well. nearly over. the sages have been rounded up, the archon is free, irminsul is cleansed.. all that remains is to tie up the loose threads. the cleanup, before everything settles back into place. cyno has only one regret. he'd have the balladeer's head on a spike for what happened to tighnari, when cyno was not there to protect him, but the harbinger's fate is not his to decide. guilt weighs heavy on his heart.
but cyno has a job to do. with lumine slung over his back, and paimon beneath his arm, cyno makes the short trek to gandharva ville under cover of night, his only company the blanketing stars that wink above him. it's an easy enough journey, cyno has made it more times than he can count. he knows every shortcut, every inch of the space between sumeru city and gandharva ville, every step between him and tighnari. for all they have been apart, their new relationship has stood strong against the test of their separation. cyno has made a point to visit a few times since his exile to the desert, to sneak into tighnari's hut in the dead of night and fall into his arms, but those chances have been few and far between. the letters they've written had had to suffice.
now, they can breathe a little more easily. now, things can fall back into some semblance of normalcy.
without preamble, cyno steps into tighnari's hut and unceremoniously slings lumine down onto the bed, and paimon beside her. a few hours pass before they are finally, blessedly alone, tucked away by the water beneath gandharva ville, where the nilotpala lotuses gleam in the moonlight. cyno doesn't hesitate to pull tighnari gently against him, his traveling cloak rustling in the silence, his hands grasping in loose fabric as his head falls heavily to his partner's shoulder. ]
[ It's been a long day for them both. Luckily for all of them, the Traveler has little more than minor burns and cuts, none of which are serious. Mysteriously, however, they're dead asleep, allegedly because of the Doctor. All's left is to wait until they wake, which means Tighnari is out of a bed for the next few days.
It's of little concern, however, as he's been itching to spend time with Cyno. The Mahamatra has been in town a scant few times since this whole operation began, but all his visits were a few hours long as best, time for a dinner, a game of cards, a kiss. Then he was gone again, to save their Archon. Tighnari's no pining housewife, keeps himself busy with research, tending to his patients, and more recently, fending off Fatui threats. All excellent uses of his time, no matter what Cyno might say.
Still, he lets himself get tugged into Cyno's embrace. The sounds of the water drown out the bustle of the village above, and the canopy of lotuses shield them from view. He kisses Cyno's hair as the other man's head bows, resting on the shoulder that wasn't injured.
The wound is mostly healed, thanks to Tighnari's Dendro vision, though the scar is unlikely to fade; he jokes that it looks shocking on him, but he knows that every time Cyno sees it, he feels a smear of guilt. Stupid man. ]
I told you to stop making a fuss about it. I'm fine.
[ cyno has a grand total of one best friend, one partner, one lover, and that person was harmed on his watch.
realistically, cyno knows full well that tighnari can look after himself. he's strong, and fierce when he needs to be. he's knowledgeable, quick, perceptive, and wickedly smart, he stood his ground against several fatui just fine. and yet, cyno still worries. for many years now tighnari has been the most important person in cyno's life, and though he's begun to lower his walls for others, recently, cyno nevertheless cares for tighnari more than he cares for himself. no one has the right to lay so much as a finger on him.
cyno's grasp around him tightens, and he can't help the low growl that resounds from deep in his throat, even as tighnari places a soothing kiss to his hair. cyno's voice is low, threatening. ]
I'd tear him apart with my bare hands, if I could..
[ if it were his call. his say. but the balladeer's fate is to be decided by the archon herself, and cyno will respect her rules, her say, even if whatever she chooses to do with him will not - in cyno's professional opinion - be enough. ]
[ This time, genuine annoyance seeps into his tone, but Tighnari catches himself and breathes. Stop treating me like a child, he wants to say, but he knows it isn't that. If Cyno thought Tighnari incapable, he would have brought the Traveler to the Birmastan. If Cyno thought Tighnari untrustworthy, he wouldn't have mentioned him to Dehya. That Tighnari even gets to see these feelings; Cyno's anger, his frustration, his exhaustion; is testament to how safe Cyno feels in his presence.
The thing Cyno is upset by, Tighnari reminds himself, isn't the Fatui, or even the Balladeer is particular, though Tighnari is very certain the threat is true.
He's upset at himself, and there's nothing Tighnari can do or say to assuage that. Only time will.
Cyno's guilt is only being added to the growing pile of Tighnari's own troubles, however: he'll soon have to babysit some exiled former Sages; he has to look after the Traveler, who is in a coma, manage poor Paimon, and supervise Haypasia's recovery; Collei is recovered, but she can't handle his duties, and there's the very real possibility she might be considering leaving, now that she's cured. All that on top of his regular duties.
Blessedly, Cyno has always been a taciturn person, and now is no different. Given a space of silence to ruminate, Tighnari decides to press another kiss to that flax-pale hair. ]
Don't be childish. Your revenge fantasy has nothing to do with me.
[ He says it matter-of-factly, but with finality. He shuffles himself sideways, to better cup Cyno's face and kiss him. ]
Be here with me tonight, instead.
[ Because that's an actionable statement that will help both of them feel better. Distance has been hard on them, especially navigating a burgeoning relationship. All Tighnari really wants is a break, just for a few hours, to be in his beloved's arms. ]
[ cyno recognizes the firm tone of tighnari's voice, and obeys; this man who stands beside him, holds him, kisses him, is one of the scant few in all of sumeru that would not only dare to make gentle demands of the general mahamatra, but also see them respected, heeded. though his blood boils with searing fury still, he trusts tighnari's fair and even judgment.
in time, his righteous ire will fade away, though like as not cyno will always harbor a healthy dose of cold resentment for the balladeer, and a firm reminder to himself to be ever vigilant, ever watchful. if only his touch could undo it, if only he could kiss away the spiderweb scar on his lover's skin that will haunt him every time his hands and lips pass over it. it's vaguely hypocritical, he knows, for tighnari hardly begrudges him his own scars, but cyno's overprotectiveness has ever been one of his scattered pitfalls. it applies to every corner of his life. it is why he does what he does, why he took up the mantle of general mahamatra to begin with - not for the attention, not for the glory, or the status, but for the ultimate authority he can wield in the name of sumeru, to protect her peoples.
cyno may have very few friends and loved ones, but he nevertheless shields all of sumeru beneath his dark wings. at least, that is how he perceives his duty.
but tighnari's kisses soothe the savage beast in his heart, and the hard lines of cyno's shoulders begin to soften beneath his sweeping cloak. he sighs, closes his eyes, leans his face into the warm cup of tighnari's palm. it feels good, just to be with him again, to not feel the tugging urge to move, to go, to work. it's been a long few months. for several lingering seconds, cyno says nothing, only glides his hands down his partner's back, careful, ever careful, always careful of the bandages beneath. ]
I do have a promise to keep, to you.
[ he murmurs, nudging his nose against tighnari's with overt affection.
[ It's definitely not the last time they'll have this conversation. Cyno has few friends, so Tighnari accepts being patient as part and parcel of their relationship. As a teacher, he has patience to spare. ]
You do.
[ He smiles into Cyno's mouth, kisses him deeply, gently. Cyno's touch is soft along his wounded edge, and while Tighnari might prefer to be held and touched with less chasteness, he appreciates the care. For the next few hours, he wants to forget all the mess waiting for him back in town.
Fundamentally, he's just glad to be here and to have Cyno back. So many things could have gone wrong during this whole process, beyond just the bolt of lightning. Cyno and the others had truly done the impossible; overthrown the corrupt heads of the Akademiya and rescued a god from captivity.
He pulls away briefly, just to press their foreheads together. ]
I'm proud of you, you know.
[ Of Dehya, the Traveler and the others too, but Cyno in particular. People take the work of the General Mahamatra for granted, or view it at best as a necessary evil, but Cyno had proven in these last few days that he more than deserved his title. So few people ever expressed appreciation for the things he did. ]
[ cyno isn't prone to effusiveness, but the sight of tighnari's face is enough to bring a muted, but genuine, smile to his face. his friend is one of the few people who easily brings cyno's gentleness out, his easy, hidden warmth.
but it's cold, so he hurries inside. despite having been at a party, cyno is dressed relatively comfortably, in worn, leg-hugging black jeans and converse sneakers, his oversized jackal-eared black hoodie tugged over them. gold bracelets jingle at his wrists, and he wears a golden ring on his left middle finger in the shape of an ankh. closing and locking the door behind him, cyno is sure to kick his shoes off politely by the door before padding further inside. ]
Do you have the raspberry iced tea?
[ once there's space on the table, cyno sets down the box and flips open the lid in a billow of fragrant steam. ]
[ It's pretty clear that Tighnari hasn't been out of his place all day. He's dressed comfortably in green sweats and a yellow pullover with tattered strings from the hoodie from where he's played with them over the years. His hair is a little messy after his morning shower earlier. He glances at Cyno as the other starts to set up the pizza. The smell of it makes his stomach rumble and he rubs his ear. ]
Of course.
[ He moves to get Cyno's tea and water for himself -- he's imbibed enough caffeine already today he feels like he's vibrating inside his skin but it explains why his tail can't seem to stay still. He offers Cyno the tea when he comes back in the room, sitting on the floor again cross-legged and putting his water down on the coffee table. ]
I'm so hungry.
[ He says, reaching to grab a piece of the pizza unceremoniously. ]
[ cyno isn't unused to seeing tighnari in such a state, dressed down and a little disheveled from holing himself up in his room all day. it's cute. cyno feels privileged to be in tighnari's space, when so few are like to see him with a hair out of place. ]
Did you remember to eat lunch? .. Breakfast?
[ he doesn't sound judgmental, only mildly concerned; it's not unusual that tighnari might skip meals when he's embroiled in his studies. cyno himself is guilty of this as well. maybe he should've gotten them something a little more nutritious to eat.. ah, well. they're allowed to be unhealthy college students every once in awhile. cyno drops down heavily, sitting beside tighnari with one knee up, the opposite foot tucked beneath him, and snags a slice for himself. he's had a little bit to drink tonight, so it's probably good to get his stomach full. ]
[ Tighnari is trying not to just wolf down the piece of pizza and to eat at a regular pace, watching Cyno, though the questioning makes his ears drop a little. ]
I had a breakfast shake this morning when I went to check the greenhouse.
[ It's something. He'd barely moved since he'd returned home and buried himself in his studies. He would have rather been in the greenhouse but...everything is important and has it's place. ]
[ Tighnari will do better tomorrow. Scout's honor. He finishes his first piece in record time and reaches for a second before taking a couple sips of water before another bite of pizza. He listens intently to the other's explanation, an amused smirk on his face.
The other's frown is kind of cute sometimes... ]
You need to ask me to help you vet your social ventures...
[ Sunlight chases him through the hall, pouring onto pale stone from the evenly-spaced gaps hewn into the diagonal wall of the Palace's northern wing. In Tighnari's arms are balanced a pile of books and scrolls, at the top of which sits a precarious potted plant, his latest project. He has servants to do the carrying for him, of course, but he called them off today. Few are allowed in the north wing, fewer still past the main chambers where council meetings are held.
Today is the morning after the new moon, and Tighnari hurries to meet with his God.
Adorned with all the jewels he has been gifted, draped in his loveliest silks, Tighnari knows he hardly looks like the overseer of the royal greenhouses, but these monthly check-ins require a certain gravitas, some decorum. He woke earlier this morning to line his eyes in crimson, to make the teal stand out. The little carmine pot was a gift too, and all the better for it. It's all mostly pomp, but he doesn't resent it. He was born to this, after all, and they are not yet wed.
Access granted, hums the plate at the door after a quick retina-scan, and the heavy stone glides aside for him. He never tires of the sight of the King's quarters, the open skylight letting the cresting sun in, the pool built right beneath it where Tighnari is allowed to tend to a tiny oasis of his own design. A beautiful golden magnolia sits there, dripping an occasional petal onto the fragrant lilies and hibiscus. There is a sitting area with plush carpets and heavy brocade poufs to lounge on, and Tighnari makes a beeline for it, ready to put his materials down next to the honeyed cakes and sweet herbal tea. The Master has left his cards upon the low athel-wood table, but He himself is not yet present, perhaps still bathing after his morning drills.
Tighnari's ears pinken, so he doesn't let himself dwell on the thought. He's just come of age—the wedding isn't until midsummer. A shame his birthday is a few days after the solstice...though both of them respect traditions, he knows the King tires of waiting. ]
I'm here, Cyno.
[ Few people are allowed into the Sanctum. Fewer still allowed to sit upon these chairs, at this little table. And only one person in all the Kingdom is allowed to call out the name of the God-King's Avatar.
Tighnari allows himself a sip of tea while he waits. ]
[ morning comes, as it always does, one day after the next, and cyno sees to his rigorous, rigid schedule. though his ears are not so keen as tighnari's, they are nevertheless sharp, and from his warm bath he hears the soft footfalls that herald the arrival of his betrothed, the soft whisper of silks as he moves.
tighnari is mortal, but cyno is nevertheless convinced, every time they meet, that the lord of flowers walks among them again, given flesh and form, for little else could explain his perfect loveliness, or give reason to cyno's abject happiness in his presence. even now, hearing him arrive, there is a warm tightness in the god-king's chest. still, he does not change his morning routine. cyno bathes in scented water and applies oils to his bronze skin, combs his long pale hair free of snarls, lines his scarlet eyes in kohl and shimmering gold, but he does not dress in his full regalia, not yet.
there is no real need to stand on ceremony, with tighnari, after all. they are comfortable with one another to a degree which cyno has never known, even among the companionship of his own fellow deiforms, and as tighnari is the only one given explicit, personal permission to call him by his name, so to is he freely allowed to see cyno dressed down in comfortable clothing, looking less like a king, and more a simple man. with his hair still damp and his lower body wrapped in plain silks, cyno emerges into the sanctum on bare feet, his gait smooth and easy, the morning sun filtering through the skylight glinting off of his many gold piercings, and the armbands that hug his biceps.
cyno's gaze settles on the face of his promised, the corners of his eyes softening. ]
Do you like the tea?
[ his fingers, decorated with gold rings, brush the back of tighnari's dark hair as he passes, rounding the table to seat himself comfortably. in the presence of virtually anyone else, cyno would sit up straight, regal and proud and commanding, but with tighnari his posture is softer, more comfortable, one lean leg crossing over the other. ]
[ it certainly works. between tighnari's teasing, and the way he tongues at his ear, cyno is driven wild, driven wild by unprompted, playful jealousy and fierce, shameless arousal that has him pinning tighnari hard against the arrangement counter.
and then his hands are dropping, seizing the backs of tighnari's thighs in an attempt to lift him up and onto the countertop, with cyno's hips wedged between his thighs. ]
You're so cruel.
[ he purrs, shuddering hard, grinding their hips together again; he's absolutely hard in his tight black jeans. ]
[ He's not done yet. Tighnari bites down, tugs on Cyno's ear. On the opposite side, Tighnari's thumb rubs at the area behind the ear. He enjoys having hands on this man. Feeling the way that the muscles tremble with self restraint under his touch. There's a chuckle and a grin as he huffs, Cyno placing him on top of the counter. It's like Tighnari had been waiting for that, knees squeezing the other man's waist. ]
Me? Oh no, no. It would be cruel to refuse them.
[ Meanwhile, his hips rock against Cyno's. Another shiver works through him feeling that hard length. Tighnari feels another wave of heat bloom from his gut and another hand is already teasing at the hem of those jeans. ]
[ tighnari enjoys his hands on him, and cyno thinks that's just as well, because he enjoys it, too. he wants those warm hands all over his body, squeezing, pulling, touching. ]
Cruel because you think I deserve to suffer.
[ but oh, how he loves suffering at tighnari's hands. cyno groans when tighnari's teeth clamp down on his ear, heat climbing up his neck, and then his thumb, rubbing behind his opposite ear. cyno trembles, his breath rushing, and when tighnari's hand drops to toy at his waistband, he feels a hot squeeze of anticipation in his gut. happy to assist, he's quick to use one hand to quickly unfasten his belt, unbuttoning his jeans and yanking down the fly, and all the while cyno is dipping his head, licking a broad stripe along tighnari's pulse, sucking the tender space behind his jaw. ]
[ Because he is squeezing. Hooking ankles together once he has a secure hold of Cyno. It will help with leverage as he grids back against the other man again. Yet there's still enough space for Tighnari to get his hand between them and into Cyno's pants the moment he hears that zipper move. An eager fox that knows what he wants and isn't hesitant about it. ]
It's only fair. I had to get additional soundproofing you know.
[ Because the tattoo parlor is still loud to him. To his ears. It's bearable now, but before? No. Far from it. Not a conversation that needs visited right now, not with the way the tongue along his neck and mouth clamping down make him keen. ]
[ little compares with the blissful pressure of tighnari's thighs tight around his hips, pulling cyno's hips in close, with a wonderful, aching need. then comes the warm slide of tighnari's soft hand into his pants, where he'll find cyno's cock hard and hot and ready. the pressure and friction have his hips snapping forward, a gasp rushing against tighnari's wet skin. ]
That soundproofing is probably for the best..
[ he murmurs, both hands slipping beneath tighnari's shirt, gliding up his abdomen and over the frets of his ribs, thumbing at his nipples until they grow pert beneath his touch. ]
My employees won't hear you when I make you cry my name.
[ That sound makes his ears twitch and fur bristle. He enjoys taking the other off guard just a little. A shame that no, he's not immediately going for the other man's cock. At least Tighnari isn't in the sense that he's going to pull it out. Rather, he seems to be satisfied stroking Cyno's erection through the fabric of those equally tight briefs. Just fingertips running from base to tip. ]
Nor will they hear when I make you growl mine.
[ Again, not at all meek and liable to be a weeping mess. At least not this early on and not when he can get the other to the point of breaking. Resolve and cool demeanor completely shattered. That's what Tighnari seeks even as Cyno goes for his chest. Makes him gasp and groan, already wanting. ]
[ cyno's office is lit by the glow of his triple monitors and nothing else. on the desk beside his mouse and keyboard sits a half-drained cup of iced coffee and the remains of his dinner. with a low hum, the air conditioning kicks on, and cyno sits back in his chair, his hooded eyes watching the center screen with interest.
paradisaea is streaming, and cyno is watching closely, as he always does. or, at least, as he has begun to for over a year now, ever since kaveh's followers flooded into his chat to inform him that his record had been broken. he can see kaveh's face, but instead cyno leans his cheek against his knuckles and studies the elegant lines of paradisaea's throat, the way they lead to the sharp shelf of his collarbone. he watches the light flicker and play off of kaveh's fair skin, and he finds himself distracted, no longer paying attention to the game that kaveh is playing, but lost instead in the tufts of blonde hair that curl and tease below his chin.
he's jolted from his reverie by the sound of his name. jackal.
if i manage to beat this score, sure, i'll give jackal a kiss.
cyno has been lurking tonight, he hasn't spoken in kaveh's chat, but now his face warms, and he leans forward instantly, the barest quirk of a smile tugging one corner of his mouth. the sound of his mechanical keyboard fills the space around him. ]
[ Paradisaea's chat has truly been something else the past few days. Since the featured stream she did with Jackal, the fans on both sides of their former rivalry have been clamoring for more. u look so good together, one fan wrote in a 10,000 bit donation to each of them, this was a dream come true, please stream again 2gether in the future!
Pog if I hadn't been following this rivalry from the start, I'd have thought jackal was your old friend, said another. A few of them even noticed and remarked on the chemistry between the two, making comments of a type that Kaveh very quickly got around to having his mods delete.
(It's not that he doesn't like Cyno. The opposite is true, actually— and the last thing he wants is to get flustered or uncomfortable on stream— flustered and uncomfortable is Kaveh, not Paradisaea. Having his mods delete the messages means they're often gone before he can see them, which means there's no need to react— or to not react, as the case may be.)
But tonight Kaveh is a little tipsy from the wine he had after dinner and a little giddy after just getting a PB in the single most annoying part of this game's new Any% route— frame-perfect glitch skips are always such a pain, but he's on fire right now— and when his eyes fall on the line of words right before they disappear, he finds himself laughing in Paradisaea's sweet, playful voice. ]
Yeah, alright, [ she says, eyes twinkling in amusement. ] If I manage to beat this score, sure. I'll give Jackal a kiss. [ A wink, and her eyes pull off chat to focus on the game— ]
VaTAOpla: omg she said yes prayge aloistact:jackisaea is REAL [message removed] cyndiade: no delete? GENREFL: I WAS HERE Roleplayhrab: CatJAM CatJAM CatJAM smaneTea: I WAS HERE submaurfo: lol wait isn't jackal in chat rn? Infusalle:I ship it tbh [message removed] VaTAOpla: I WAS HERE Opterian: wait what MonkaS marynesu: @ submaurfo lol jackal in stream kappa Consolega: no srsly you can check who's here, just click "community" he's watching rn cyndiade: omg holy shit jackal MonkaW smaneTea:JACKISAEA [message removed] Nantorz: KEKW parrie you fucked up
[ The world seems to slow to a halt as Kaveh's eyes fall back on chat, LiveSplit still happily counting the seconds on an unpaused speedrun shot to hell so soon after a PB segment. Jackal's online? But he hasn't said anything... The streamer is uncharacteristically silent as the click of her mouse sounds repeatedly, opening up the appropriate place on Twitch to see—
And then Jackal's name appears in chat, highlighted per the channel settings, and Kaveh feels heat rush to his cheeks as, for the first time ever, everyone gets to see Paradisaea freeze up for a moment— or two, or three. That's before a forced laugh bubbles to her lips, and a finger twirls in her hair in a way meant to be both playful and sultry, but seems almost hesitant— a hint of Kaveh sneaking through. ]
Jackal! You didn't tell me you'd be on stream today! [ A pause, a breath, and then: ] Were you watching my attempts, or watching me~?
[ How that is meant to salvage the situation, Kaveh doesn't know. ]
[ many might not notice the way parrie freezes up like that, considering how well she soon shrugs it off and plays at ignorance, but cyno noticed. he notices everything about her, and he's been a streamer long enough to recognize when someone's knocked off-balance and off-guard. he can't help the way his mouth curves into a smile. ]
was just lurking while eating dinner.
[ paridisaea's lilt to her voice catches him, however, and cyno feels his face beginning to warm. though he's kept quiet about it, he's sure that his crush on her is quite obvious to anyone who's looking for it. parrie is cute, beautiful, funny, and so is kaveh, even if he's more of a bundle of nerves in reality than behind the camera. paridisaea gives kaveh the chance to shine, to be confident and self-assured, and cyno finds that beautiful.
he shouldn't rile up the chat, but.. ]
but yeah, i was watching you, too.
[ he couldn't help but be honest. cyno's half-eaten dinner is now forgotten, left aside on his desk to cool, where sukkar soon sidles up beside him, sniffing at the plate. cyno rubs her idly between the ears, trying to calm his pounding heart. ]
[ The chat goes wild. Within seconds, Paradisaea's mods are having trouble keeping up with deleting messages, and the streamer watches as user after user pours support onto her screen. Her lips are parted in shock, her LiveSplit timer is continuing its climb as her game idles, and it's all she can do to try to gather her thoughts back together enough to actually salvage this situation, even as the red creeps visible onto her cheeks.
But, Kaveh thinks, Cyno likes him—
Although it's a thought supplanted by a sickening horror in the moment immediately after: what if Cyno doesn't like him— what if Cyno only likes her, only likes Paradisaea?
He shakes it off to force a smile back onto her painted pink lips, managing a slight, disbelieving shake of her head as she clicks through her menus so that she might see highlighted messages (read: Jackal's messages, specifically) more easily. ] Mods, [ she chuckles, ] it's okay. Let chat have their fun this time. Jackal... [ and she bites her lip, looks into the camera, gaze piercing behind the pink of her lenses. ] I think it's safe to say this run is dead, but... what do you say? If I beat your time, would you consider it?
[ Because it doesn't matter, Kaveh tells himself. Even if Cyno only likes Paradisaea... well, it doesn't matter, because he likes Cyno.
[ to be honest, the difference between kaveh and paradisaea was a little confusing for him to parse - because there was a marked difference indeed. sure, they were the same person in the end, but their behavior patterns were not, and their look was absolutely different. when he'd first begun to understand the nature of his feelings, he had struggled. which was it that he had feelings for?
in the end, he realized it did not matter, for he liked them both, and both were one and the same.
cyno's gaze can't help but drop to those pretty painted lips when parrie smiles, his mind already wandering, wondering how she tastes, how soft her lips must feel; it's enough to make his ears heat up. ]
yes.
[ his answer is instantaneous, without hesitation. ]
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well. nearly over. the sages have been rounded up, the archon is free, irminsul is cleansed.. all that remains is to tie up the loose threads. the cleanup, before everything settles back into place. cyno has only one regret. he'd have the balladeer's head on a spike for what happened to tighnari, when cyno was not there to protect him, but the harbinger's fate is not his to decide. guilt weighs heavy on his heart.
but cyno has a job to do. with lumine slung over his back, and paimon beneath his arm, cyno makes the short trek to gandharva ville under cover of night, his only company the blanketing stars that wink above him. it's an easy enough journey, cyno has made it more times than he can count. he knows every shortcut, every inch of the space between sumeru city and gandharva ville, every step between him and tighnari. for all they have been apart, their new relationship has stood strong against the test of their separation. cyno has made a point to visit a few times since his exile to the desert, to sneak into tighnari's hut in the dead of night and fall into his arms, but those chances have been few and far between. the letters they've written had had to suffice.
now, they can breathe a little more easily. now, things can fall back into some semblance of normalcy.
without preamble, cyno steps into tighnari's hut and unceremoniously slings lumine down onto the bed, and paimon beside her. a few hours pass before they are finally, blessedly alone, tucked away by the water beneath gandharva ville, where the nilotpala lotuses gleam in the moonlight. cyno doesn't hesitate to pull tighnari gently against him, his traveling cloak rustling in the silence, his hands grasping in loose fabric as his head falls heavily to his partner's shoulder. ]
I'm sorry.
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It's of little concern, however, as he's been itching to spend time with Cyno. The Mahamatra has been in town a scant few times since this whole operation began, but all his visits were a few hours long as best, time for a dinner, a game of cards, a kiss. Then he was gone again, to save their Archon. Tighnari's no pining housewife, keeps himself busy with research, tending to his patients, and more recently, fending off Fatui threats. All excellent uses of his time, no matter what Cyno might say.
Still, he lets himself get tugged into Cyno's embrace. The sounds of the water drown out the bustle of the village above, and the canopy of lotuses shield them from view. He kisses Cyno's hair as the other man's head bows, resting on the shoulder that wasn't injured.
The wound is mostly healed, thanks to Tighnari's Dendro vision, though the scar is unlikely to fade; he jokes that it looks shocking on him, but he knows that every time Cyno sees it, he feels a smear of guilt. Stupid man. ]
I told you to stop making a fuss about it. I'm fine.
[ Stupid, dumn, brave, incredible man. ]
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[ cyno has a grand total of one best friend, one partner, one lover, and that person was harmed on his watch.
realistically, cyno knows full well that tighnari can look after himself. he's strong, and fierce when he needs to be. he's knowledgeable, quick, perceptive, and wickedly smart, he stood his ground against several fatui just fine. and yet, cyno still worries. for many years now tighnari has been the most important person in cyno's life, and though he's begun to lower his walls for others, recently, cyno nevertheless cares for tighnari more than he cares for himself. no one has the right to lay so much as a finger on him.
cyno's grasp around him tightens, and he can't help the low growl that resounds from deep in his throat, even as tighnari places a soothing kiss to his hair. cyno's voice is low, threatening. ]
I'd tear him apart with my bare hands, if I could..
[ if it were his call. his say. but the balladeer's fate is to be decided by the archon herself, and cyno will respect her rules, her say, even if whatever she chooses to do with him will not - in cyno's professional opinion - be enough. ]
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[ This time, genuine annoyance seeps into his tone, but Tighnari catches himself and breathes. Stop treating me like a child, he wants to say, but he knows it isn't that. If Cyno thought Tighnari incapable, he would have brought the Traveler to the Birmastan. If Cyno thought Tighnari untrustworthy, he wouldn't have mentioned him to Dehya. That Tighnari even gets to see these feelings; Cyno's anger, his frustration, his exhaustion; is testament to how safe Cyno feels in his presence.
The thing Cyno is upset by, Tighnari reminds himself, isn't the Fatui, or even the Balladeer is particular, though Tighnari is very certain the threat is true.
He's upset at himself, and there's nothing Tighnari can do or say to assuage that. Only time will.
Cyno's guilt is only being added to the growing pile of Tighnari's own troubles, however: he'll soon have to babysit some exiled former Sages; he has to look after the Traveler, who is in a coma, manage poor Paimon, and supervise Haypasia's recovery; Collei is recovered, but she can't handle his duties, and there's the very real possibility she might be considering leaving, now that she's cured. All that on top of his regular duties.
Blessedly, Cyno has always been a taciturn person, and now is no different. Given a space of silence to ruminate, Tighnari decides to press another kiss to that flax-pale hair. ]
Don't be childish. Your revenge fantasy has nothing to do with me.
[ He says it matter-of-factly, but with finality. He shuffles himself sideways, to better cup Cyno's face and kiss him. ]
Be here with me tonight, instead.
[ Because that's an actionable statement that will help both of them feel better. Distance has been hard on them, especially navigating a burgeoning relationship. All Tighnari really wants is a break, just for a few hours, to be in his beloved's arms. ]
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[ cyno recognizes the firm tone of tighnari's voice, and obeys; this man who stands beside him, holds him, kisses him, is one of the scant few in all of sumeru that would not only dare to make gentle demands of the general mahamatra, but also see them respected, heeded. though his blood boils with searing fury still, he trusts tighnari's fair and even judgment.
in time, his righteous ire will fade away, though like as not cyno will always harbor a healthy dose of cold resentment for the balladeer, and a firm reminder to himself to be ever vigilant, ever watchful. if only his touch could undo it, if only he could kiss away the spiderweb scar on his lover's skin that will haunt him every time his hands and lips pass over it. it's vaguely hypocritical, he knows, for tighnari hardly begrudges him his own scars, but cyno's overprotectiveness has ever been one of his scattered pitfalls. it applies to every corner of his life. it is why he does what he does, why he took up the mantle of general mahamatra to begin with - not for the attention, not for the glory, or the status, but for the ultimate authority he can wield in the name of sumeru, to protect her peoples.
cyno may have very few friends and loved ones, but he nevertheless shields all of sumeru beneath his dark wings. at least, that is how he perceives his duty.
but tighnari's kisses soothe the savage beast in his heart, and the hard lines of cyno's shoulders begin to soften beneath his sweeping cloak. he sighs, closes his eyes, leans his face into the warm cup of tighnari's palm. it feels good, just to be with him again, to not feel the tugging urge to move, to go, to work. it's been a long few months. for several lingering seconds, cyno says nothing, only glides his hands down his partner's back, careful, ever careful, always careful of the bandages beneath. ]
I do have a promise to keep, to you.
[ he murmurs, nudging his nose against tighnari's with overt affection.
when it's all over, i will be yours. always. ]
I'm here.
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You do.
[ He smiles into Cyno's mouth, kisses him deeply, gently. Cyno's touch is soft along his wounded edge, and while Tighnari might prefer to be held and touched with less chasteness, he appreciates the care. For the next few hours, he wants to forget all the mess waiting for him back in town.
Fundamentally, he's just glad to be here and to have Cyno back. So many things could have gone wrong during this whole process, beyond just the bolt of lightning. Cyno and the others had truly done the impossible; overthrown the corrupt heads of the Akademiya and rescued a god from captivity.
He pulls away briefly, just to press their foreheads together. ]
I'm proud of you, you know.
[ Of Dehya, the Traveler and the others too, but Cyno in particular. People take the work of the General Mahamatra for granted, or view it at best as a necessary evil, but Cyno had proven in these last few days that he more than deserved his title. So few people ever expressed appreciation for the things he did. ]
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@ tighnauri;
[ cyno isn't prone to effusiveness, but the sight of tighnari's face is enough to bring a muted, but genuine, smile to his face. his friend is one of the few people who easily brings cyno's gentleness out, his easy, hidden warmth.
but it's cold, so he hurries inside. despite having been at a party, cyno is dressed relatively comfortably, in worn, leg-hugging black jeans and converse sneakers, his oversized jackal-eared black hoodie tugged over them. gold bracelets jingle at his wrists, and he wears a golden ring on his left middle finger in the shape of an ankh. closing and locking the door behind him, cyno is sure to kick his shoes off politely by the door before padding further inside. ]
Do you have the raspberry iced tea?
[ once there's space on the table, cyno sets down the box and flips open the lid in a billow of fragrant steam. ]
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Of course.
[ He moves to get Cyno's tea and water for himself -- he's imbibed enough caffeine already today he feels like he's vibrating inside his skin but it explains why his tail can't seem to stay still. He offers Cyno the tea when he comes back in the room, sitting on the floor again cross-legged and putting his water down on the coffee table. ]
I'm so hungry.
[ He says, reaching to grab a piece of the pizza unceremoniously. ]
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Did you remember to eat lunch? .. Breakfast?
[ he doesn't sound judgmental, only mildly concerned; it's not unusual that tighnari might skip meals when he's embroiled in his studies. cyno himself is guilty of this as well. maybe he should've gotten them something a little more nutritious to eat.. ah, well. they're allowed to be unhealthy college students every once in awhile. cyno drops down heavily, sitting beside tighnari with one knee up, the opposite foot tucked beneath him, and snags a slice for himself. he's had a little bit to drink tonight, so it's probably good to get his stomach full. ]
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I had a breakfast shake this morning when I went to check the greenhouse.
[ It's something. He'd barely moved since he'd returned home and buried himself in his studies. He would have rather been in the greenhouse but...everything is important and has it's place. ]
So, tell me more about this event you went to.
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[ still, he'd better eat a proper lunch, tomorrow!! cyno tucks right into his own slice of pizza, taking a big bite. ]
The cat party? Mm.. I thought it was a party for the cats. Like a birthday party for a cat, with its cat friends invited.
[ but no. no. that wasn't it at all.. cyno frowns, tucking his pale hair behind one double pierced ear. ]
There were a couple of real cats there, but uh, it was mostly people.. dressed as cats. I felt very, um, overdressed.
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The other's frown is kind of cute sometimes... ]
You need to ask me to help you vet your social ventures...
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Today is the morning after the new moon, and Tighnari hurries to meet with his God.
Adorned with all the jewels he has been gifted, draped in his loveliest silks, Tighnari knows he hardly looks like the overseer of the royal greenhouses, but these monthly check-ins require a certain gravitas, some decorum. He woke earlier this morning to line his eyes in crimson, to make the teal stand out. The little carmine pot was a gift too, and all the better for it. It's all mostly pomp, but he doesn't resent it. He was born to this, after all, and they are not yet wed.
Access granted, hums the plate at the door after a quick retina-scan, and the heavy stone glides aside for him. He never tires of the sight of the King's quarters, the open skylight letting the cresting sun in, the pool built right beneath it where Tighnari is allowed to tend to a tiny oasis of his own design. A beautiful golden magnolia sits there, dripping an occasional petal onto the fragrant lilies and hibiscus. There is a sitting area with plush carpets and heavy brocade poufs to lounge on, and Tighnari makes a beeline for it, ready to put his materials down next to the honeyed cakes and sweet herbal tea. The Master has left his cards upon the low athel-wood table, but He himself is not yet present, perhaps still bathing after his morning drills.
Tighnari's ears pinken, so he doesn't let himself dwell on the thought. He's just come of age—the wedding isn't until midsummer. A shame his birthday is a few days after the solstice...though both of them respect traditions, he knows the King tires of waiting. ]
I'm here, Cyno.
[ Few people are allowed into the Sanctum. Fewer still allowed to sit upon these chairs, at this little table. And only one person in all the Kingdom is allowed to call out the name of the God-King's Avatar.
Tighnari allows himself a sip of tea while he waits. ]
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tighnari is mortal, but cyno is nevertheless convinced, every time they meet, that the lord of flowers walks among them again, given flesh and form, for little else could explain his perfect loveliness, or give reason to cyno's abject happiness in his presence. even now, hearing him arrive, there is a warm tightness in the god-king's chest. still, he does not change his morning routine. cyno bathes in scented water and applies oils to his bronze skin, combs his long pale hair free of snarls, lines his scarlet eyes in kohl and shimmering gold, but he does not dress in his full regalia, not yet.
there is no real need to stand on ceremony, with tighnari, after all. they are comfortable with one another to a degree which cyno has never known, even among the companionship of his own fellow deiforms, and as tighnari is the only one given explicit, personal permission to call him by his name, so to is he freely allowed to see cyno dressed down in comfortable clothing, looking less like a king, and more a simple man. with his hair still damp and his lower body wrapped in plain silks, cyno emerges into the sanctum on bare feet, his gait smooth and easy, the morning sun filtering through the skylight glinting off of his many gold piercings, and the armbands that hug his biceps.
cyno's gaze settles on the face of his promised, the corners of his eyes softening. ]
Do you like the tea?
[ his fingers, decorated with gold rings, brush the back of tighnari's dark hair as he passes, rounding the table to seat himself comfortably. in the presence of virtually anyone else, cyno would sit up straight, regal and proud and commanding, but with tighnari his posture is softer, more comfortable, one lean leg crossing over the other. ]
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[ it certainly works. between tighnari's teasing, and the way he tongues at his ear, cyno is driven wild, driven wild by unprompted, playful jealousy and fierce, shameless arousal that has him pinning tighnari hard against the arrangement counter.
and then his hands are dropping, seizing the backs of tighnari's thighs in an attempt to lift him up and onto the countertop, with cyno's hips wedged between his thighs. ]
You're so cruel.
[ he purrs, shuddering hard, grinding their hips together again; he's absolutely hard in his tight black jeans. ]
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Me? Oh no, no. It would be cruel to refuse them.
[ Meanwhile, his hips rock against Cyno's. Another shiver works through him feeling that hard length. Tighnari feels another wave of heat bloom from his gut and another hand is already teasing at the hem of those jeans. ]
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Cruel because you think I deserve to suffer.
[ but oh, how he loves suffering at tighnari's hands. cyno groans when tighnari's teeth clamp down on his ear, heat climbing up his neck, and then his thumb, rubbing behind his opposite ear. cyno trembles, his breath rushing, and when tighnari's hand drops to toy at his waistband, he feels a hot squeeze of anticipation in his gut. happy to assist, he's quick to use one hand to quickly unfasten his belt, unbuttoning his jeans and yanking down the fly, and all the while cyno is dipping his head, licking a broad stripe along tighnari's pulse, sucking the tender space behind his jaw. ]
But I'm happy to suffer at your hands.
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It's only fair. I had to get additional soundproofing you know.
[ Because the tattoo parlor is still loud to him. To his ears. It's bearable now, but before? No. Far from it. Not a conversation that needs visited right now, not with the way the tongue along his neck and mouth clamping down make him keen. ]
Hng. Who is the one suffering here...
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That soundproofing is probably for the best..
[ he murmurs, both hands slipping beneath tighnari's shirt, gliding up his abdomen and over the frets of his ribs, thumbing at his nipples until they grow pert beneath his touch. ]
My employees won't hear you when I make you cry my name.
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Nor will they hear when I make you growl mine.
[ Again, not at all meek and liable to be a weeping mess. At least not this early on and not when he can get the other to the point of breaking. Resolve and cool demeanor completely shattered. That's what Tighnari seeks even as Cyno goes for his chest. Makes him gasp and groan, already wanting. ]
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for indigently;
paradisaea is streaming, and cyno is watching closely, as he always does. or, at least, as he has begun to for over a year now, ever since kaveh's followers flooded into his chat to inform him that his record had been broken. he can see kaveh's face, but instead cyno leans his cheek against his knuckles and studies the elegant lines of paradisaea's throat, the way they lead to the sharp shelf of his collarbone. he watches the light flicker and play off of kaveh's fair skin, and he finds himself distracted, no longer paying attention to the game that kaveh is playing, but lost instead in the tufts of blonde hair that curl and tease below his chin.
he's jolted from his reverie by the sound of his name. jackal.
if i manage to beat this score, sure, i'll give jackal a kiss.
cyno has been lurking tonight, he hasn't spoken in kaveh's chat, but now his face warms, and he leans forward instantly, the barest quirk of a smile tugging one corner of his mouth. the sound of his mechanical keyboard fills the space around him. ]
is that so?
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Pog if I hadn't been following this rivalry from the start, I'd have thought jackal was your old friend, said another. A few of them even noticed and remarked on the chemistry between the two, making comments of a type that Kaveh very quickly got around to having his mods delete.
(It's not that he doesn't like Cyno. The opposite is true, actually— and the last thing he wants is to get flustered or uncomfortable on stream— flustered and uncomfortable is Kaveh, not Paradisaea. Having his mods delete the messages means they're often gone before he can see them, which means there's no need to react— or to not react, as the case may be.)
But tonight Kaveh is a little tipsy from the wine he had after dinner and a little giddy after just getting a PB in the single most annoying part of this game's new Any% route— frame-perfect glitch skips are always such a pain, but he's on fire right now— and when his eyes fall on the line of words right before they disappear, he finds himself laughing in Paradisaea's sweet, playful voice. ]
Yeah, alright, [ she says, eyes twinkling in amusement. ] If I manage to beat this score, sure. I'll give Jackal a kiss. [ A wink, and her eyes pull off chat to focus on the game— ]
VaTAOpla: omg she said yes prayge
aloistact:
jackisaea is REAL[message removed]cyndiade: no delete?
GENREFL: I WAS HERE
Roleplayhrab: CatJAM CatJAM CatJAM
smaneTea: I WAS HERE
submaurfo: lol wait isn't jackal in chat rn?
Infusalle:
I ship it tbh[message removed]VaTAOpla: I WAS HERE
Opterian: wait what MonkaS
marynesu: @ submaurfo lol jackal in stream kappa
Consolega: no srsly you can check who's here, just click "community" he's watching rn
cyndiade: omg holy shit jackal MonkaW
smaneTea:
JACKISAEA[message removed]Nantorz: KEKW parrie you fucked up
[ The world seems to slow to a halt as Kaveh's eyes fall back on chat, LiveSplit still happily counting the seconds on an unpaused speedrun shot to hell so soon after a PB segment. Jackal's online? But he hasn't said anything... The streamer is uncharacteristically silent as the click of her mouse sounds repeatedly, opening up the appropriate place on Twitch to see—
And then Jackal's name appears in chat, highlighted per the channel settings, and Kaveh feels heat rush to his cheeks as, for the first time ever, everyone gets to see Paradisaea freeze up for a moment— or two, or three. That's before a forced laugh bubbles to her lips, and a finger twirls in her hair in a way meant to be both playful and sultry, but seems almost hesitant— a hint of Kaveh sneaking through. ]
Jackal! You didn't tell me you'd be on stream today! [ A pause, a breath, and then: ] Were you watching my attempts, or watching me~?
[ How that is meant to salvage the situation, Kaveh doesn't know. ]
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was just lurking while eating dinner.
[ paridisaea's lilt to her voice catches him, however, and cyno feels his face beginning to warm. though he's kept quiet about it, he's sure that his crush on her is quite obvious to anyone who's looking for it. parrie is cute, beautiful, funny, and so is kaveh, even if he's more of a bundle of nerves in reality than behind the camera. paridisaea gives kaveh the chance to shine, to be confident and self-assured, and cyno finds that beautiful.
he shouldn't rile up the chat, but.. ]
but yeah, i was watching you, too.
[ he couldn't help but be honest. cyno's half-eaten dinner is now forgotten, left aside on his desk to cool, where sukkar soon sidles up beside him, sniffing at the plate. cyno rubs her idly between the ears, trying to calm his pounding heart. ]
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But, Kaveh thinks, Cyno likes him—
Although it's a thought supplanted by a sickening horror in the moment immediately after: what if Cyno doesn't like him— what if Cyno only likes her, only likes Paradisaea?
He shakes it off to force a smile back onto her painted pink lips, managing a slight, disbelieving shake of her head as she clicks through her menus so that she might see highlighted messages (read: Jackal's messages, specifically) more easily. ] Mods, [ she chuckles, ] it's okay. Let chat have their fun this time. Jackal... [ and she bites her lip, looks into the camera, gaze piercing behind the pink of her lenses. ] I think it's safe to say this run is dead, but... what do you say? If I beat your time, would you consider it?
[ Because it doesn't matter, Kaveh tells himself. Even if Cyno only likes Paradisaea... well, it doesn't matter, because he likes Cyno.
Besides, she's a part of him, right? ]
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in the end, he realized it did not matter, for he liked them both, and both were one and the same.
cyno's gaze can't help but drop to those pretty painted lips when parrie smiles, his mind already wandering, wondering how she tastes, how soft her lips must feel; it's enough to make his ears heat up. ]
yes.
[ his answer is instantaneous, without hesitation. ]
so you'd better get to work.
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