He had plenty of time in the boat, however, to let the situation sink in with a dull ache in his chest.

The Geo Archon was his soulmate.

Suddenly, Ajax’ plan to pretend to be normal for his soulmate was completely destroyed. Not only was his soulmate someone who would know , but also someone who wouldn’t want him. Ajax could charm his way around fellow humans, easily impressed, who took to his charisma and had an appreciation (and need) for his money and power.

But an Archon , and the oldest Archon at that?

Rex Lapis had no need of him. Rex Lapis had no need of a human, no matter how arguable that description was to Ajax, who was more Abyss than he was anything else.

Rex Lapis wouldn’t want a broken little thing like him. Rex Lapis would see through his act immediately. Rex Lapis had no need of anything Ajax could possibly ever offer to him.

So not only could he not hope to one day maybe have his soulmate love him back, but he also couldn’t hope to repay the favor given to him in the Abyss.

For what could Rex Lapis possibly ever want from him?

Why had the Tsaritsa sent him, then, when she knew just how worthless Ajax was to the Geo Archon? When she knew the only value Ajax ever held was because of Tartaglia, and his only use was killing things?

What did she expect to win from this? From keeping him away from his siblings – the only thing that brought him happiness? From sending him to the other end of Teyvat like a gift wrapped in ribbons?

Ajax kept his face neutral as he walked down the docks under the cover of the night, flanked by the Tsaritsa’s own Fatui escort, wearing a brand new mask he’d chosen to name Childe. This mask would hopefully keep the worst from happening. Childe would be everything Ajax had been supposed to be, and everything decent Tartaglia could provide to the table.

Childe, then, met with the Qixing’s envoy at the end of the docks. The Seven Stars had arranged to pick him up from the wharf and bring him to the Emperor to confirm the Tsaritsa’s claim, only after which would the news be properly announced for all of Liyue to rejoice.

Rex Lapis was known to have a soulmate mark, even if few to none knew what it looked like, and it was known that the Archon had borne that mark for thousands of years without ever finding the person it represented.

For Rex Lapis’ soulmate to be found was one of the things people wished for when the god’s birthday was celebrated. The Qixing wished to make sure the time had indeed finally come before announcing the occasion.

The Qixing’s envoy was a woman of light blue hair crowned by a pair of dark red to black horns curling back along her head. If his intel didn’t fail him, this was one of the Adepti under the Emperor’s service.

“Welcome to Liyue,” she saluted, fist to palm, and bowed slightly at the waist. “I’m Ganyu, a secretary of the Qixing, and I’ll be your escort tonight.”

The Fatui escort saluted back, with only half the grace of the woman before them, and Ajax tried his best to imitate them.

Ganyu led them through the city. Even with the cloak of the night, Liyue’s streets were still packed with people, and so the small retinue of Fatui envoys led by a familiar face attracted the gazes of many bypassers.

Ajax walked in the middle of the group, almost kept from view of the citizens, Childe mask firmly in place.

They walked all the way to the Emperor’s palace, connected by a grand wooden bridge near lotus ponds, the gigantic structure built partially into Mt. Tianheng. Standing taller than any other land building in the harbor, it overlooked the entire city through golden-white screens and dark wood latticework.

The only other structure higher than it was the fabled Jade Chamber, and it was moored closer to the other end of the harbor, away from the palace.

They crossed the bridge. As they were passing through the entrance pavilion, they crossed paths with a young man wielding a spear. If his clothes were anything to go by, then he was likely also an adeptus.

Cold-cut yellow eyes fixed on the entourage, and Ajax caught them on pure accident amid the Fatui around him.

The young man with the dark green hair looked at him like someone trying to figure out if he was guilty of something, contempt radiating through his almost electric eyes.

Ajax looked away and back to the front, his Childe mask keeping his expression neutral.

He felt the intensity of those eyes burn into the back of his head until they had crossed the courtyard and entered the main chamber, the sliding doors closing behind them.

Across the room from them, a man draped in elegant silks of browns and golds sat atop a slightly raised platform, cor lapis horns curling around his head and dark brown hair cascading down his back, tips fading to amber.

Rex Lapis.

Ajax moved his gaze to the floor before he could dare to look at the Emperor to the face.

“My Lord,” Ganyu began, likely saluting to the Archon if the ruffle of her clothes was anything to go by. “I’ve brought the Snezhnayan envoys.”

“Thank you,” Rex Lapis’ voice reverberated through the chamber, deep and soothing, and Ajax felt it travel down his spine. There was a soft shuffle of clothes, likely Ganyu, as she moved to stand aside. “Is this…?”

The Tsaritsa’s personal guards spread around to stand by the walls near the entrance, only two remaining at Ajax’ sides.

“Her Majesty, the Tsaritsa, wishes to extend her greatest apologies to the Lord of Geo,” one of them began, shuffling into a salute before proceeding. “This is the Eleventh, Tartaglia the Vanguard, and he has been our comrade for well over ten years now. However, it was only recently that Her Majesty asked to see his soulmate mark, and thus only now that She discovered he was Your Excellency’s soulmate. ”

“She extends her apologies for having taken so long to ask if he even had a soulmate mark,” the other added, also bowing, but slightly deeper. “She usually does not take so long to ask, but… the Vanguard was a special case.”

“I see,” the Archon’s voice hummed. “May I see the mark, Tartaglia?”

Ajax tried not to blink, keeping his face neutral. He was asking him?

Shoving the thought aside, he kept the nonchalant Childe mask as he undid his buttons and hastily pulled his shirt’s now open collar aside to reveal the mark on his chest.

There was a soft gasp, likely from Ganyu, and a charged silence settled in the room.

“That’s… the Exuvia,” Ganyu seemed to manage out, somewhere between surprise and awe.

“It is,” Rex Lapis convened, his voice heavy and reverent. “Please come forth, we should verify this.”

Ajax held back a gulp and let himself close his eyes for a second before striding forward. Keeping his gaze in some random point on the Archon’s chest, he watched as the adeptus stepped down from the slightly raised platform and moved to meet him in the middle.

Now that they stood face to face, Ajax tried not to feel anything at the fact the Archon was still at least half a head taller than him, judging by the height at which his shoulders stood.

“Press your hand to mine,” the Archon indicated, gentle and soothing, as he raised his own to hover between them.

Ajax willed Childe to keep his hand from shaking as he raised it and pressed his palm to the other’s, having but an instant to notice his’ was smaller.

As soon as their palms connected, a soft light poured from where their skins touched. First it was white, and then it spiraled around them in golden hues mixed with bright ocean blues.

Ajax stared, transfixed, his eyes shooting up on reflex to see the Archon’s reaction.

Rex Lapis was also looking at him, eyes wide with surprise, bathed in a myriad of different shades of gold and blue.

But his eyes-

His eyes shone the brightest of all, seemingly carved out of the finest cor lapis, adorned by thin red streaks of color under his lashes.

Ajax realized, with his heart in his throat, that those were the eyes of his dragon. This beautiful man, was his dragon.

He caught his feelings immediately, and made sure Childe was pasted on to keep his own eyes from ratting him out.

But Ajax inside was crumbling.

Rex Lapis was his soulmate. The Tsaritsa had been right.

So now what? Obviously he was supposed to stay here, the Tsaritsa made that clear when she made him pack up and say goodbye to his-

His siblings.

Would he ever get to see them again?

What was he even going to do here? How long would it take for Rex Lapis to grow bored of him? But he couldn’t exactly leave. It would be an international disaster if he did! He had to somehow make the Archon not abhor him, because if he did, then word would get out and he’d become Snezhnaya’s greatest shame.

How would that reflect on his little siblings, who were still innocent, who still adored him so?

Ajax was living on borrowed time, and it was a notion as bitter and ironic as any other, given what the Abyss had done to his particular relationship with time.

When the light died down, the silence in the room was palpable. Ajax’ eyes were locked on the Archon’s, unable to look away, their hands still pressed together in the middle.

“...It is you,” Rex Lapis murmured after a moment, reverent, and Ajax felt it slice through his chest.

It was him.

Ajax felt like he was standing in the eye of a storm as Qixing members and other workers were called left right and center, drafting announcement letters, planning thank you gifts and commemorative rewards for the Tsaritsa, getting ready to light the news to Liyue Harbor come the morning sun. The Fatui entourage left without much fanfare, saying their goodbyes to Tartaglia as a fellow soldier.

While Ganyu and several other assistants ran around gathering people, Ajax stood to the side with a blank Childe face on.

Rex Lapis approached him after organizing things with the Adepti, and Ajax straightened up, turning to face him.

“Allow me to show you to your temporary quarters,” the Archon indicated to the side for him to walk. “They’ll have to serve for now, until we get your input on how you’d rather have your living area.”

It was all Ajax could do to nod and walk along with the Archon, keeping a couple of steps behind him under the pretense of not knowing the corridors himself.

They crossed through the courtyards, through lotus ponds and Glaze Lily gardens flanked by Silkflower bushes. There was a rather pleasant silence at first.

“I am aware these are usually not the conditions under which soulmates tend to meet,” Rex Lapis began, his tranquil voice managing to somewhat soothe Ajax’ inner turmoil much like how his mark had done while in the Abyss. “I hope you are aware I will not attempt to rush you into anything – I would like the chance to get to know you, instead.”

When Rex Lapis finished those words with a look at him over his shoulder, Ajax got himself to just nod, not trusting his own voice.

The Archon nodded back, returning his attention to their path.

“Your Harbinger name is ‘Tartaglia’, is it not?” the Archon asked, rhetoric. “Is that the name you would have me refer to you by, or is there something else you’d rather be called?”

Ajax was once again hit with the realization that the Geo Archon was asking him.

He’d heard of his reputation of being a gentle, understanding ruler, but he didn’t know it extended to creatures like him.

Or… perhaps he didn’t notice?

“...Call me Childe,” he managed out, a bit quiet but steady.

Hopefully Childe would be enough to remain in the good graces of the Archon. Hopefully the Archon would come to even, maybe, like Childe, even if only as an acquaintance that just happened to live in his house.

Because he knew Ajax would never be enough.

“Childe,” the Archon repeated, testing the word. “Very well then. Please refer to me as Zhongli.”

Ajax was caught off-guard by that. “Zhongli?” he couldn’t help but ask, confused.

“One of the many names I have,” the Archon turned slightly to look at him, and even though his lips remained neutral there were some hints of a smile in his golden eyes. “I have no particular preference over one name or the other, but that one feels less… formal, out of them all. I would like it if you’d use it, even if only when we’re alone.”

Ajax pretended to take an interest in the lotus ponds and nodded, unable to hold the golden gaze for too long.

It did… strange things to his chest.

Rex Lapis continued walking, and they passed through another open pavilion that led them into yet another section of the courtyard. They must be entering the private area of the palace.

As they walked through yet more lotus ponds, Ajax couldn’t help but ask.

“How deep are the ponds?” he got out, trying to keep the nerves out of his voice.

“They would reach a little bit past your knees,” the Archon provided with a hum, sparing them a glance before returning his sights to the boardwalk. “At its deepest points, at least. The areas closest to the edges are slightly shallower. This particular breed of lotus flower rather enjoys that depth, however the ones planted near the main courtyard are dwarf lotus flowers, and thus their ponds would hardly reach past your ankles.”

The Archon proceeded to go on a tangent about the differences between the two lotus flower varieties and the trials and tribulations in planting which ones where. Ajax listened in a bit of a surprised silence, not having expected the long-winded explanation, but finding he didn’t mind at all.

He rather liked listening to Rex Lapis talk. He explained everything like he’d been part of the group that discovered it to begin with. He sounded like someone who had been there, knee-deep in the mud, struggling with the first lotus farmers of Liyue trying to figure out which depth worked for which flowers. Or, at the very least, had listened to said farmers enough to absorb all the information in such a manner.

It was a very different feeling, when compared to the way the Tsaritsa would normally talk.

It was… nice. Ajax found he liked it. He found he could probably ask the Archon about the properties of salt and just kick back, relax, and enjoy a whole afternoon learning something that likely would never come into play in his life.

“Ah- we’ve arrived,” the Archon cut his infodump short, somewhere between talking about the light levels and how they even experimented with Hydro Vision bearers for a while to see if they could make the mud less light-catching. He stopped at a door at the end of one of the boardwalks, with a nice view of the small courtyard around them. The Archon turned to him with something akin to sheepishness in his eyes. “I apologize, I tend to go on long rants when people do not remind me to stop.”

Ajax shook his head no. “It’s fine, I don’t mind.” He’d actually found himself invested in the surprisingly dramatic struggle of planting lotus flowers way back when.

“Still, I’ll take care not to go overboard next time,” the Archon hummed.

“Hey, I asked the question,” Childe insisted. “If I wanted you to stop I would’ve said so ten mintues ago when I got the answer I was looking for.”

It dawned on him as soon as he said it, that he was talking back to the Geo Archon. It was surprisingly easy to do it with the Childe mask on, and Ajax realized it must’ve been a trait borrowed from where he learned the Tsaritsa rather liked him being straightforward and honest.

But this wasn’t the Tsaritsa-

“Is that so?” the Archon mused, and Ajax snapped back to attention out of his momentary panic. He was met with slightly surprised eyes on a completely placid expression, no apprehension to be found. “Very well then, I’ll trust you to tell me to stop if you want me to.”

Ajax blinked, and got himself to nod.

Even if he ever wanted him to stop, which he doubted he would in any normal occasion, Ajax wasn’t sure he had the authority to tell Rex Lapis to shut up.

The Archon slid the door open and gestured inside the room. “As I mentioned previously, these are your temporary accommodations. Questions will be asked at a later date on how you’d prefer your more permanent chambers to be like, so for now these will suffice.”

Ajax stepped into the room, finding a small sitting area and a partition to the side separating what he guessed must be the actual bedroom.

“Here,” the Archon spoke again, and Ajax turned to face him. The god reached into his sleeve and produced a small object, handing it to him. “Should you need anything, ring this, and one of my assistants will come find you.”

Ajax held his hand out and accepted the deposited item.

It was a little bell, beautifully crafted of cor lapis and gold, and his brain supplied it looked just like the type of trinkets Tonia would love.

The thought sent a pang of pain to his heart, but he kept it inside as he brought the object closer to himself and looked back up at the Archon with a nod.

“Alright, I believe you should get some rest now; it must’ve been quite the journey to get here,” the Archon hummed, stepping back across the threshold to stand outside the room. “I bid you goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” Ajax repeated, like an idiot.

His embarrassment was cut short at the sight of the Archon flashing him the tiniest of smiles before sliding the doors shut and leaving.

Ajax stood in the middle of the room far longer than he’d care to admit.

He felt… strangely calm. It was the exact same sensation of having his soulmate mark pulsate soothingly while in the Abyss, except this time it came in the form of the Archon himself and an unnecessarily long exposition rant on lotus planting.

And a smile.

And just a general amiability towards him.

Did Rex Lapis not notice? Did he not feel it? Perhaps he had no soulmate mark of his own, and thus had never been able to seek out someone who matched the animal on his chest. It wasn’t unknown for soulmates to one be born with the mark and one without it.

Ajax had always wondered, for the longest time, if the Abyss had changed his mark the same way it had changed him. It had to, right? After all, the Ajax of back then was not… whatever remained of the Ajax now. A good part of him was simply Abyssal stain, masquerading as a human. There was no way his soulmate mark hadn’t shifted to reflect that – it was known to be a thing that happened, after all. When one person changed in irreversible ways, their soulmate’s mark, if they had one, would mirror that change in real time.

There was no way the Abyss hadn’t changed Ajax, thus the only explanation was that Rex Lapis himself didn’t have a mark of his own. That would explain some things.

Wait-

No, it wouldn’t; wasn’t Rex Lapis known for having a mark?

Then… did the Archon simply not notice anything off about Ajax?

Maybe he didn’t.

Maybe everything would be fine, maybe things could still go mostly according to plan. Ajax could pretend to be Childe and try to get along with Rex Lapis, or at the very least not be a complete pain in the ass to have around.

Yeah.

With his fears slightly assuaged, Ajax sat the cor lapis bell down atop a low nightstand and began searching around for a change of clothes to sleep in.

His relative peace of mind didn’t last too long.

He’d just finished changing into Liyuean sleeping clothes he found behind one of the storage sliding doors when he felt a presence inside the room.

Alert, he kept his Vision tight inside his closed palm and peeked around the dividing screen, into the sitting room.

In the circular open window on the wall directly across the door sat the same young Adeptus from earlier in the night, one leg dangling into the room and the other resting on the windowsill, knee up to his chest.

The young man didn’t move, but his eyes found Ajax immediately.

Ajax slapped Childe on and walked around the screen, coming to stand in the middle of the room, Vision still hidden in one hand.

“Can I help you?” he asked, confused, keeping his face only on that emotion.

The Adeptus dropped into the room proper and walked up to Ajax. The top of the young man’s head only reached his shoulders, and Ajax looked down as the Adeptus pinned him in place with the stare of a predator looking at their prey,

only to discover it was worthless.

“Yes,” the Adeptus drawled, low and threatening, taking a step back and looking up at him with the grimace of someone aprasing with morbid curiosity just how bad what they’re looking at really is. “You can start by telling me how you got in here, Abyssal stain.”

Ajax felt his heart seize for a second, and his expression hardened. Tartaglia stepped up.

“I was brought here,” he answered, cold and empty. “You saw me walk in. You let me walk in.”

“I did – It took me a moment to properly discern what was wrong with you,” the Adeptus scoffed. “You might hide it well enough to fool most humans and some adepti like Ganyu, but you cannot fool me.”

Ajax crossed his arms over his chest. “Are you going to throw me out?”

“My Lord let you in here,” the Adeptus mirrored his position, contempt dripping from every word. “I cannot say I understand why, but I trust he must have a plan to deal with you. ”

Ajax blinked. Fatal move.

“You might’ve been able to fool me, even if for just a second,” the Adeptus seethed. “But you never could’ve fooled My Lord. He felt your disgusting presence as soon as you stepped foot onto these lands he rose with his own hands.”

Ajax didn’t trust himself to speak, so he just hardened his gaze.

“That is all I came here for,” the Adeptus scoffed, then turned around and climbed back onto the windowsill. He sent him one last look over his shoulder. “Continue playing human until My Lord reaches a decision about your existence, Abyss monster. And know that I will be watching you, should you try anything funny.”

With that, he leaped off the window and disappeared into the night.

Whatever peace of mind Ajax had gathered from listening to Rex Lapis talk disappeared along with him.

Of course. How could he have been so stupid?

Of course Rex Lapis would notice. This Adeptus had noticed, so of course the Archon would. Who did Ajax think himself to be capable of tricking the Lord of Geo? No.

He was a monster of the Abyss.

Of course Rex Lapis wouldn’t even consider tolerating him. Soulmate or not, that god had been protecting his nation from the Abyss for millenia.

There was nothing Ajax could do about it. Even if by some miracle the Archon somehow hadn’t noticed, then-

Who was he going to believe? Him? Or one of his most trusted warriors?

The answer was obvious.

Ajax was living on borrowed time.

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Someone like you lyrics

English Someone like you

That you found a girl and you're married now,

Met a girl and is already married.

I heard that your dreams came true,

I heard that your dreams came true

Guess she gave you things I didn't give it to you,

I think she gave you something that I couldn't give.

Old friend, why are you so shy?

My friend, why this modesty?

It ain't like you to hold back or hide from the light

Not in your rules to hide something and hide in the shadows.

I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited,

I hate showing up unannounced

But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it,

But I couldn't help coming, I couldn't resist.

I had hope you'd see my face,

I hoped that seeing my face,

And that you'd be reminded that for me it isn't over

You will remember that nothing ended for me...

Never mind, I'll find someone like you,

It's okay, I'll find someone like you.

I wish nothing but the best for you two,

I wish you both the very best.

Don't forget me, I run,

Forget me not, please...

I'll remember you said,

I will remember what you said:

"Sometimes it lasts and loves,

"Sometimes you live in love,

But sometimes it hurts instead,"

but sometimes it hurts you.”

Sometimes it lasts and loves,

Sometimes you live in love,

But sometimes it hurts instead, yeah

but sometimes it hurts you.

You know how the time flies,

You know how time flies.

Only yesterday was the time of our lives,

Yesterday we were together.

We were born and raised in a summer haze,

Bound by the surprise of our glory days

Suddenly linked together by the best days of our lives.