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I'm working on a kavetham longfic where the dynamic is: kaveh is in deep denial about liking alhaitham and alhaitham has long since resigned himself to the fact that he likes kaveh but if kaveh can't figure that out on his own that's his problem

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pairing; kavetham

tw; mention of nsfw, nothing descriptive, crack.

The house next to them had finally been bought. The little old lady which now lived next door with her silver hair and mellow brown eyes, had greeted them one warm spring morning as Kaveh and Al haitham were exiting the front door, both tugging at the two keys entangled together again.

And, looking back, maybe it was that instance which allowed for later miscommunications to occur. It wasn’t often that the two left the house together — or left the house altogether in Kaveh’s case, and that morning Al haitham had made breakfast for the both of them while Kaveh prepared the coffee. Each of them was tugging at his own key when the cheerful woman came up to them, offering a hug and a warm greeting, smiling a little too brightly for the early hours of the morning.

The first few months she had seemed like any other normal middle aged lady that occupied herself with gardening and reading (only it wasn’t as much as reading as it was falling asleep on the veranda, basking in the sun like a lazy cat). However, some weeks prior Kaveh had most definitely seen her scaling the fence to steal a couple of apples from their other neighbours, winking like a small fox when she caught him looking, scandalised. 

Then, a few days prior, there was the matter of her laundry spot, which was set to be directly next to theirs. Al haitham had the nerve to tease him about a red thong he found after he had finished picking up their laundry from outside — that man had waved the offending piece of clothing at Kaveh’s flashed face and had the nerve, the audacity even, to proceed to fuck him into the matress.

Who knew such a man was afflicted by such a mere concept as a thong.

(Kaveh did not buy a fucking thong the next day. He did not!)

Later, when Kaveh returned from the café, their little neighbour (gods, how did that tiny woman even manage to scale that wooden fence was beyond him) came bouncing up to him, looking bashful for the first time ever and explained what had happened. “Tomio is a playful little thing, doesn’t know boundaries, you know?” 

And just as Kaveh was about to say “oh, you have a cute little toddler lying around?” in order to make small conversation and make this whole affair less awkward, the fattest, most atrocious looking cat he’d ever seen prowling the streets of Sumeru came up swaggering in between his mistress ankles, purring something awful and definitely trying to kill Kaveh with that nasty one eyed, mashed face glare he was giving the blonde. 

Kaveh, naturaly, faltered. “Mh, cat.” Something so profoundly stupid, he was ashamed of himself. What was he supposed to do, question the woman’s sanity and taste in pets? Besides - he chided himself later on - who was he to judge the beauty in the eyes of the beholder? Maybe that lady truly loved her ugly, fat cat. 

He couldn’t resist digging into his roommate, however. “My, Al haitham! Perhaps you should check for familial relations?” 

He paid for his insolence later that night too.

The next time he saw eccentric neighbour was when he was in the market, buying fresh vegetables and chicken eggs to make sabich sandwiches for him and Al haitham (he tries very hard not to think about him making Al haitham food while waiting for the letter to come home from his recently acquired position of acting grand sage) when he catches silver hair from his peripheral vision.

"Mr. Kaveh!"

And there she was, walking up to him with a basket filled with items into the crook of her right elbow, while the other was holding little Tomio's leash who was currently eyeing the recently procured fish in Kaveh's grasp with fervent interest.

And wouldn't that be a funny story? Hey Al haitham! No samak mashwi this week! Our neighbour's incredibly cute cat attacked me and stole them away from my bare hands. If that man hadn't kicked him out, he surely would now — or make him sleep on the couch for a week straight, at least, murmuring about wasted money and the like.

Blood had been shed for less.

"Please, take this."

Suddenly, as if she had whipped them out of thin air, his neighbour had shoved a glass jar full of honey into his reusable shopping bag, as well as a smaller jar filled with what was, from what he could see, humus.

"As an apology for mixing up our underwear and as a welcoming gift — though I'm still eyeing that beautiful vase in the plaza, yes indeed," the woman said.

"Uh," Kaveh fumbled. "There's really no need! Really, it should be us buying you a welcoming gift. I am ashamed to say it has completely slipped my mind."

And he meant it. If Kaveh's mother were to see him now she would surely start lecturing, and he didn't know which was worse in that regard, his mother or Al haitham. He continued, "Al haitham has been busy at work recently and I've picked up a new commision too s-so — I'm sorry! We'll be sure to give you something!"

But the woman simply laughed, slapping a hand well naturally against his shoulder. "No need, no need! Please, it's my job to win over the young people in my new neighbourhood, please rest easy. I'd hate to inconvenience you or your husband when you're both swarmed with work."

Kaveh didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, so he settled for a strangled laugh, feeling inexcusably hot as his face flashed. "Ah, that's not really --," 

Unfortunately, Tomio had seemed to reach his limit for today. Letting out a ferocious, husky yeowl, he laid back first in the middle of the road where the sun was abundant, paws in the air and clearly looking for a pet or two from the children running past.

"Oh no, Tomio!"

He watched, gaping, as the older woman struggled to pick up the lax feline — but Tomio seemed to have turned to liquid with the way his body flopped back down onto the road.

"Please allow me," Kaveh said, placing a hand on her shoulder and sliding his shopping back into the crook of his elbow before squatting down to stare at the horribly, one toothed, one eyed face looking back at him. "You, mister, are starting to grow on me."

Carrying the feline in his arms, they both headed back home, talking about Kaveh and his work, about her daughter and her recent, new found bliss after a messy divorce, about Tomio and how he was viciously attacked as a kitten by a nasty man.

The cat nestled in his arms, purring, now seemed that much more infinitely more beautiful to Kaveh.

Two weeks later, Al haitham walked through the door and Kaveh had to do a double take, lest his eyes deceive him. "Why in the name of Lord Kusanali are you smiling for?"

His roomate, silently, smugly, placed atop the coffee table a bottle of sweet red and two pairs of wine glasses, black tinted and golden rimmed. 

Kaveh gaped (the flutter in his stomach must've been from the sheer amount of coffee he had drank hours before with an unsettling empty stomach, yes) and spluttered out, "what the hell is this? Have you finally lost your mind?"

Al haitham deliberately buying not only alcohol but also brand new wine glass felt as though he was premeditating for something — perhaps today was the day he finally snapped and kicked Kaveh out, or worse; confirmed all his worst fears about this are we, aren't we affair between them and send the architect on his way, homeless, broken hearted and drunk.

Maybe he was betting on Kaveh getting so shit-faced he'd fall into a ditch and die. Maybe --

"Husband."

Kaveh let out a strangled gasp, utterly struck and horrified, his sketchbook slipping from his grasp. "W-what!?"

"These are gifts from our neighbour. She said to take a break and bask in our wedded bliss -- according to her, it won't last long."

"WHAT?!"

"Don't yell. Are you deaf or just stupid?"

Feeling his face flash, Kaveh sprang to his feet. "What did you tell her?"

Al haitham raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest. "I said nothing. She assumed and I didn't have time to rebuke her before she went back inside her house."

"Al haitham --"

"Does it bother you that much?"

What?

"Doesn't it bother you?"

"Not particularly, no."

And later, if Kaveh decided to snuggle closer to the warm, naked body next to him, closer than he ever dared to or allowed himself too, and bring his arms around the sturdy waist, humming out in bliss — well, he could blame it on the wine.

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Some Cynonari fluff: (it’s a working title…)

In which Cyno visits Gandharva Ville after being away for so long, but the moment he arrives he sticks to Collei- offering his help to make lunch, seeing if there’s any chores to do- generally being anxious as he waits for Tighnari to return from his patrols.

And even when he does, Cyno’s still stuck to Collei’s side. He says hi to Tighnari, make polite conversation, but he’s soon back by her side, fussing over her and whatever she’s doing, attempting to hide his nervousness by saying he’s just worried about her. Collei tries not to say anything, but when she gets the chance, she slips away to complain to her teacher.

Later that night they have dinner with the rest of the patrol team, who ask Cyno about his work and how he’s been. It calms him down a bit, distracting him from Tighnari’s gaze on him. They ask if he’ll be staying the night and he can’t help but glance at Tighnari and asks, if he doesn’t mind. Tighnari is a little taken aback at the formality but says of course, albeit a little hurt.

Before turning in for the night, Tighnari ambushes Cyno, looking a little miffed. “Why are you avoiding me?”

“I’m not,” he replies simply, but a twitch of Tighnari’s ears tells him that’s not the answer he wants to hear.

“Is… something wrong?” Tighnari’s demeanour softens. “Did I do-”

“No!” Cyno quickly says. “It’s not you,” he explains, finally admitting his nervousness and how he took so long to visit, he was worried Tighnari would be mad. “I promised you I’d come by after a month, but it’s been three months since. And it’s not the first time. I’m sorry,”

Unexpectedly, Tighnari shakes his head and places a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “I understand your position. As General Mahatmatra, no doubt there’d be a great number of responsibilities to fulfil. I can’t get mad at you, knowing that you’re doing your best and working hard.” He gives his shoulder a little squeeze and adds, “You’re welcome here anytime, Cyno.”

“Does that mean… you didn’t miss me?”

Tighnari seems to go a little red as he crosses his arms. “You really know how to ruin the moment, don’t you?”

“So you didn’t miss me…” Cyno looks crestfallen. “Is my existence that insignificant in your eyes, Nari?”

Tighnari groans, muttering about what a drama queen he was. Cyno doesn’t budge, still gazing at him with large, glittering eyes until Tighnari gathers him in his arms tightly. “I’ve missed you so, Cyno.” He says into his shoulder.

Cyno returns the embrace with a contented sigh. “Tighnari, your tail is wagging very-”

“Shut up,” comes the muffled reply, albeit without malice, and Cyno just smiles contentedly, resting his chin on his shoulder.

“Aren’t you cold, Nari?” He tightens his arms around his shoulders.

“Let’s stay like this a little longer,” Tighnari says. “But if you’re cold…” he wraps his tail around him. “I”ll keep you warm.”

Cyno chokes back a little cry of happiness. He should’ve come home sooner.

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a/n: some cynonari fluff after finally completing the sumeru archon quest, as I try to figure out this dynamic but it’s really head empty, no thoughts and just diabetic fluff ;;

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Haitham and some drunk kaveh antics in which:

Imagining Kaveh to be the goofy type of drunk, just 100x worse and more annoying than his default state, including being more whiny, clingy and touchy- the last one not something Al Haitham entirely minds when Kaveh slings his arm around his shoulder to press their cheeks together, crooning an old ballad with a wine bottle as a mic.

His juniors try to peel him off, wary of Haitham’s wrath but he just sighs, telling them that it’s time for them to go anyway. Haitham has to wrestle Kaveh in order to haul his ass out of there, and Kaveh’s just swearing at him, scolding him for making him leave his own celebratory party.

“You’re terrorising everyone,” Haitham says flatly when Kaveh has finally quietened down. They’re walking home, shoulders bumping as Kaveh sways on his feet. Haitham is ready to grab him before he falls flat on his face, but part of him doesn’t want to bother, it’ll be a good lesson anyway.

“You’re terrorising everyone with that stupid face of yours,” Kaveh sulks, taking another swig of his wine. Keeping the bottle had been the only compromise in getting him to leave. “Not that they hate your stupid face,” he mumbles.

“What do you mean?” Haitham asks without thought. He’s too busy dragging Kaveh from straying too far and trampling someone’s flower garden.

Kaveh rolls his eyes. “Did you even see the way they were looking at you?” he scoffs, jabbing his finger in the direction they’d come from. “Literally, my whole department- they’re just drooling over you.”

Haitham remains unphased by Kaveh’s dramatic outburst. He skillfully removes the bottle from his air-jabbing hand and nods distractedly. “So it seems,” he puts it on the floor and retrieves the house keys from his pocket.

“So you know?!” Kaveh exclaims with a dramatically arched brow, and it slowly turns into a frown. “We have to go back then!” Kaveh spins around and tries to pull Haitham with him. “I can’t take it anymore! Tell them to stop pestering me with stupid questions!” He whines, tugging Haitham by the arm.

“What questions?” He asks. Haitham doesn’t budge an inch and instead waits for Kaveh to tire himself out.

“You know,” Kaveh groans. “Whether you’re single, if you have a boyfriend or girlfriend,” he pants, yanking Haitham by his coat. “If you’re dating anyone- or if we’re dating- whether I like you like that, if not they want me to set you guys up-” Kaveh pauses to catch his breath. “Some bullshit like that,”

“And do you?”

“Do I what?”

“Like me like that,”

When he doesn’t respond, Haitham takes advantage of a stunned Kaveh to drag him into the house sans resistance. “Do you?” He asks again when they are safely within the privacy of their apartment.

“What the hell makes you think that?” Kaveh retorts, but even in the dimness, Haitham can see how red his ears are.

“What’ll you do if they ask me out?” Haitham prods, brushing past him to put the bottle on the table and drape his coat over the chair.

Kaveh throws his hands into the air. “How is it my problem?” His crimson eyes are glazed over, but they’re practically glowing with his gaze trained on Haitham- and it’s not enough.

“If we end up dating, they might come over quite often.” Haitham leans against the pillar and folds his arms in a pensive act. “You might see us hugging, kissing, or worse, accidentally catch us f-”

“Will you shut up!?” Kaveh yells, grabbing Haitham by the shoulders, fingers digging into his skin. “You’re being so fucking noisy! Stop screwing with me!”

“Screwing with you?” Haitham replies innocently. “I’m merely presenting a possible scenario. It’s not like any of it bothers you, right?”

Kaveh scowls at him, crimson eyes turning bright scarlet as he shoves him against the pillar, but in his drunken state, it’s more of a measly push. Haitham just goes with it, because he’s only this close to winning.

“So, Kaveh,” Haitham asks, keeping his face blank. “You either like me, or you don’t. And if it’s the latter, you can start giving me a list of your department’s-”

- And Haitham’s favourite detail about drunk, whiny, touchy Kaveh is when he grabs Haitham by the hair and slams their mouths together, moving in a blind frenzy. Noses bump and teeth clash, tongues sweep desperately against warm caverns and neither stops until their lungs force them to come up for air.

Their eyes are burning into each others as they fight to catch their breath, but Kaveh’s are shining with the triumph of having successfully shut Haitham up. “Hope you’re happy,” he scoffs sarcastically, sliding off of him and mumbling what a ass Haitham can be as he shuffles back to his room, but his ears are flushed to the tip and just moments earlier, Haitham could feel his heart thundering against his own chest.

Haitham knows precisely what buttons to push in order to win, just as he’s done so many times before, and Kaveh will always be none the wiser. Because come morning, the kisses will have never happened, and Kaveh’s confession will have been nothing more for Haitham then one grand, intoxicated delusion.

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A/n: again, this became longer than I thought. Neutral pairing but written with a kavetham dynamic in mind! i hope you enjoyed it <3

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made a beginners guide for the twitter newbies hope this helps <3

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I- this is it. I'm going feral.

So, Alhaitham's trailer just dropped (so dw y'all this is not spoiler for any quest whatsoever.)

And as a cynonari and kavetham shipper I've just been fed good.

I ABSOLUTELY LOVE how they're just hanging around, chatting and drinkining, just friends going out together I AM IN TEARS THIS TRAILER IS SO GOOD.

And the cynonari interactions omg😭 >>>>

LOOK AT THEM. LOOK👏 AT👏 THEM👏

ALSO KAVEH CASUALLY SAYING HIM AND ALHAITHAM COULD HAVE GONE TO THE DESERT TOGETHER INSTEAD OF SEPARATELY LIKE I thought y'all actually hated each other but it appears not only you're just friendly bantering but also spend tome together willingly outside of your room? I'm *inhales*

I am perfectly normal about these four.

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Araedward? Aradward? Araed? Ara...

*dies from cringe*

Я не я без кроссовера🥴

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a little kavetham thought i had:

alhaitham saw a necklace in a shop once and knew that it was something kaveh would love. so, very much unlike himself, he decided to get it for him.

he left the necklace on kaveh's nightstand, with no indicator that it was from him. when kaveh returned home, alhaitham was on the couch, nonchalantly reading a book.

a few minutes later, kaveh enters the living room from his bedroom. "haitham, um... is this yours? i don't recognize it," he says, holding up the necklace.

alhaitham looks up at kaveh. he'd intended on keeping the giver of the gift a secret, but he suddenly blurts,

"i saw it and thought of you."

kaveh's face immediately reddens. "you... saw this necklace... and got it for me? because it reminded you of me?"

"yes. i thought you would like it."

kaveh averts his eyes. "...i do like it. thank you, alhaitham."

kaveh wears that necklace every single day.

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Kavetham headcanons

Not gonna go into detail but based on Alhaitham's idle animation, the way the keys are tangled shows that they most likely use a key dish (like wtf that's highly domestic)

A lot of people think Alhaitham specifically made a new key in gold for Kaveh but I'd like to think Kaveh took Alhaitham's key and asked someone to make another one in gold

Continuing the point above Alhaitham was highly pissed as he thought he lost his key and he was going to make Kaveh one anyway before it got stolen by non other than Kaveh himself

Kaveh is a top and Alhaitham is a bottom (I will not elaborate further)

Kaveh definitely just hiding pain with a smile (huh know someone who does that *coughs*)

Related to the point above he feels useless so sometimes when he's doing nothing he just thinks about what Alhaitham says when they bicker even though he tells himself Alhaitham doesn't mean it

Alhaitham is emotionally constipated so he doesn't realize his feelings until he talks to someone (maybe cyno) about how he is annoyed with the way Kaveh makes him feel which he tries to brush off as annoyance but then the person is like uuhhh dude, I think you're in love

Alhaitham denies his feelings for months

Even after reading books to research about love that tell him YOU ARE IN L O V E

Kaveh knew about his feelings early on and became more annoying to hide it

Kaveh has one condition to scold Alhaitham which is when the man is over working himself

Alhaitham does all the cooking since Kaveh can barely cook an egg without burning everything (hes trying though)

Kaveh is stronger than Alhaitham (I mean my man is an architect and uses a claymore, still looks so dainty though)

Kaveh has multiple products for showering with exfoliator, soap, shampoo, conditioner, those hair vitamins while Alhaitham just wants to get it over quickly with shampoo and soap

Kaveh introduces him to all the different products and now Alhaitham shares soap and shampoo with Kaveh (totally to "just save money") but doesn't use the rest of the products

Same goes for skin care with Kaveh having toner, cleanser, lotion, sun screen, hydrator, hyloronic acid, niacinamide, face masks, salicylic acid and what not (like this is extensive skincare people)

Alhaitham buys a basic cleanser after Kaveh pesters him to, going on and on about the benefits of skincare (he's doesn't want to share his)

We also all agree that Alhaitham pays for all of the aforementioned products above (he's an unintentional sugar daddy)

Kaveh uses makeup (mainly eyeliner and lip gloss, just the basics) to be extra ✨✨✨✨

Alhaitham does to since he thinks it makes him more presentable (still won't do skincare though since he thinks most of the products are marketing bs)

I mean he's not wrong but-

Sometimes Alhaitham helps do Kaveh's hair

Alhaitham's love language is acts of service

Kaveh's love language is words of affirmation

They make it work

When they first start dating Alhaitham doesn't say I love you a lot and yk Kaveh is just "is he having doubts" "he doesn't feel the same way" or smth like that since he just freezes as well when Kaveh say I live you since my guy is flustered but after some drunk situations, they communicate

Drunk Kaveh is really soft, emotional and sappy

They share bottles of red wine

Alhaitham is deaf in one ear and hard of hearing in the other

Kaveh learnt sign language just to continue to talk to him or as it really is bicker with him after he turns of his hearing aid headphones (jokes on you Kaveh, he can close his eyes)

Alhaitham gave Kaveh a sumeru rose and Kaveh gave him a padisarah (let your imagination give you context to that)

Kaveh makes a huge mess with his sketches all over the place

Alhaitham makes is organized when working unless he's stressed

They both work themselves to sleep

They care for each other but forget to do for themselves (more Alhaitham)

We know what that high collar is for Alhaitham (it's to hide something called a hic-)

Kaveh has calloused fingers

Alhaitham has scuffed palms

They fit each other nicely

Alhaitham is flustered by physical touch at first but grows used to it

Rubbing comforting circles into each other's shoulder blades

Rubbing thumbs over the back of each other's hand

Kaveh has adhd

Kaveh is stronger than Alhaitham but he doesn't have the muscle shown because

1. Long sleeves

2. Muscles do not equal strength

And 3. It's like tubbo who's very strong but doesn't look like it

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A mini Kaveh & Haitham moment where they aren’t squabbling, in which:

Haitham has fallen asleep on the sofa. Kaveh picks up the book that is now lying on the floor and rests it on the table. He lingers there, unable to take his eyes off the snoozing Haitham.

He is taking shallow, quiet breaths, his chest rising and falling like a gentle wave, his bangs brushing his eyes and his headphones askew.

Kaveh himself lowers to the floor, and carefully, without waking him, he lays his head on Haitham’s chest and listens to the steady beat of his heart. It’s oddly calming, as opposed to his own agitated and erratic one.

Kaveh wraps his arms around him, feeling sleep tug at the edges of his own consciousness.

When he awakes minutes later- or hours, he can’t tell how long he’s slept but his legs are numb and his back is tight with ache- he’s vaguely aware of the hand petting his head, leisurely carting its fingers through his hair.

He hears a soft exhale above him, but Kaveh doesn’t move. He doesn’t raise his head, and even though his own heart is racing faster than a leaping Rishboland tiger, he remains still. He lets Haitham’s tender touches lull him back to sleep, unwilling to part with this rare tranquility- which for them is few and far between.

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We were both young when I first saw you-

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"Cyno, it's alright."

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tighnari with branched out lightning scars is such a banger design hc

imagine the scar branches slightly illuminating whenever tighnari uses his vision now cuz the scars are used to elemental energy now

it also makes for amazing interaction headcanons too like

imagine collei asking tighnari if she could paint tiny leaves on the scar branches whenever she starts getting too in her head about worrying about him

or imagine cyno being wary of touching tighnari at first, scared that his own electro vision could somehow hurt tighnari too now

which leads to tighnari placing cynos hands on the scars whenever he sees the matra getting in his own head too much, which eventually leads to the habit of cyno placing a small kiss on a batch of scarred skin whenever he has to leave the forest for work

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Cynonari x Princess Mononoke

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I was thinking of an au where all of the children escaping Dottore happens way sooner than canon, and instead of ending up in Mondstadt, baby Collei is found by new Matra Cyno in the desert. The first response would be to take her to the Akademiya, but Collei is so young and afraid and cursed with the Archon Residue. While Cyno trusts the Akademiya, he isn't sure they can protect her from the second of the Tsaritsa's Harbingers. So he breaks the rules, just once, and under the desert sun seals her Archon Residue, and then takes her back to Sumeru City and lies. After all, nobody knows much about Cyno. It isn't too suspicious for him to have a family somewhere in the desert, and well, who would question if he comes back with a little girl claiming she's his sister? Especially with a case of Eleazar. It only makes sense that she would come live in Sumeru City with him.

The scene of Collei trailing after Cyno like a little duckling becomes commonplace to the matra, and it keeps up even after Cyno is promoted to General Mahamatra. When he's gone on long missions, Taj Radkani, a father, looks after Collei for him and wishes he had as good of a relationship with his son as Cyno and Collei do. The other matra are fiercely protective of their General's little sister, and they don't need Cyno's horrible jokes to break the ice (he still tells them anyway, of course, but Cyno started it to help Collei be less afraid of him.)

Collei would probably kick ass if Cyno raised her. As soon as she was old enough, she'd have a weapon in her hands and be learning how to fight.

Tighnari meets the General Mahamatra years later and is immediately less threatened by him when he eventually finds out about his kid sister. After all, Cyno instantly softens whenever Collei is around. Or Tighnari sees somebody trying to snatch a little girl, so he intervenes (even if she knows how to fight, she's still a kid) and then later finds out he saved the General Mahamatra's little sister from being kidnapped in an attempt to blackmail Cyno. Cyno is, of course, extremely grateful while Tighnari is freaking out because, oh my god, the General Mahamatra is as terrifying as people say-- especially when he's worried about Collei and furious people would try to hurt her.

Collei spends time in the Grand Bazar because they have the best tachin. She loves watching Nilou dance and often makes Cyno take breaks to attend performances with her. She's so invested in the theatre that the Akademiya can't do anything about it because the matra universally refuse to shut down the one play Cyno actually takes a break to go.

But eventually, her Eleazar gets worse, and Collei gets sicker. She doesn't have an interest in joining the Akademiya anyway, and Cyno can't be around as much as she needs him to be, so Cyno sends her to Gandharva Ville to live and learn from Tighnari.

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lichtenberg scars

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This was haunting my mind so here