@mmriesoftvat || Closed Starter for Kaminari and Cyno~
'Control your thoughts,'
'Control your actions,'
'Have devotion of purpose,'
'Have faith in your master's ability to lead you along the path of truth,'
'Have faith in your own ability to accept the truth,'
'Have faith in your ability to act with wisdom,'
'Be free from resentment under the experience of persecution,'
'Be free from resentment under experience of wrong,'
'Learn how to distinguish between right and wrong,'
'Learn to distinguish the real from the unreal.'
Thus stated the ten virtues of the Initiates. The first teachings bestowed upon those who sought to be ordained among the Matra.
One would imagine that rules so basics would be far beneath and behind the mind of the General Mahamatra. Yet Cyno couldn't recall a single morning he'd risen without reciting each and every one in his mind, ingrained in his heart and soul as a natural part of his routine.
Wearing each word in the same fashion as his garments, never feeling silly or rushed in doing so. Not in fear of forgetfulness, but because even a General Mahamatra could use the reminder. Lest his challenges shake him off the right path.
And of late, this risk seemed ever closer, like a shadow breathing on the back of his neck. The dull ache of sore muscles and bruises still not completely healed worked like an echo to this ominous song that plagued the mind.
He'd grown frustrated; and frustration had festered into anger. Anger rotted to recklessness. Pushing himself harder and further, beyond what his duties called for at times, until karma had lashed out at his foolishness. What had it been? A malfunction of his Vision? A slip of his balance? The glare of the sun in his eyes in the split second a weapon came down on him?
He could blame a thousand factors, but Cyno knew they were all like stems originating from the same parasitic root planted in his heart: he has lost sight of his duties, and he'd been punished for it. No sinner was exempt from judgment, not even the judge himself.
Was the long crack that marred the blue eye at the top of his headdress not a testament to this truth? One did not need to study the runes to translate its message: 'Unworthy', it said.
A wound that ran deeper than any of those the healers at the Bimarstand had been busy mending on his body for the past thirteen days. He hadn't sent word for Tighnari this time; he knew if his friend got word of what had happened, he would be frantic with worry, even more so than usual.
And Cyno could not afford another day wasting away in a hospital bed. Steeling himself with a deep breath, he donned the Jackal's headdress once more. It always felt a little heavy, but in a way that gave him comfort; like the caring hand of a parent resting upon a child's head. Keeping him grounded and aware of its presence, its symbol, and his role.
This sensation would fade with the bruises, he told himself. He had made a mistake, and he had paid for it. This was not the end.
He could still serve.
And brooding was nowhere on his schedule; casting a look at his desk, the General stood and left the privacy of his personal living quarters. There would be time to see his subordinates later, at the office. They would be apprehensive to see him return so quickly. The damage on his gear would raise concerns. He should think of a couple jokes to defuse the tension he was sure to meet first (he was already thinking of one along the lines of 'splitting headache', you know, because of the crack- Oh, 'a Hilichurl tried to tell me a joke with its mace, it cracked me up!'. That one was excellent too), and before even doing that, a meeting with Lesser Lord Kusanali was due. The Dendro Archon likely had already been informed of his discharge from the Bimarstan.
Expecting little more than a formal exchange, he presented himself before the doors of the Sanctuary of Surasthana, seeking audience with Nahida.
At that moment, the possibility of the presence of her ward - no, even Kaminari's very existence - was so far removed from the matra's mind, he may as well never have been there in the first place.
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Half of a grilled henna berry, prepared and wrapped in newspapers for easier handling is gently pushed into Cyno's hands. Candace offers a smile when she arranges her clothing and takes a seat next to him. "Seems like someone's brooding more than usual. Berry for your thoughts?"
Note: Related to the threads with @starscrxssed (Tighnari) and @mmriesoftvat (Collei)
From where he sat at the top of a cliff, one knee raised up to his chest while his other leg dangled freely over the edge, Cyno had kept his silence ever since his entrance in Aaru Village. This spot was nice. It gave him an open view of the area below, perfect to keep an eye on Collei as the children of the village tugged her by the hand in this and that direction to play and show her things around... and it was high enough for most of the noise to be muffled. Ideal to be alone with his thoughts.
No wonder that the Guardian of Aaru Village would see right through him and the nature of his impromptu visit so easily. When she sat next to him with an offering, he praised her joke with the timid shadow of a smile. But even that was quick to dissipate.
"I'm sorry for causing you worry. But thank you. I think I've lost track of my own meal schedule." If only that. His night back in the city had been sleepless. And not just because his bed had been occupied by the young girl he'd come with.
Her question was a difficult one to answer. Not out of reluctance, either. Cyno's mind was a storm and he was lost in it; where even to begin to navigate his own thoughts?
For now, he took time. Looking down at the berry gently cradled in paper between his fingers, he only said a few words before taking a tired bite of the fruit.
"Collei has much to learn about the desert still. I think it'd be nice if she made it a habit of visiting more often here. If that is not a problem, I mean."
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"You," Xiao addressed the man once he'd appeared without sound above him, golden eyes narrowing in question. He knows of Cyno, though knows nothing of what brought him here, having conversed with this man a few fleeting moments, and now stumbling upon him during lantern rite of all times.
"Are you some sort of emissary of Sumeru's archon? You seem to come and go more often than one might figure, especially as of recent," The energies he felt from the other told him he was something far greater than some adventurer, and with his connection to the traveler, Xiao felt more curious than alarm to approach.
"Who are you?"
"I was wondering what was giving me goosebumps on the back of the neck. I thought it was some kind of bad omen. But I guess it was just your gaze." Cyno didn't waste time and turned around to look up at the ledge where the other stood. He too remembered this warrior, and knew him a little better than Xiao knew him, it seemed.
Nothing personal about that. Asking questions was part of his job, and Paimon needed little convincing when it came to sharing gossip.
"I'll introduce myself properly, if you come down and greet me as equals. I've heard good things about Liyue's hospitality around this time of the year."
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Tighnari doesn't say anything before his hands find the curves of Cynos cheeks, turning his head should the other allow it, thumbs pressing to give a 'squish' to his cheeks.
"Do you realize how much of a pain in the tail you can be?" He huffed, brows furrowed. After only a pause for Cyno to ponder on his words, Tighnari would close the space between their lips with a kiss, tail thumping lightly against where they sat.
To see Tighnari muster the courage to initiate something so intimate and vulnerable is a rare treasure, and one Cyno does not hesitate to take for himself. It's the only one thing he'll be shamelessly selfish about.
Just as shameless as his left hand. Unlike its twin which is gently cupped behind Tighnari's ear, that one travels down to playfully brush along the length of his tail.
"Feels fluffy and in good health to me." He teases when their lips part, brushing his forehead against his betrothed's. "Is it my turn to tend to your wounds? Show me where it hurts, and I'll take care of it."
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