[ the very tip of tighnari's tail flickers. but this is tighnari; the alligators give him a wide, wide berth, and deservedly so, as he advances on cyno, wading through the water like a seaborn creature himself. tighnari is mere three inches away when he leans in, one hand on cyno's knee. ]
So? [ says he, damn and glistening in the water, ] Show me.
[ cyno's eyes follow him as tighnari slinks through the water, and the moment he is within range, cyno's hands strike out as quick as snakes, seizing tighnari and yanking him into his lap with a splash. ]
[ as expected, cyno is quick. tighnari, who is not really in a hurry to get away, allows himself to be hauled up and out into cyno's lap with a laugh. half-soaked, he settles his weight against him. his retaliation comes in the form of a wet hand pushing through cyno's hair, dragging the silver strands back away from his face.
cyno's eyes look larger like this. tighnari's ears drip. something shivers through him. tighnari's lips part, and then shut - startled. ]
Alright, I'm here - I'm here. And now you're soaked, too. Happy now?
[ soaked, yes, but the water feels nice, wonderfully cool against overheated skin, so he's not complaining, especially when tighnari's hands drag through his hair. with a low hum, he butts their brows together, nudging his nose alongside tighnari's, inhaling his scent. ]
We'll make camp here for the night. It's going to get cold.
[ cyno leans in, and instinctively, tighnari does, too. the long line of his neck is bare, his head lilted as he laughs into the proximity. behind him, his long, soaked tail begins to wag. ]
I'm going to relish the cold. I keep thinking that there must be some merit to those myths from desert tribes, with heroes that shoot down the sun with an arrow. I can think of no better heroic act.
[ cyno's mouth curves into a soft, easy smile, one hand hooking behind tighnari's nape to pull him in, to kiss him on the mouth, soft and sure. how good it feels, to be able to express himself in this way, to feel so close to another person; cyno has never known such warm, easy intimacy. he nips tighnari's lip, kisses him again, breaks away. ]
As a lover of plants, I would think you would have a better appreciation for the sun.
[ cyno smiles. tighnari feels warm in a way that has nothing to do with the sands of the hypostyle, of the unending sear of the sun. he kisses him. tighnari kisses back. the flush of his lips, he knows, will be red tonight. it always is after cyno kisses him. the sensation cards through him once more, and behind him - the green of his tail is a waving, palm-coloured plume.
in turn, tighnari wrinkles his nose. ]
The sun had been about to set my fur on fire! Don't even mention it - I can feel it try again. Come, let's get out of the water. [ the swivel of his ears is sure - but this is cyno's territory. he asks: ] Should we shelter by the ruins, or under the trees?
[ cyno is skilled at reading people, and tighnari makes it all the easier with his features - he's long since learned the language of tighnari's ears and tail. he's pleased, and that pleases cyno. his hands skate down tighnari's back. ]
If your drama could keep you cool, you'd have no trouble surviving the desert. [ he teases, before he's ushering tighnari (regrettably) out of his lap. ] Here, under the trees, should be fine. No tribes hold territory here.
[ cyno's hand slides down the exposed line of his back - and tighnari shivers. the shiver carves through him. it fills him; it makes him hollow. the twitch of his ear is curious - but the moment passes, and the coolness of the moisture from cyno's palm settles. he sighs, and peels himself off of cyno so that he can assess tonight's campsight.
the palm leaves above sway. they will make a fine cover. the blankets on the horses, the branches available... ]
Let's move those rocks over here. [ he points. they aren't particularly large, but they'll serve as a good way to hold branches in place. tighnari stand, and absently reaches for his tail so he can wring water out of his fur. ] Also, can you find a branch long enough to reach the canopy? I'd like some of the nuts from the trees; after we've eaten them, the shells of the largest ones can be used to boil some soup.
[ the shiver is not lost on him, cyno feels it rippling against his palms, and it makes warmth bloom in his belly; tighnari often has this effect on him. but there's work to be done. once they've seen to camp and eaten, there will be plenty of time for them to rest, and indulge in one another.
and so they set to work. ]
No need for a branch for that.
[ instead, cyno leaps deftly onto the dip of the nearest palm's trunk, swinging himself easily upward, climbing to the apex of the tree to collect its nuts with little enough effort. ]
[ heh. tighnari grins. it takes but a moment for him to fetch his bow - and then, he is aiming, the cant of his head thoughtful. the next nut that cyno reaches for is shot from its branch.
tighnari looks up. ]
You're right. No need for a branch.
[ he nocks his arrow. he points at the next tree. the challenge is clear. ]
[ oh, so it's to be a contest, is it? cyno would like to think he isn't competitive, but.. the moment tighnari takes aim at the next tree, cyno feels his adrenaline spike. all right, then. crouching, cyno tenses and leaps straight into the next palm, seizing the trunk and shaking it. ajilenakh nuts tumble freely into the sands. ]
[ light a bolt from the blue, tighnari thinks. cyno in motion is visceral. he is lighting, and he is the resounding clap of thunder. he is a jagged line that blitzes into the canopy, and before long, nuts rain down. tighnari laughs. ]
Is this a contest of skill, or brute force? [ but his bow is already nocked and pointed towards an even further tree. his arrow sails - and crumbles upon impact. the shards split, the force of which concusses. the ajilenakh nuts spill from their mooring.
his bow turns again. ]
Across the oasis, Cyno. [ he nocks another arrow. another tree across the pond is in sight. ]
[ for all his great strength, people do not often expect cyno to be nimble as well, but the general mahamatra must excel in all things physical, and cyno's entire body is his weapon. leaping from palm to palm is child's play.
.. as is this silly contest, and yet!! he cannot help himself. still - how clever of tighnari, to make use of an arrow in this way; cyno had expected that his weakness here would be his inability to strike more than one nut. hmm. he could use the power of electro.. but that seems a little excessive, for a contest like this.
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leaping to the top of the tree, cyno calls down not one, not two, but three bolts of electro, which nip the top of three palms. a veritable deluge of nuts cascades down. he puffs out his chest. ]
i can't. the only thing i'm thinking of this entire time is 'deez nuts' im so sorry SCREAMS
[ tighnari laughs. the oasis echoes with it as he finally lowers his bow. it's a concession. he is hardly too proud to admit defeat. the nuts roll across the sands. hanan trots over to one, and begins nibbling on its shell. ]
Fine, fine! The former General Mahamatra can knock the most nuts off their branches. I concede. [ tighnari lifts both his hands in the universal gesture for surrender. but he's still smiling as he does so, the tip of his tail waving back and forth. cyno moves like a bolt of light - he is, after all, tighnari's. the thought warms him; it lingers. ] Now, any more tricks? Can your electro somehow gather up all our nuts, or is this something that we must do hand by hand?
honestly the amount of nuts jokes that could be made is staggering
[ .. let's all admit that cyno was going a bit overboard, using electro to win this contest; he shouldn't be so cocky. yet he looks all too proud of himself. at least, until tighnari goes on. ]
Ah. Well.. [ a beat. ] .. by hand it is.
[ suitably abashed, he slips down from the palm and back to the sands to set to work gathering them up. ]
[ tighnari tosses one of their blankets across the oasis. it is buoyed by the fact that it has been balled up and moistened with oasis water, just heavy enough to be lobbed like a ball. ]
Use this. You can wrap the nuts into a bundle; it makes up for the lack of a basket.
[ you're so smart, tighnari. catching the damp ball, cyno nods, shaking it open and draping it across his forearms; then it's back to work. working in a circle around the oasis, cyno gathers as many as he is able to carry in the makeshift sack. soon enough he is returning triumphant, arms full, sitting in the sands to open the blanket.
then begins the tedious process of cracking them all open. ]
I'm going to miss your clever mind, when you're back in Aaru Village.
[ tighnari, who is already sitting with a pile of his own nuts spilling forth from the woven saddle blanket, grins a crooked grin. the sun's baked his tail dry; he can feel the onset of sunburn coming on. it's why he's slipped into the shadow of the palms, looking up only when cyno arrives to join him.
he makes room in the shade. ]
Will you? You seen clever enough without me. [ and here, a huff- ] And my mind is hardly clever at the height of the sun. It slows the way I think. [ ... ] I suppose I don't like it, the slowness.
[ he can admit that much, without shame. since the moment they met, they've spent a good amount of time together. cyno has grown used to having tighnari beside him, and since escaping the gala, they've felt more or less like partners in crime. strange, considering how accustomed cyno was to working alone.
at any rate, one by one, they crack open the nuts. cyno pauses on one, to scoop the meat free and enjoy a bite. ]
[ tighnari's head dips. he puts aside a cracked nut, and starts on another with a hum. ]
I haven't dealt with it with as much grace as I likely should. [ one, pale hand reaches for cyno's. he slips his pinky against cyno's, and gives it an affectionate tug. ] Well, I'll miss having someone to complain to.
[ it's so easy for tighnari to pull smiles from cyno - effortless. cyno's thumb runs along the ridges of tighnari's knuckles, before he's cracking nuts again. ]
Maybe not, but it's been a little entertaining, at least. [ a light chuckle. ] But you'll be better off in the village. I'm sure you'll be able to put that cleverness to good use.
I'll have people to interview, at least. The palm trees have yet to talk back out here.
[ a helpless little breath. the next nut gets pulverised under tighnari's fist. he picks apart its shell. ] The Flame-Mane has proven to be elusive, however. Perhaps she's already returned to Caravan Ribat, and we simply passed her by.
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So? [ says he, damn and glistening in the water, ] Show me.
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cyno's eyes look larger like this. tighnari's ears drip. something shivers through him. tighnari's lips part, and then shut - startled. ]
Alright, I'm here - I'm here. And now you're soaked, too. Happy now?
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[ soaked, yes, but the water feels nice, wonderfully cool against overheated skin, so he's not complaining, especially when tighnari's hands drag through his hair. with a low hum, he butts their brows together, nudging his nose alongside tighnari's, inhaling his scent. ]
We'll make camp here for the night. It's going to get cold.
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I'm going to relish the cold. I keep thinking that there must be some merit to those myths from desert tribes, with heroes that shoot down the sun with an arrow. I can think of no better heroic act.
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As a lover of plants, I would think you would have a better appreciation for the sun.
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in turn, tighnari wrinkles his nose. ]
The sun had been about to set my fur on fire! Don't even mention it - I can feel it try again. Come, let's get out of the water. [ the swivel of his ears is sure - but this is cyno's territory. he asks: ] Should we shelter by the ruins, or under the trees?
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If your drama could keep you cool, you'd have no trouble surviving the desert. [ he teases, before he's ushering tighnari (regrettably) out of his lap. ] Here, under the trees, should be fine. No tribes hold territory here.
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the palm leaves above sway. they will make a fine cover. the blankets on the horses, the branches available... ]
Let's move those rocks over here. [ he points. they aren't particularly large, but they'll serve as a good way to hold branches in place. tighnari stand, and absently reaches for his tail so he can wring water out of his fur. ] Also, can you find a branch long enough to reach the canopy? I'd like some of the nuts from the trees; after we've eaten them, the shells of the largest ones can be used to boil some soup.
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and so they set to work. ]
No need for a branch for that.
[ instead, cyno leaps deftly onto the dip of the nearest palm's trunk, swinging himself easily upward, climbing to the apex of the tree to collect its nuts with little enough effort. ]
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tighnari looks up. ]
You're right. No need for a branch.
[ he nocks his arrow. he points at the next tree. the challenge is clear. ]
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Is this a contest of skill, or brute force? [ but his bow is already nocked and pointed towards an even further tree. his arrow sails - and crumbles upon impact. the shards split, the force of which concusses. the ajilenakh nuts spill from their mooring.
his bow turns again. ]
Across the oasis, Cyno. [ he nocks another arrow. another tree across the pond is in sight. ]
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.. as is this silly contest, and yet!! he cannot help himself. still - how clever of tighnari, to make use of an arrow in this way; cyno had expected that his weakness here would be his inability to strike more than one nut. hmm. he could use the power of electro.. but that seems a little excessive, for a contest like this.
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leaping to the top of the tree, cyno calls down not one, not two, but three bolts of electro, which nip the top of three palms. a veritable deluge of nuts cascades down. he puffs out his chest. ]
i can't. the only thing i'm thinking of this entire time is 'deez nuts' im so sorry SCREAMS
Fine, fine! The former General Mahamatra can knock the most nuts off their branches. I concede. [ tighnari lifts both his hands in the universal gesture for surrender. but he's still smiling as he does so, the tip of his tail waving back and forth. cyno moves like a bolt of light - he is, after all, tighnari's. the thought warms him; it lingers. ] Now, any more tricks? Can your electro somehow gather up all our nuts, or is this something that we must do hand by hand?
honestly the amount of nuts jokes that could be made is staggering
Ah. Well.. [ a beat. ] .. by hand it is.
[ suitably abashed, he slips down from the palm and back to the sands to set to work gathering them up. ]
seriously, face in hands
[ tighnari tosses one of their blankets across the oasis. it is buoyed by the fact that it has been balled up and moistened with oasis water, just heavy enough to be lobbed like a ball. ]
Use this. You can wrap the nuts into a bundle; it makes up for the lack of a basket.
smh....!! keeps typing about nuts..
then begins the tedious process of cracking them all open. ]
I'm going to miss your clever mind, when you're back in Aaru Village.
LMAO
he makes room in the shade. ]
Will you? You seen clever enough without me. [ and here, a huff- ] And my mind is hardly clever at the height of the sun. It slows the way I think. [ ... ] I suppose I don't like it, the slowness.
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[ he can admit that much, without shame. since the moment they met, they've spent a good amount of time together. cyno has grown used to having tighnari beside him, and since escaping the gala, they've felt more or less like partners in crime. strange, considering how accustomed cyno was to working alone.
at any rate, one by one, they crack open the nuts. cyno pauses on one, to scoop the meat free and enjoy a bite. ]
But I can understand how that must frustrate you.
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I haven't dealt with it with as much grace as I likely should. [ one, pale hand reaches for cyno's. he slips his pinky against cyno's, and gives it an affectionate tug. ] Well, I'll miss having someone to complain to.
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Maybe not, but it's been a little entertaining, at least. [ a light chuckle. ] But you'll be better off in the village. I'm sure you'll be able to put that cleverness to good use.
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[ a helpless little breath. the next nut gets pulverised under tighnari's fist. he picks apart its shell. ] The Flame-Mane has proven to be elusive, however. Perhaps she's already returned to Caravan Ribat, and we simply passed her by.
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WHEEZES BLOOD
yells into my hands with glee
launches into ur arms
swings u in circles
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a literal thousand years later...
touches ur paws with my paws..
skips thru a field with our paws joined