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I wish I could just keep him here forever
#shoutout to Nayab over there in the corner#but I'm ofc talking about Cyno#idk how long he is going to stay. I've left the cafe a couple times and come back in and he hasn't disappeared so far#idk if he'd leave if I left the city or if he's gonna disappear tomorrow or what#all I know is Fukumoto said ''that man is my next Yugioh'' and I'm so glad#Genshin Impact //#Cyno //#Tighnari //
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"Nayab Singh Sworn In as Haryana's Chief Minister: All Eyes on Tomorrow's Crucial Floor Test"
Nayab Singh Haryana chief minister, floor test Haryana, tomorrow floor test Haryana, Nayab Singh sworn in, Haryana politics Witness history as Nayab Singh takes charge as Haryana’s Chief Minister. Stay tuned for the crucial floor test tomorrow! All eyes are on Nayab Singh’s leadership.
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Exciting news from the political realm! Haryana witnessed a significant transition as Nayab…
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आज होगा नायब सिंह सैनी सरकार का फ्लोर टेस्ट, समझें हरियाणा विधानसभा का गणित
आज होगा नायब सिंह सैनी सरकार का फ्लोर टेस्ट, समझें हरियाणा विधानसभा का गणित
Haryana CM Nayab Singh Saini: लोकसभा चुनाव से ठीक पहले नाटकीय अंदाज में हरियाणा में बीजेपी की ही नई सरकार का गठन हो गया है। मनोहर लाल की जगह नायब सिंह सैनी ने हरियाणा के मुख्यमंत्री की शपथ ले ली।
उनके साथ पांच मंत्रियों ने भी शपथ ली है। वहीं नई सरकार के गठन के बाद ही विधानसभा का विशेष सत्र बुधवार को बुलाया गया है। आज मुख्यमंत्री सैनी को विधानसभा में बहुमत साबित करना है। हरियाणा विधानसभा का गणित…
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Loksewa Publishes Nayab Subba Vacancy 2080
Loksewa Aayog Nepal (Public Service Commission, Nepal) has published Nayab Subba Vacancy 2080. The vacancy notice for Nayab Subba has been published as per the schedule of PSC.
The published Nayab Subba vacancy includes notice for promotion based on age, promotion based on performance evaluation, and open and inclusive competitive examination.
The Public Service Commission has also published…
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Spotlight on Spectacular SWANASA Stars, Part 4
Spotlight on Spectacular SWANASA Stars, Part 4
On this Christmas day, we continue our ongoing spotlight series on some rather amazing SWANASA (South West Asia, North Africa, and South Asia) actors that you should know, whether they are well known or not. What they have in common is that not only are they are all terrific artists but wonderful human beings that have come to our attention recently in their art and advocacy. Here are the eight…
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Festival des films de l’Asie du sud de Montréal au Saguenay Édition 2023
Du 13 au 15 octobre prochain
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GSSSB Nayab Nirikshak Result 2022 | OJAS Deputy Inspector cut off
GSSSB Nayab Nirikshak Result 2022 | OJAS Deputy Inspector cut off
Gaun Seva Pasandgi Mandal (GSSSB) has Released Nayab Nirikshak List of Eligible-Ineligible Candidates for Physical Efficiency Test 2022 and Select List / Waiting List. OJAS Maru Gujarat Select List Nayab Nirikshak(Deputy Inspector) Bharti Exam Result 2022. GSSSB Nayab Nirikshak (GSSSB/201819/186) Final Result Cut Off Marks & Final Merit List 2022 Pdf Download @…
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Haryana News: हिसार में होने वाला समारोह होगा ऐतिहासिक: सांसद नायब सैनी
Haryana News: हिसार में होने वाला समारोह होगा ऐतिहासिक: सांसद नायब सैनी
महाराजा शूरसेन जयंती के लिए दिया न्यौता
रेवाडी /धारूहेडा: सांसद नायब सिंह सैनी ने कहा कि महाराजा शूरसेन जयंती के अवसर पर 20 दिसंबर को हिसार में होने वाला राज्य स्तरीय समारोह ऐतिहासिक होगा। इस समारोह में मुख्यमंत्री मनोहर लाल मुख्यातिथि के रूप में उपस्थित होंगे।
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वह नंदरामपुर बास रोड स्थित सैनी धर्मशाला…
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𝐀 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐏𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬 : 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞
wanderer x gn! reader ; no use of y/n ; 5+1 things format ; mostly fluff and humour
DISCLAIMER: i have never written an academic thesis before, but oh well.
brief cw for a scene where reader and wanderer beat up a drunk man :) also, it's implied that wanderer once had a past baby crush on niwa :]
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It started with aggravated assault. You know, as most love stories do. In the Wanderer's defence, he didn't instigate it on purpose, for once. Not that Buer would accept the excuse should he tell her such, but it's about the principle of the thing, after all.
It was a regular day in Sumeru, bustling with merchants and travellers alike. Buer had sent him to fetch her Candied Ajilenakh Nuts from the Puspa Cafe. Well, in truth she had just mentioned in passing that she was running low on her favourite snack, but it's practically the same thing, if you asked the Wanderer. He would have ended up making the trip either way. So really, it was a perfectly reasonable excuse if he was acting just a bit more irritable that day, thank you very much.
The room smelled of charcoal and a warm sugary scent, assaulting his nose the moment he stepped foot inside the cafe. He never was a fan of sweets. His footsteps fell soft against the carpet floors, the sound drowned out by the gushing water fountain and the chatter of customers. The message board was chock full of nonsensical scribbles and adverts as per usual, papers fluttering gently, held in place by their push pins.
As he stands in line to wait for his turn, he vaguely notes down the other patrons; most he did not recognise, but some did frequent the establishment enough for him to know them by name. There was Nayab, the laidback matra with an odd fixation on card game strategies. Iris, the sharp scholar who seemed intent on studying all things King Deshret. Izem, the weathered old man who took his coffee bitter, who was awkward in the prospect of a peaceful life. Of course, he only knew as much about these strangers thanks to the chatty nature of Sumeru locals, and his numerous errand runs involving Buer's sweet tooth.
When he finally reaches the counter, an unfamiliar face greets him instead of the acting manager. Come to think of it, he can't seem to spot Gata either. The new cashier, you, beamed politely at him.
"Good morning, what can I get for you?"
"Candied Ajilenakh Nuts." He drops a hefty pouch of mora on the register.
You carefully tilt open the bag, counting the amount he'd given, and your eyes go wide at the sight. "That much?"
He nods. A spark of recognition flashes in your expression.
"Ah!" you snap your fingers, "Enteka mentioned you might pop up. Candied Ajilenakh Nuts, coming right up!"
Just what has the acting manager been telling her employees? Well, it wasn't his business to know, and you seemed decently competent at your job. So long as he got the stupid nuts.
He was watching you work while he waited, when the doors of the cafe burst open.
"Eyyya..enteka!" A man stumbles in, face flushed in a sickly hue. His words slurred together into an incomprehensible mess. Great, a fucking drunkard.
He hears you mutter quietly under your breath. "Fucking drunkard."
Huh. Good to know someone shared the sentiment.
"Entekaaaarghfh.. whereryou.." The man wobbles up to the register. The other customers pinched their nose as he passed by; he reeked of cheap alcohol and dry vomit.
The Wanderer watched the drunk man wag a finger accusingly in your face.
"Yergh.. You're not Een..theyka!"
"Unfortunate for you, no. You must be the nuisance from last night." you smile tightly. The Wanderer sees murder in your eyes. The drunk man, however, remained oblivious as ever.
"Where.. where's she..?" the man swayed back and forth, craning his neck as if looking for the woman.
"That's none of your business." you stare him down. "I'm afraid I must ask you to leave, sir."
And of course, because demanding drunk bastards are rarely ever cooperative by nature, the man slams a fist rather pathetically and starts to yell. Nonsense about being lied to, about being led on and calling Enteka all manners of names that weren't appropriate for a family friendly cafe.
The Wanderer briefly considers intervening, but then you were all but leaping over the counter like a rabid dog, punting the man backwards with a heavy thwack. He, and everyone else in the cafe, stands frozen momentarily, bewildered by your sudden 180 from picture perfect employee to.. this.
"What the fuck?!" the man speaks clearer, sobered from the unexpected blow.
"That's for harassing my friend."
"I'll – hic – I'll fucken' report you!"
"Go for it then, coward." you scoff, and point towards the door. "Go on, leave. Make your report."
The man shuffles his feet, indignant, and you turn your back to return behind the register, but then the asshole goes for a foul ambush, and the Wanderer watches you turning a split second too late, and–
He yanks the man back by his neck, hand closed tight. Anemo energy rushes to his fingertips in warning. The drunkard writhes in his grasp.
"Some of us have important things to be doing." he hisses, and lets the man drop to the floor. "Stop. You're an embarrassment to yourself."
You have your mouth agape, eyes blown wide from the attempted attack, but you snap out of it quick. As the man struggles to stand properly, you're already fisting the collar of his shirt, dragging him to the exit yourself.
The man bellows in a last ditch attempt at retaliation. "Is this how you treat your patrons?!"
"Oh, I don't actually work here!" you reply cheerily, glaring daggers at the manchild. "In no way do my actions reflect on the service quality of Puspa Cafe™!"
What.
"What??"
"Bye now, you're banned by the way!" you chuck the man out onto the streets. An eremite from the corps of thirty seemed to appear from thin air, striding over to apprehend the man. You call out to the mercenary. "Thanks Rima!"
She nods back. "Nothing escapes my eyes."
You grin and shut the doors, turning to face the people in the room. "Sorry for the disturbance everyone, as you were!"
The customers relaxed, simmering back into their hushed chatter and quiet laughs. Whether they were grateful for your intervention or simply paralysed with bafflement, the Wanderer wasn't quite sure himself. You head back towards the counter, but pause in front of him.
"Thanks. For earlier." You dig the heel of your shoe into the carpet, somewhat sheepish. He catches the glint of a vision hanging delicately against your waist. He wonders briefly why you didn't use it earlier.
He huffs, looking away. "I just wanted the damn snack."
"Oh, right!" you gasp softly, snapping your fingers. "Oh archons I'm so sorry I'll get them right away."
True to your word, he has a large paper bag stuffed full of Candied Ajilenakh Nuts shoved into his hands within seconds. It smelled disgustingly sweet, just how Buer liked it.
"Thought you didn't work here." he comments.
"That's true, I don't!" you smile, and refuse to elaborate further. Not that he needed much explanation, he's guessed most of the story from your altercation with that drunkard. He supposes the acting manager would return to her work soon now.
He leaves, and thinks that would be the last he'd ever see of you. And if Buer commented on his distant expression when he returned, then he's liable to the right to remain silent.
He's proven wrong that same evening, when he finds you lingering in front of the Sanctuary of Surasthana.
"You." he deadpans, because he can't quite think of anything else to say.
"Me." you beam, much more genuinely than the first time you smiled at him. You're carrying a large container in your hands. "Good to know I'm not forgettable after all."
"Hard to be with the stunt you pulled." he shakes his head. "What do you want?"
"Yeesh, Enteka wasn't kidding, you're a real grump. Here." you gesture to the box you were holding. "Figured I owed a proper thank you."
He looks at the thing warily. "You're not trying to poison Lesser Lord Kusanali through me, are you?"
You laugh. "Oh yeah. Totally, I'm attempting to harm an archon and her aide via homemade Havalmadz."
He raises a brow. "Considering it's Lesser Lord Kusanali's favourite dish, it's plausible, you know. That's just more suspicious, idiot."
"Wait, really?" you squawk, looking genuinely flustered. "I assumed.. shit, I thought the Haval addict here was you."
You started to ramble your apologies. As amusing as it was, he wasn't that much of a sadist as people would believe. He sighs and takes the gift from your hands.
"Wait–wait, you actually want that?"
"Yeah, sure, whatever." Buer would certainly want it. He didn't indulge in eating as much, but you didn't need to know that. "...thanks too, I guess."
You blink once, twice, and your lips spit into a blinding grin, eyes crinkled in joy. The Wanderer feels his grip falter momentarily at the sight.
"See you around then!"
You leave, and he's left with ringing ears and a flutter in his chest and oh fuck no he was not going to go through this again. He blasts himself in the face with anemo, leaving his hair swept back and his hat skewered wrong. Snap out of it.
He wasn't dumb. He's felt this ridiculous emotion before, back when Niwa would hold their hands together in unfamiliar places, back when Niwa taught him in his gentle voice, back when..
Back when Niwa was alive.
He didn't know what it meant, back then. The feeling. Not that it made any difference, he was over it now, and all he can do is make peace with his loss. The loss of a companion dear to him, one of many.
Such was his curse, to lose the things he loved infinitely, watching them succumb to their mortality over and over through time. Such was his burden as an immortal puppet.
He clutches the Havalmadz in his arms. He's got Buer now, he supposes. A wise and intelligent conversational partner, an archon whom he was proud to assist, frivolous errands aside. He had his papers, his accidental academic career in the Vahumana Darshan. He had his awkward somewhat acquaintanceships with those people from the Interdarshan Championship, crazy event that it was.
Realistically, it was enough to fulfill him. He had no need for unexpected variables. He had plenty of things for himself now, plenty of theses to write.
In fact, he thinks as he retreats into the sanctuary, he'll write a thesis on exactly why he shouldn't involve himself any further with you, comprising the points he'd spontaneously thought of and will continue to think of. An antithesis, if you will (Archons, he should stop hanging around that Mahamatra). He'd like to think he was a man of reason, after everything he's been through.
Buer greets him from the centre of the room, her favourite spot to ponder.
"Hello, Hat Guy. You look like you had fun." She smiles serenely, though her eyes sparkle with delight.
He's stopped trying to get Buer to call him anything else at this point. He ignores the comment, and instead holds out the Havalmadz.
"Someone sent this for you." he says simply, but he knew Buer could read between the lines. He's heard that parents often have an instinct for that–not that he sees her as a parent or anything. She thanks him happily, and doesn't point anything out, to his relief.
He'll surely get over his fascination with you soon.
©wanderstarr..!!
to be cross posted on ao3! later bc its like 1 am rn and im tjred. i'll probably need to edit this later. this got too long to be a oneshot, but it's much shorter than what i have planned for the android scara fic. just a little something to get me out of writer's block, bc i love describing fantasy settings hehe. still working out how to make aesthetic tumblr fic posts,, enjoy!
#kunikuzushi x reader#wanderer x reader#scaramouche x reader#genshin x reader#genshin impact#genshin wanderer#kunikuzushi#wanderer#wanderer fanfic#wanderer drabble#scaramouche#scaramouche fluff#wanderer fluff#genshin fluff#genshin imagines#wanderer imagines#scaramouche imagines#writing#azai's#a lovesick puppets antithesis
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hello! i just wanted to say that i absolutely love your game!! i love seeing my religion be part of my favourite genre of games (otome). my favourite is nayab so far, he is absolutely my type in every way possible haha. i hope my ask doesn't come off as too weird, thank you so much for making this visual novel. i'll be eagerly anticipating the next update! <33
I'm still surprised when people say anything about the prologue because I seriously wasn't expecting it to get as much traction as it
That aside, thank you so much for giving it the time of day, and I'm really glad you feel seen - that was the whole point!
I hope you can be patient with me ❤️
#and no this didn't come across as weird#it's very sweet thank you anon <3#anonymous#nayab#muslim monster marriage#answered asks
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When you send him your picture in desi wear and he casually says this:
In English we say you are precious But in urdu we say.. teri seerat saaf seeshe ki trah mere daman me daag hazaro hai,me khoya hua logo ki bheed me hu,tu nayab kisi patthar ki tarah chamakti hui mehfooz kisi kinaare pe hai
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I rewrote the conversation with Collei in my eleazar!cyno fic because it didn't fit, but I decided I'd post it here as an outtake!
Wow, it's 2,287 words. That's like a short one-shot in itself. Oh well, here! You can see which sections I took verbatim, which I rewrote, and which I cut entirely. It has a very different vibe than the one I eventually went with.
Let me know if you're interested in seeing more cut sections and outtakes. They're often not as long as complete ar this one, but I saved them all.
Also sorry for the spacing tumblr likes adding an additional one and I wasn't sure whether getting rid of them made it harder to read since it's so long. Let me know if it's harder this way and I'll fix it.
You can read the fic in its entirety here!
Chapter 5, last scene, Collei & Cyno's discussion:
“Master Cyno?” Collei asked.
He looked up from his seat by the window to find her hovering in the doorway, looking unsure of herself.
“Collei,” he greeted, uncurling himself to face her more easily. “What is it?”
He hadn’t seen a lot of Collei outside of his physical therapy, especially not without Tighnari at her side. Cyno suspected it was difficult for her to see him like this. Her memories of their time in Mondstadt had always been a challenge for their relationship, but it was probably worse now. He was frail where he used to be strong, and even weeks of recovery had barely helped that (much to his growing frustration).
Collei hesitated. “Oh, um, well, I was wondering if- no, wait,” she stopped herself and took a deep breath, straightening her back before she continued. “You and I are going to play TCG. I have a deck for you and everything. It was a gift from a matra named Nayab?” She said it like a question, even though it clearly wasn’t supposed to be. “Um. Mahamatra Taj brought it.”
That was the first Cyno had heard of such a gift. He raised an eyebrow at Collei’s forwardness and silently noted to himself to look into why Nayab was sending him TCG decks.
She flushed beneath his gaze and looked away, fidgeting.
“Miss Lisa told me not to ask you if you wanted to do something, but just to tell you we’re doing it. She said you’d refuse if you aren’t feeling well, even if it’s something you usually like, and, um, Kaveh agreed when I mentioned it.”
Ah, so Lisa put her up to this. That wasn’t surprising—it sounded just like something she would do. Part of Cyno wanted to feel irritated at Lisa’s—and apparently Kaveh’s—intervention, but he knew she meant well, even if he didn’t want to admit that she was right. It was a lesson from their shared Akademiya years, when Cyno had avoided things because he felt too stressed to enjoy them, or hadn’t thought he deserved the break. He thought he’d moved on from that habit, but maybe Cyno wasn’t so far removed from his youth as he’d believed.
Genius Invokation was never something he’d ignored before. It was the only hobby he really had, but as Cyno’s health had waned, so too had his desire to play. He just didn’t have the energy or time. All of his once well-loved decks were probably still sitting on a dust covered shelf in his apartment.
He didn’t really want to play now, either. Maybe it was because he was tired, or the way his hands ached, or that he simply wanted to stew alone as he thought of his mistakes. TGC represented something from before to him, although Cyno wasn’t yet sure what that meant.
Collei was still waiting for his response, shifting anxiously as she did, and Cyno couldn’t deny her this. He couldn’t deny her anything, really.
“Okay,” he said, and she gave him a hesitant smile.
Standing hurt. It was something he had taken for granted before his illness. His muscles were still weak and it would take months for him to be able to walk unsupported, if he would ever be able to again—it was something he tried not to think about, fear curling deep within his chest at the thought of his abilities changing so drastically. At least he was strong enough for crutches now. They were made from slender wood that reached his forearm, partially wrapping around it in a cuff. A leather wrapped handle at hand height allowed him to grip them comfortably. It wasn’t perfect—Cyno’s arms were weak and even more prone to fatigue than his legs—but it worked well enough for short distances and was easier to use than the alternatives. Gandharva Ville wasn’t known for its accessibility.
Collei didn’t offer to help as he hobbled his way toward the table. He was grateful for it. Cyno wasn’t a particularly prideful individual, but he wasn’t sure he could bear that from the child he had saved. It was bad enough when he had to rely on Kaveh or Tighnari for such simple things.
He sat at the table and leaned his crutches against a nearby chair, relieved to be off his feet. Collei watched hesitantly, likely feeling somewhat awkward, before she finally joined him.
The deck boxes were well made from beautiful wood and leather. Collei handed him both of them to pick between, and Cyno glanced through each deck.
They were competitive and synergistic, which was exactly the play style he enjoyed. Somebody had spent a lot of time and money on these.
“You said this was a gift from Nayab?” Cyno asked, looking up at her.
Collei bit her lip and nodded. “He gave them to Mahamatra Taj for you. I think a few of the other matra helped too?”
Cyno’s hands were gentle, almost reverent, as he looked through the cards again. An emotion he couldn’t name welled up in his chest.
It shouldn’t have been surprising. Cyno had played hundreds of games with his matra to pass the time on long missions or after working hours. It was one of the few ways his subordinates could convince him to go out with them. Nayab, in particular, had spent months trying to convince him to play during the worst of his sickness. And yet, to know that they had paid such close attention to his favourite cards that they could imitate a deck he would create showed a level of care he hadn’t thought possible from anybody but his closest friends.
“I hope you one day realize how truly cared about you are, Cyno,” Taj had said.
Shaking himself from his reverie, he picked the more complicated of the decks and gave the other to Collei. She always preferred the more straightforward tactics, but she had been branching out the last time they had played, several months prior.
There was a routine to TCG, and despite the time that had passed, Cyno fell into it with ease. He felt himself relaxing as they played.
Draw, roll, play cards, attack, pass turn.
He was never one to make conversation during games, but even he could feel the tension growing between them. It felt like the moment before a wave’s crash, when the water pulled back with the tide before rushing forward to slam against rocks and stone.
Cyno cleared his throat.
“How are you doing?” he asked, hoping to break the tension that felt like cracking ice. “Have you lessons been going well?”
“They’ve been fine,” Collei said. “The other Forest Watchers have been helping for the last few weeks, since Master Tighnari has been busy.” She kept her attention on her cards.
Right. Tighnari had been with him, so Collei would have had to get her instruction elsewhere.
He wondered if she’d felt hopeless for those long weeks, when her illness progressed as his did—albeit not as severely. Did she even want to continue her education knowing how little time she’d had left? Did her goals change now that there wasn’t a death sentence hanging over her head? Collei was so young. She’d never had the opportunity for dreams without the reality of her Eleazar shattering the image, no matter how carefully constructed. Cyno was lucky that way. His illness appeared in adulthood, although he wondered if he would have done anything different if his condition had been more similar to Collei’s. He suspected his decisions in life would have remained that same.
He felt a hollow pang in his chest at the thought.
Cyno cleared his throat. “Are you planning on staying in Gandharva Ville?” he asked.
Collei played a card. Her brows furrowed.
“Why wouldn’t I?” she asked.
“I just thought maybe there was something else you’d want to do now that your Eleazar is cured.”
She dealt three damage to his active character.
“Gandharva Ville is my home. I wouldn’t leave it just because of that. I want to become a Forest Watcher and a medic. Only Master Tighnari can teach me those things.” Her voice was steady, but there was a hint of something else in it.
They both rolled for the start of the turn.
Cyno played two cards and passed to her. The tension seemed to grow with each moment.
“Collei,” he said the next time it was his turn. He kept his gaze on his cards so that he wouldn’t have to face her. “It’s okay if you’re uncomfortable around me. You don’t have to force yourself.”
He motioned for her to take her turn, and Collei slammed a card onto the table.
“I’m not uncomfortable around you,” she snapped with uncharacteristic anger. Or, rather, uncharacteristic of her for the last few years. It was closer to the fury she held when they’d first met.
She took a deep breath, visibly calming herself. “I’m hurt and I’m angry.”
Oh.
“Collei-” he began, unsure of what to say, but she cut him off.
“How could you?” she asked, some of the fury returning to her voice. “You told me to trust people, to let them in, to trust you, and then you lied for years! I understand not telling me, but how could you keep it a secret from Master Tighnari? I thought you loved him.”
“I do-”
“I thought you were dead when I first found him crying on the floor,” she sounded choked. “He was holding one of your shirts and I thought- but no, you were just dying from an illness you hid despite knowing it’s something I had too!”
Her words were quiet when she spoke next, as if all the fight had fled her. “I couldn’t travel to see you,” she whispered. “I had to wait here for Lisa’s letters because Tighnari was too devastated to write. You would have died and I wouldn’t have even had the chance to say goodbye.”
She tightened her hands into fists, staring down at the cards in front of her. Cyno knew she wasn’t crying—Collei refused to allow that if she could help it—but she was close to it.
He reached across the table to lay a hand over one of her fists, a steady ache between his ribs from knowing just how much he had affected her. It was naïve to think otherwise, and yet...
“I’m sorry,” he said. “Collei, I'm so sorry. I never meant for any of this to happen.”
“Then why?” she asked in that same meek voice. It reminded Cyno of Mondstadt, of the little girl so desperate for somebody to trust, somebody to care for her.
He squeezed her fist.
“I can’t tell you,” he said. “I don’t really know myself. All of my thoughts were just excuses.”
Collei clenched her jaw, her shoulders trembling as she stared down at the table. “That’s cruel,” she said.
Guilt curdled in Cyno’s stomach like soured milk. “I know, and I’m sorry I can’t do better.”
Archons, how he wished he could do better; wished he could mend all of his broken relationships. This was the last thing he’d ever wanted to happen.
“Collei, I- if you want-” he cleared his throat. “I know you’re closer with Tighnari than me, but if you want comfort…” He raised one arm, a silent signal he would hug her if she wanted.
Perhaps Collei had grown more than he thought she did, because Cyno didn’t expect her to take him up on it. To his surprise, though, Collei pushed herself out of her chair and quickly rounded the small table. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders tightly, hiding her face in his shoulder like she would if he was Tighnari.
The chair creaked beneath their combined weight, but held. Cyno was thankful—he didn’t think he could keep himself up otherwise, let alone Collei.
It was awkward at first. Despite his offer, Cyno still wasn’t sure what to do. Lisa had hugged him before she left, and it was common for Kaveh to, but Tighnari was too careful when touching Cyno now.
Cyno took a deep breath and forced himself to relax. He wrapped his arms around Collei and felt her soften into him. She sniffled against his shirt and hiccuped a quiet cry, her hands twisting in the fabric at his back. Cyno held her closer and rested his cheek against her hair. It smelled of the same Sumeru rose shampoo that all the Forest Watchers used—that Tighnari used.
His eyes burned as the fabric beneath Collei’s face dampened with her tears. He supposed this has been a long time coming for her. Maybe for both of them.
She really had her whole life ahead of her now, and Cyno realized with an ache that he was so glad he would get to see it.
“I’m sorry,” he said again, whispering into the wisps of her green hair.
Collei tightened her hold on him before pulling away. Cyno already missed her warmth.
“I forgive you,” she said, sniffling. Her eyes were red rimmed and puffy to match the damp section of his shirt. “You’re too important not to.”
Cyno breathed deeply, trying to brush away the pain in his chest from her words. It didn’t ease.
He reached out and took her hand, squeezing it.
“You’re important to me too,” he said.
She wiped her eyes on a sleeve and sniffled again. Her expression almost made Cyno laugh.
“I hate crying,” she said. “It’s disgusting, and now my face hurts.”
Cyno did laugh at that, the sound barely a breath, but Collei heard it.
She smiled at him and squeezed the hand he still held back.
For now, it was enough.
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