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It was official – he was going insane.
At least, that’s what he’s going to assume for now. Though, he is most certainly hoping it isn’t true.
With a deep sigh, Kaveh took a sip of his wine before setting his glass down on the table. Slouching in his seat, he could only quietly bemoan his situation. A part of him wondered how he managed to get himself in such a predicament in the first place. Meanwhile, another part of him wondered why he simply couldn't just…let it go. But who was he to give up on something that has, obviously, caught his interest? He may be an architect now, but he was once an honor student. And that meant it was hard to not pursue answers to a mystery.
It all started a few weeks back during a shopping trip. With what little he had saved over, he was planning to buy some fresh groceries since he was running out of ingredients to make himself food. And, while navigating the busy market’s streets, that’s when he saw it.
Among the sea of people, his attentive gaze had spotted a unique shine of long, silver hair decorated with vibrant flowers. Mixed within were strands of, what appeared to be, seafoam green highlights. Even now, Kaveh wasn’t entirely sure what exactly caught his attention so much, but it had grabbed him in a chokehold. However, when he had managed to make his way over, the person was gone. He had taken some time to check the nearby areas, but he still didn’t catch a hint of the person he was looking for. Since he only saw a back view, he couldn’t tell for sure if the one he was looking for was a man or a woman. It was a tiny bit frustrating, but he simply shrugged it off as an unfortunately missed opportunity and called it a day. That, there, should have been the end of it.
Yet, a couple of days later, he spotted that familiar shine of silver while confirming an order regarding some materials for the next project he was working on. It was a partly cloudy day in Port Ormos, merchants far and wide going about their business as usual. At the time, he was, unfortunately, stuck staying in place. He wasn’t capable of just abandoning what he was doing while waiting to chase after someone. So, with a struggle, he held himself back as he watched that person eventually walk out of his field of view. The only thing he could be grateful for was the fact he got to see a little more of the other’s appearance. This time, it was the clothing that caught his attention. The robes were indicative of the styles worn by any citizen of Sumeru, and yet there was something almost…homemade about them? Perhaps, it was a custom order. It wouldn’t be the first time someone has contacted a tailor to commission clothing. A part of Kaveh felt that it wasn’t that simple, but he was still too far away to get a better idea of the material and fabrics.
That time when he went home, the silver-haired stranger lingered in his thoughts a little bit longer than last time. And, again, he tried to shrug it off.
And, again, he kept spotting that person over, and over, and over, and over again.
Sometimes, Kaveh would be attempting to track the other down in the streets of Sumeru City or Port Ormos. Other times, he’d be outside the city to visit places such as Gandharva Ville, and he’d spot that silver hair between the trees. It eventually got to the point that Kaveh was practically on high alert, wondering if he’d seen the shine of silver in the most unexpected of places and time again. It certainly made some of his friends worry when they took notice. Collei was concerned, Tighnari was tempted to give him a health checkup, and even Cyno was wondering if he was in danger or got himself into some trouble. Though, all of that felt rather minor. After all, in his opinion, what made the situation worse was the fact that he hasn’t managed to successfully reach out to the mystery person.
It was like trying to grasp light. He could see it, but he couldn’t catch it. Every single time, again and again, he failed.
It was driving him crazy and he wondered if he should be getting himself some glasses. Maybe he was just having very poor eyesight and just imagining things now. Ah, but he hopes that isn’t true either. How much would a good pair of glasses be on the market? Poor eyesight would certainly be preferable compared to potential insanity, but it still wasn’t a good thing.
With somewhat manic energy in his veins that made his limbs twitch with the desire for movement, Kaveh groaned as he grasped at his hair. “Who the hell is that person and how do they keep vanishing like a ghost?! Do they even realize how disruptive they’re being to my daily life?! At this rate, I’ll run myself into the ground faster than the costs of my projects’ construction materials!”
“-e me be.”
Kaveh blinked as he snapped out of his thoughts, picking up the tail end of someone’s conversation. With curiosity, he decided to glance over. In one of the more distant tables by a corner of Lambad’s Tavern, someone was seated by themselves. Yet, a man was standing in front of them, refusing to move despite clearly being unwelcome. From this angle, Kaveh couldn’t quite see the face of the one sitting down and he could only see the back of the man.
“C’mon, don’t be like that. Here, how about I get you a drink?”
“As I’ve said before, no thank you. I’m not interested.”
“You should lighten up. It’d be a shame for a face as pretty as yours to be stuck with a frown.”
“I said-”
“Oh, hell no. Not on my watch.” Kaveh instantly got up from his seat as soon as he saw that harasser attempting to touch the other. Grabbing his drink as he made his way over, he frowned deeply with disapproval. Before either of the two knew it, Kaveh’s free hand swiftly grasped the wrist of the man who, clearly, was not respecting boundaries.
Kaveh managed to hear the faintest intake of breath behind him and he could only assume it was due to his unexpected intervention. However, he could address the person he was saving in a moment. First, he needed to make sure they were safe from this man. Fortunately, it was moments like these where his rather intense eyes worked in his favor. “ Excuse me , but you’re not welcome here.”
“Eh? Who are you to get in the way of our conversation? What are you, his boyfriend?”
“Actually, yes . I am.” Kaveh allowed a confident smirk to grace his face despite the lie, his eyes seemingly glinting with a barely concealed threat. Under the warm lights of the tavern, Kaveh’s eyes seemed to sharpen like a predator eyeing its prey. The man’s thin wrist twitched nervously as the architect tightened his grip dangerously. “So, I will kindly suggest that you get out of my damn sight before things get a bit messy for you.”
“I-You-” The man seemed to start thinking twice, wondering if it was worth the argument before quickly pulling away. A broken wrist or worse was not worth it, and the overflowing air of confidence and authority pitted again him made him internally shrink. “F-Fine. I have better things to do anyway.”
Kaveh merely gave a faint raise of his brow with skepticism but observed with satisfaction as the stranger had retreated, soon leaving through the tavern’s entrance. Once he was sure things were fine again, Kaveh let himself relax. “Geez, the audacity of some people…” He took another sip of his wine before turning to check on the one he helped.
-Only to nearly choke on his wine.
Seated at the table was the one he had been looking for all this time. And- wow . The other was certainly, by all means, a natural beauty. That silver hair seemed to shine even more brilliantly up close, the cool grey gaining a gentle and warm tint under the tavern lights. It was long, very long, and pulled back into a single braid that ran down his back. Seemingly woven into it were impressively healthy-looking flowers. Yet, Kaveh found himself captivated by the collection of hues that made up the other’s eyes like some sort of art piece. And, damn, those were some long lashes.
“Are you done gawking at me?”
Kaveh was startled at the sudden question, easily picking up on the irritated tone. Ah, right… It probably wasn’t a very good idea to start admiring someone who was just being harassed by another stranger. The architect faintly blushed with a mixture of embarrassment and shame. “Sorry about that. I just…never seen anyone like you around before. So, are you alright? I can’t imagine that was a pleasant experience.”
“I’m fine. Besides, even if you did not help, I could have easily dealt with that man myself.”
Despite knowing nothing about the other, Kaveh had a strong gut feeling that such words were all bite and no bark. Slightly clearing his throat, he offered a small smile. “Anyways, I never introduced myself. I’m Kaveh, an architect in Sumeru.”
“A-” The silver-haired man faintly frowned thoughtfully with a momentary pause before continuing. “Alhaitham.”
“Alhaitham…” Internally, Kaveh did a mental cheer because he finally got the other’s name. In fact, he not only got a name, but a face to go with it. And it was a pretty looking one too!
“-ice to meet you, but I should be going. I merely came to look around for a little bit.”
Kaveh paused for a moment, his welcoming expression frozen as he began to process the words. Once he did, his eyes widened. “Ah, wait. I was hoping to-” He looked in front of him and Alhaitham was already out of his seat and making his way out the door.
Acting quickly, Kaveh followed after Alhaitham. However, as soon as he made it out the door, he couldn’t spot the other anywhere on the relatively empty streets. The blonde could only stand there, absolutely dumbfounded.
“ Gaah ! How does he do that every time ?!”
Nearby, some people briefly shot a glance at the architect’s cry. Kaveh tried to ignore the weird looks his outburst must have earned him.
“A very, very long time ago, there was a little Nara who was all alone. He had no home and ran far, far away into the forest to hide for reasons unknown. One day, tired and hungry, he found a tiny home made of stone that sprouted leaves. Despite how small it was, he could fit inside the small and odd home. And it was there, that he finally found a place to rest in relative peace.
But, to his surprise, he would wake up the next day being looked upon by tiny creatures he had never seen before. They called themselves Aranara, and they wondered what a little Nara like him was doing so far from home – so far from his fellow Nara.
When asked, the little Nara did not answer. So, they did not ask further for they saw the unhappiness it brought.
For some days, they helped the little Nara. They gave him a place to sleep and bountiful food from the forest to eat. But soon, they had helped guide the little Nara to the nearest Nara village, for a little Nara was always meant to be among his kind.
The next day, some Aranara found the little Nara sleeping once again in that tiny home where they had nursed him back to health as best as they could.
They had tried once again to guide the lost, little Nara back so he may find a home. Only his kind would know how to help a little Nara properly.
Yet, with every attempt, they would find the little Nara fast asleep in that same tiny home. The Aranara were lost and confused as to what to do. So, they had gone to their Village Chief for his wisdom.
“If the little Nara will not return to the other Nara and has no home, then let’s make the little Nara a home.”
Not wanting a young, pure, and honest soul to meet misfortune, the Aranara welcomed him into their tiny village. A Nara was staying with them for the first time in many years.
“Silver Nara, we don’t know how to make you a home, but we will try.”
The little Nara – the Silver Nara – couldn’t help but smile at their sincerity. And so, he said, “I don’t know what a “home” is like either. But being here has to be it, right?”
Notes:
The Aranara Caretaker Alhaitham AU is an AU I really wanted to start getting out there. I hope you all enjoy! <3
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Chapter 2: A Ripple Upon Still Water
Summary:
Kaveh honestly should be thinking more about his survival rather than the stunning looks of the person who is one motion away from killing him.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
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The heated rays of the afternoon sun seemed to permeate through his clothes, the humid air of the forest filling his nose with the scent of wildflowers and fragrant grass. Kaveh could only sigh softly from the stone he sat on, splotches of moss painting the bottom of it. He rested there for a minute longer before starting to get up. With ease, he packed up his sketchbook and the few drafting tools he brought with him.
This spot wasn’t working out either… Perhaps, he should try a little further into the forest? Yet, a part of him knew that his struggle for some architectural inspiration would remain regardless. Despite that truth, Kaveh began to stroll further down the northern path taking him away from the city.
“I wonder if I upset him somehow…” He couldn’t help but wonder idly to himself, becoming lost in thought.
About a week has passed since he properly met Alhaitham in Lambad’s Tavern. And, much to Kaveh’s misfortune, he has not seen hide nor hair of the other since. If Kaveh didn’t know any better, he would assume that he simply dreamed up the entire encounter. It was either that, or he was well and truly drunk without realizing it. However, he knows with absolute certainty it was not a dream and he knew he was not even tipsy that day. Besides, as creative as his mind can be, even he doubts he could have crafted such a stunning face from his imagination alone.
Regardless, it was somewhat disheartening. Especially, when Kaveh was no longer graced with the bare minimum of a second-long glimpse of Alhaitham from his peripherals. It was as if that silver-haired male had well and truly vanished into thin air.
Initially, Kaveh assumed that there was a good chance Alhaitham was simply busy with personal matters. It wasn’t too farfetched to think. And yet, as more and more days passed without a trace of the other, Kaveh couldn’t help but feel a blossoming concern. Was Alhaitham alright? Could the other need help but has none? Yet, a part of Kaveh considered the possibility that Alhaitham could be actively avoiding him. He likes to think he didn’t make that bad of a first impression, but maybe that moment of staring actually put Alhaitham off…
It wasn’t like he meant to stare while being all silent! Though, he will admit it was not the best timing considering the situation Alhaitham was in at that moment. But what else was Kaveh supposed to say? “Hey, sorry for staring silently at you after you just got harassed by another stranger, but I’m just shocked at how good you look after I spent weeks trying to find you”? It would be truthful, but it didn’t exactly make it a good or comfortable-sounding reason.
Maybe he should just accept the chance he really would never see Alhaitham again. If he ever does get the chance to clear things up with the other, he’ll certainly take it. However, it was likely for the best if he just stopped trying to search for Alhaitham. He didn’t want to accidentally give the impression he was hunting the man down, and he certainly didn’t want to cross any personal boundaries.
“What a shame… I really wanted to get to know him better.” Kaveh sighed at the mess he’s gotten himself into, chasing after a beautiful, illusive man only for said man to vanish off the face of Teyvat possibly because of him.
The architect lifted his head as he decided to take a look at his surroundings, beginning to hear the distant sound of rushing water. Looking over, he spotted the faraway sight of a waterfall. Hm… Maybe that would be a good area to try.
And so, he began to carefully make his way over, taking some time to consider how to make his way down. He’d rather not accidentally aggravate any rishboland tigers, thank you very much. Once he finally found a safe enough area, he made sure his bag with his supplies was secured and out of the way, before carefully climbing down to the ground below.
“Easy now… Easy…” His grip was tight and his footing strong as he kept himself stable against the steep slope. He then decided to pause for a moment, taking a quick glance at his surroundings to make sure the area was safe.
The area was indeed very safe from any volatile wildlife. However, what he didn’t expect to see was someone already by the waterfall he was heading toward. And said person has incredibly familiar silver hair cascading into the water.
Those silver locks danced and curled along the water’s surface, shimmering under the sun rays that managed to slip through the canopy of trees. Droplets of water cling to the thinner strands and tips of Alhaitham’s hair, making Kaveh think of dew drops that gathered and glistened on leaves after it rained. Those seafoam highlights that peeked through proceeded to add a splash of vibrancy to the sight he was witnessing. There were even rivulets of water gently running down the other’s exposed shoulder-
Oh.
Oh.
Alhaitham is undressed.
No, wait- He’s not just undressed…
Alhaitham is bathing .
Kaveh’s face heated up at his accidental degeneracy of sneaking a peak at the other bathing, and it caused him to easily lose focus. Before the blonde knew it, he was sliding down the steep slope in a tumble, yelping as he roughly splashed into the water below. A part of him supposed it was best his body fell toward the deeper end of the water and not the ground – which is where he originally was going for.
Immediately, Kaveh pushed himself to the surface with a loud gasp, internally grumbling at the bothersome weight of his now-drenched clothes. Quickly, he dragged himself closer to the shore of the ground he was supposed to carefully step foot on in the first place. He was just about to whine about his sketchpad and drafting tools until he found a harsh pressure on his chest stealing the air from his lungs. Directly following the unexpected attack, he found himself flat on his back and pinned to the ground by a foot. The moment Kaveh managed to blink the stream water from his eyes, he instantly had to lean his head back, the sharp, steel edge of a blade resting at his neck.
Above him, Alhaitham was hastily clothed, the fabric of a robe having been quickly tied around his waist as if it were a towel. Regardless, it served its purpose of keeping Alhaitham’s decency intact. Yet, it didn’t erase the fact that those colorful eyes were looking at Kaveh with a dangerous intensity that had the architect gulping.
It was clear to Kaveh that he was completely pinned and at the other’s mercy. If the man wanted to kill him, it wouldn’t take much at all. And yet, all Kaveh could focus on was the way the daylight shined down on Alhaitham in all the right places, casting shadows that only made the silver-haired male’s looks even more defined. The glistening water, which seemed to make the other’s smooth skin and curtain of hair sparkle, only added to the appeal of it all.
“He’s beautiful…” That…really shouldn’t be a thought to have when all it takes is one swift motion across his neck to end his life.
The crushing force Alhaitham was channeling to his foot to keep Kaveh pinned down – not that Kaveh would want to fight back at the moment – kept up as he silently stared the blonde down. With a deepening frown, there was a glint of recognition in Alhaitham’s eyes, and he reluctantly backed off.
Kaveh took a shuddering deep breath as soon as the other let him go. One of his hands wandered to soothingly rub his chest where Alhaitham had been stepping on him. Archons… Kaveh didn’t even realize how little he was able to breathe because of all that!
“Y-You know…” The architect managed to wheeze out. “Those robes of yours really do too good of a job making you seem like a delicate flower.”
“What do you think you are doing here?” Alhaitham crossed his arms across his chest, looking down at Kaveh without a shred of sympathy.
“Straight to the point I see…” Kaveh softly huffed with some amusement before clearing his throat. “Actually, I was wandering around hoping to get some inspiration. I’m an architect after all, and I’ve been having a creative dry spell lately.”
He noticed the way Alhaitham rose a brow with skepticism. “No, really, I mean it!” Kaveh held his hands up by his head as a gesture of surrender, looking at the other with as much honesty as he could muster. “I truly came out here to sketch some ideas down. I had absolutely no intention of peeking at you! I just wanted to do drafts! Speaking of which, my supplies probably sank to the bottom of the water if you want to literally fish out the evidence!”
There was a moment of silence between them, Kaveh looking at Alhaitham a little nervously. If it really came down to a fight, Kaveh would certainly know his way around a scuffle, but he honestly rather not. Especially, after he tumbled into the water where he could have drowned… And nearly got his neck sliced open which certainly wasn’t a pretty image. Fortunately, Alhaitham’s tense posture seemed to ease up a little and Kaveh took it for what it was. After all, even if they knew each other’s names, they still were practically strangers.
“Ah… My supplies.” Kaveh suddenly realized as he thought over his conversation with the other. He sighed deeply at the thought of his things soaking in the water. At least some things will be salvageable, but his sketchpad certainly won’t be.
He slowly took a deep breath before exhaling sharply, starting to stand up despite the disheartened feeling in his chest. When he lifted his head, he blinked as his bag of things was suddenly held out to him. When he looked over, he spotted Alhaitham standing before him as if someone dunked more water on him. The other had clearly gotten back into the water to get his sunken items before covering up again.
Kaveh carefully accepted his bag, noticing that most of the water was already dumped out. It wasn’t perfect, but it was the best he was going to get. Regardless, he felt a small, grateful warmth form in his chest as he met Alhaitham’s eyes. “Ah… Thanks.”
“Think of it as compensation for threatening you earlier.” Alhaitham went quiet for a moment before huffing lightly as he turned away. “Now, leave.”
Kaveh was about to do so until something caused him to pause. Peeking out from underneath that veil of hair, the blonde spotted the red marks of irritated skin on Alhaitham’s upper back. It was on the side he was originally unable to see from where he was, so it was no wonder he hadn’t noticed until now. Regardless, he was aware of it now.
“Wait.” Kaveh carefully reached out, pausing the moment the pads of his fingers lightly pressed against Alhaitham’s back. He noticed how the other’s body noticeably stiffened at the unexpected contact, colorful eyes peering at him from over his shoulder.
With care, Kaveh slowly pulled his hand away under Alhaitham’s attentive gaze. “You’re injured.”
“It’s just a scratch.”
“Right… but “scratches” can still get infected if you’re not careful.” Kaveh frowned a little with concern. “Hey, how about you come with me to the Bimarstan?”
“Bimarstan?” Alhaitham’s brows knitted together with slight confusion.
For a split moment, Kaveh met that confusion with his own. Who doesn’t know of the Bimarstan? Pushing aside that though for now, Kaveh gave a small nod as he elaborated. “It’s the city’s hospital and they’ll certainly be able to patch that wound up free of charge.”
Alhaitham lightly shook his head in refusal. “That won’t be necessary. I have enough knowledge about the local wildlife to make medicine for myself.”
Kaveh frowned a bit stubbornly, not wanting to just let this man walk off to the great unknowns again with an injury, regardless of how small it was. “How about this, if you go with me to get that wound fixed up, I’ll treat you to a meal, get you some fresh clothes, and even let you have access to my bathroom to take a proper bath since I clearly disrupted you.”
The architect felt as if he were gambling at the moment, observing the way Alhaitham seemed to consider his offer. After what felt like forever, the silver-haired male sighed deeply with reluctant acceptance. “...Fine. Let me get dressed and then you can lead the way.” His gaze narrowed. “And I expect you to give me privacy as I do so.”
“Of course…!” Kaveh nodded before quickly turning away and walking off to create some distance. He didn’t want to be rude after all. Especially, when he just barely convinced the man to come along.
A couple of minutes later and Kaveh heard the sound of footsteps moving closer to him. He took it as a sign that he could look and he spotted Alhaitham still damp, but fully dressed. Unable to help himself, he gave Alhaitham a small smile. “Come on, this way.”
Alhaitham silently gave the forest one last look before giving a faint nod to Kaveh, finally beginning to follow the other back to the city.
Notes:
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Chapter 3: Getting to Know You... Maybe
Summary:
Kaveh is really trying his best here.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
A wary gaze sharply tracked every motion made near him, his body refusing to relax as his posture remained straight with attentiveness. With suspicion, he eyed the damp cotton ball held between the tweezer’s tongs. Standing next to Alhaitham was Kaveh, the architect quietly observing the other’s reactions as one of the Bimarstan’s doctors tended to the silver-haired male. Or, at least, was trying to if it weren’t for Alhaitham’s intense stare and calculating silence.
Kaveh finally sighed, noting how stifling the atmosphere was getting the longer this went on. “Easy there… All it’s gonna do is help make sure that the wound stays clean. It’ll sting a bit, but it won’t kill you.”
Alhaitham had quietly glanced over at Kaveh as if searching for any signs of deception. When he found none, he reluctantly eased up just enough for the doctor to feel brave enough to work. Meanwhile, the architect tried to fill the awkward silence and bring Alhaitham some reassurance by pointing out the different medicines and tools he could recognize, idly informing the other of what they were, what they were for, and what they did. While Alhaitham did not strike up a conversation himself with words, he still gave small hums and nods of acknowledgment, letting the blonde know that his explanations were being heard.
Honestly, with how Alhaitham was acting, Kaveh felt pretty convinced that the other had never been to a doctor before. It was a little concerning to consider, but Alhaitham seems to have gotten by in life just fine, so who was he to judge? Regardless, the experience was almost like taking a stray cat in for its first check-up. So, there was some amusement to take from it all. Now, if only Alhaitham didn’t emit an aura that spoke of violence should the poor doctor be perceived as a threat…
However, as soon as the process was done, Alhaitham gladly stood up from the seat he was instructed to sit in, already strolling out of the room to leave. It left Kaveh struggling to catch up, having given the doctor’s instructions some half-hearted signs to show he was listening before he hurried after Alhaitham.
“Hey, wait up…!” Kaveh made his way outside, the sun shining high and bright. Waiting outside the Bimarstan’s premises was Alhaitham.
Meanwhile, Alhaitham merely gave the architect an indifferent look as Kaveh made his way over. “Where to next?”
“Well,” Kaveh blinked, deciding to mentally shrug off Alhaitham’s clear distaste for hospitals. “I did promise to treat you to a meal. C’mon, we can go to Puspa Cafe.”
“Puspa Cafe?” Alhaitham questioned as they began to walk down the path side by side.
“Yeah, it’s a pretty popular cafe. Lots of people usually gather there to hang out. Have…you never heard of it?”
“I have not.”
Kaveh couldn’t help but shoot the other a confused glance. “I hope I don’t sound rude, but, uh… How long have you been in the city?”
Alhaitham hummed thoughtfully for a moment. “I only come here to visit on rare occasions. Though, it is something I have decided to do recently. Before, I never bothered to check out the city.”
“I see.” Kaveh managed a small smile. “Well, I hope you take the time to visit the city more often. There are some interesting places and things to do around here if you know where and when to look. And I’ll happily be your guide too if you’d like…!”
Alhaitham seemed to silently consider the other’s words before looking around at the nearby scenery. “...I’ll take it into consideration. But I appreciate your offer.”
It hadn’t taken them too long to make it to Puspa Cafe, the warmth of the place engulfing them alongside the strong scent of coffee. Fortunately, it didn’t appear to be too crowded inside the building today, but Kaveh still decided to pick a table where they’d be seated further away from others. Even if Alhaitham said nothing, the architect was keen enough to tell the other’s body was slightly more relaxed as a result of his decision. It made Kaveh glad to know he read the other right, picking up on Alhaitham’s need for space or distance from crowds. Regardless of the reason, it was a positive choice on Kaveh’s part.
At the moment, Kaveh mentally debated on what to get, deciding to ignore the cries of his wallet. Perhaps, he’ll go for some of that heavenly coffee Enteka made along with some baklava…
Meanwhile, Alhaitham was quietly reading the menu board since he was completely unfamiliar with the cafe’s selection. His eyes squinted slightly, seemingly thinking over the written words rather deeply. After some moments of observing this, Kaveh decided to see if he could help out.
“...Need some help deciding?” To be honest, Kaveh was slightly surprised the other was struggling to pick something out. Alhaitham simply didn’t seem like the type to be stumped by such a thing.
“...Can’t…tell…”
“Hm?” Kaveh sat up a bit straighter, straining to hear what Alhaitham had mumbled. “What was that?”
“...” Alhaitham blinked, staring at the sign for a moment longer before meeting Kaveh’s eyes. “It’s nothing, really. I just can’t read any of the words.”
“Oh, I see.”
“...”
“...”
Wait.
What?
Kaveh had to do a double take as he finally processed the words, looking at Alhiatham with wide eyes. The other had said it so causally that the architect had to take a second to register the issue. “You…-Huh?”
“I can’t read the words,” Alhaitham stated simply as if he were telling Kaveh that the sky was blue and the grass is green. “Is there a problem with that besides the obvious…?”
“What- No, not at all…! I’ll gladly help you read it! I just…didn’t expect it.” Kaveh cleared his throat before leaning over to see the words better. “Okay, so, how about I help teach you a little? What words do you want me to read for you?”
“Second line down, left side.”
Kaveh nodded, reaching a hand over as he pointed underneath the written characters. “This means “rose” and next to it is “custard”.”
“Mmn…I see. Is it good?”
“I’ve had it before and I’d say it’s a pretty good dessert to have.”
“Then, what about the words on the fifth line?”
“The word here means “baklava”. It’s actually what I planned to get and it’s pretty popular.”
For the next while, Kaveh happily read the list of foods and drinks on the menu, Alhaitham’s attention completely on the architect as he occasionally nodded along. It was clear that the silver-haired male was eagerly taking in the information from the unexpected lesson – even though his facial expression did not give it away.
In the end, Kaveh decided to share his baklava with Alhaitham, the other deciding to give the padisarah pudding a try along with an herbal tea.
“You can quit laughing at me.”
Kaveh couldn’t hide the tiny snicker that escaped, unable to help but smile even under Alhaitham’s annoyed expression. The pair had finally finished their shared meal together, both of them leaving the cafe. Now, they were heading toward Kaveh’s place for the promised bath according to their agreement. Yet, Alhaitham had to now rely on his guide who wouldn’t stop finding amusement in what had happened earlier.
“I’m sorry, I can’t help it…!” Kaveh chuckled as he tried to calm down, yelping a little when Alhaitham attempted to swipe at him. “You’re expression was priceless!” It was almost comparable to giving a baby a lemon.
“I didn’t think you drank your coffee with such ungodly levels of sweetness.”
“Hey, the amount of sugar was perfectly fine! Besides, it’s very effective when I need the energy.”
“That cannot be healthy in any capacity.”
“Well, I’ll have to say that you’re wrong. After all, how else would I still manage to stand here alive and breathing while looking so stunning?”
“Glad to know you have a humble bone in that body of yours…”
Kaveh couldn’t help but faintly pout at the tone, watching as Alhaitham suddenly looked elsewhere. The architect softly huffed at how the other was now trying to ignore him. “There’s no need to be so sarcastic you know! Believe it or not, I can be humble!” He glanced away for a moment, lightly twirling a loose strand of blonde hair around his finger. “However, I actually do make it a point to keep my appearance appealing. So, don’t act like I’m wrong when I say I’m stunning!”
He waited for the expected response, only to never get it. Blinking with confusion, Kaveh turned his attention back on Alhaitham as he looked at the other.
Or, at least, where the other should have been.
“Eh…?!” Kaveh blinked a few times to make sure he was seeing things right. Spinning around, he realized that Alhaitham somehow vanished on him without him noticing. “Alhaitham?!”
How could that even be possible? The man was standing right next to him!
“He has to stop pulling this disappearing act on me! This is getting ridiculous!” Kaveh began to hurriedly search the surrounding area. It earned him the occasional glance his way, but he easily ignored any looks he got.
It wasn’t until a couple of minutes later that he finally found Alhaitham.
And the man somehow ended up on top of one of the city’s trees. Honestly, if it weren't for that absurdly long hair, Kaveh probably wouldn't have noticed the other was there.
“Alhaitham, what are you doing up there?! You’re not supposed to be climbing around like that…!” Kaveh really hoped the other hadn’t reopened his wounds. It turned out that those mere “scratches” were a bit deeper than Alhaitham led him to believe. It, thankfully, didn’t require stitches, but it wasn’t exactly a pretty injury either.
“Quiet. I’ll be down in a moment.”
“Do I have to lift you out of that tree myself?” Kaveh rested his hands on his hips, frowning a little as Alhaitham remained in that tree.
Though he swore, for a split-second, he saw something in those branches obscured by large leaves. When Kaveh instinctively took a couple of steps forward to get a better look, he was met with nothing unusual. The architect merely sighed softly, massaging his temple as he mumbled to himself. “Great… Alhaitham’s driving me crazy to the point I’m starting to see things.”
He lifted his head as soon as he heard a soft thud. When he looked over, he spotted Alhaitham safely back on the ground in front of him. “I’m done. Let’s go.”
Kaveh could only give a somewhat bewildered stare as Alhaitham acted like he had done nothing strange. “Wha-”
Alhaitham merely walked past him, glancing around. “Which direction leads to your apartment again?”
“H-Hey, don’t go changing the subject…! What were you thinking when you decided to vanish on me to climb a tree? You didn’t reopen your wound did you?”
“I wanted to get a better view of a part of the city, and my shoulder is fine.”
“Ugh,” Kaveh could only give a groan before starting to lead Alhaitham to his residency. “Listen, as soon as we get to my place, I’m checking to make sure you didn’t screw anything up.”
“Alright.”
Kaveh’s apartment was small. It also contained the energy of “organized chaos”. Alhaitham was curiously looking around, taking in the cheap furniture and work-related supplies lying around the place. It certainly wasn’t anything impressive by a long shot, but it was practical despite the size.
“The bathroom is down the hallway over here. Make sure to be careful with that shoulder of yours.” Fortunately, when Kaveh had checked it, nothing appeared to be wrong. A good thing too since the blonde would’ve been annoyed if Alhaitham’s earlier stunt set back the healing process.
Kaveh made sure to hand over some towels as well as some spare clothes from his bedroom drawers. “Take these too. If you need me to help with anything, just shout.”
“Alright.”
With that, Kaveh left Alhaitham to wash up, the architect making himself comfortable as he let himself sink into his couch. He couldn’t help but quietly think over the day’s events so far, and he wondered how he ended up where he is now.
In all honesty, it felt almost unreal. He never thought he’d ever get to become so well acquainted with Alhaitham, not when the man had unintentionally haunted him with his illusive presence. Yet, here Kaveh was, in his home after having lunch with the other and now that man was bathing in his bathroom. A part of him felt a hopeful spark in his chest that, maybe after all this, Alhaitham would want to spend more time with him in the future. Though, he wouldn’t mind it too much if Alhaitham’s time with him merely convinced the other that visiting the city, in general, was worth a few more frequent trips.
…He’d really like to show Alhaitham around more. He knew a lot of scenic spots and places of interest that he wouldn’t mind showing the other. Maybe, he could manage to make the man smile more often too.
Kaveh sighed softly as he closed his eyes, an image forming in his mind of what such an expression would look like on Alhaitham’s face. Would it be a smile as bright as the sun that seemed to reach from ear to ear, a dazzling sparkle in those multicolored eyes that seemed to shine under the light? Or would it be something more subtle, yet equally powerful? Perhaps, a faint upward curve to the corners of those lips, eyes almost half-lidded with relaxation as those long lashes decorated his gaze like a pretty window curtain – something that made those sharp features turn gentle and soft?
Would those silver locks curl, framing the man’s face as if it were a photograph? Would they make his expression shine even more brilliantly?
And yet, before Kaveh could slip even deeper into his imagination, a clattering sound snapped him out of it. Kaveh quickly got up as he realized the sound came from the bathroom. Fearing the worst, he made his way over while still being a little disorientated from being pulled so suddenly from his daydreaming. With worry pumping in his heart, he yanked the door open. “What happened?! Is everything alright?!”
It was at this moment, that Kaveh knew, he may have fucked up.
One, Alhaitham looked perfectly fine. Two, the bathroom floor was soaked with water as if the man had decided to catapult himself into the tub, resulting in a lot of water spilling out. Three, they were staring each other directly in the eyes, one of them in the tub and the other in stunned silence at the doorway. Four, bottles of soaps and shampoos were scattered all over the floor. And five…
Alhaitham was very, very much exposed and Kaveh’s malfunctioning brain only managed to spot the other’s thighs before something was suddenly thrown at his face.
“ Fucking- Ow !” Kaveh’s head began to ache, that bar of soap that smacked into his forehead like a bullet falling to the floor.
“ Get out !”
“Yes, yes, yes! I’m leaving! I’m so, so sorry! Really! I- Hey, stop throwing shit at me! I’m going, I’m going!”
Kaveh swore that there was some god out there who was personally peering into his life, deciding on all the ways to make himself look like a fool right in front of Alhaitham. And he would really, really appreciate it if they would stop tormenting him like this!
…Okay, but those were some nice thighs. And, even though Kaveh swears on his life that he’s not a creep, he is a man who appreciates beauty when he sees it. So, maybe Kaveh can’t be entirely upset.
Though, the tiny bruise forming on the middle of his forehead was saying otherwise.
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Chapter 4: A Matter of Perspective
Summary:
Alhaitham can't help but think over the recent changes in his life.
Notes:
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Chapter Text
“I will be taking my leave now.”
Kaveh looked over at now-dressed Alhaitham, feeling the tiniest spark of disappointment. “Already?”
“I have places to be and things to do before it gets dark.” Alhaitham gave a small shrug as he glanced over at the window, taking in the amount of daylight remaining for the day.
“I see.” Kaveh slightly frowned in thought. As sad as it was to have to part ways, it’s not like he doesn’t understand the need to get things done on time. “Well, don’t let me keep you held up, but I hope we can hang out like this again in the future… If that’s alright with you, of course.”
Kaveh curiously observed as Alhaitham paused, seeming to genuinely consider his words. After a minute of silence – which honestly made the architect a tad nervous – Alhaitham finally responded. “...I suppose it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.”
Suddenly, Alhaitham’s head whipped over in Kaveh’s direction with a narrowed gaze. The blonde began to internally sweat, becoming a little self-conscious. “What is with that look?! Did I somehow do something wrong again?” However, it didn’t feel like Alhaitham was looking at him exactly. So, what…
Kaveh risked a glance over his shoulder, looking behind him to see what could have caught Alhaitham’s attention. However, he saw nothing except for his home and an open window to let some fresh air in. And yet, before he could ponder about it any further, his focus was drawn back by Alhaitham’s voice.
“Farewell, Kaveh.” The silver-haired male’s expression had already returned to its default impassiveness. Kaveh could only blink at the abrupt change before managing to raise a hand and wave it in a small “goodbye” gesture. “Uh, see you later. Have a safe trip back home.”
“...” Alhaitham stared for a moment, eyes widening by such a tiny fraction that Kaveh nearly missed it. Was the other put off by his words? It was a perfectly polite thing to say, wasn’t it? Then again, maybe Alhaitham didn't have many people who said such things to him. That...was actually a little bit sad to consider.
However, Alhaitham only offered a nod of acknowledgment before finally leaving the apartment. Once he was gone, Kaveh sighed deeply as he continued to wonder about the mystery that is still Alhaitham. Lightly shaking his head, he made his way over to close the open window for the day.
“Where does Alhaitham live, actually? Would it be too soon to ask him? He seems like a very private person. I wouldn’t want to pass any boundaries with him. I already have done enough to upset him. I’m surprised he still felt comfortable enough to stick around even though I kept accidentally peeking at him.” Kaveh frowned a bit with dismay at his small bouts of misfortune before startling as he felt his hand bump into something.
Assuming that whatever he knocked into was going to tip over, he reactively moved to catch it only to pause. There was nothing on this windowsill to knock over. Then, what-
“Oh.” Kaveh relaxed a bit with a shred of embarrassment at his own silliness, his gaze focusing on the window’s curtains. He must have been so deep in thought he got startled by touching his window’s curtain.
“Alhaitham…” Honestly, ever since that man entered his life, it really did feel like he was sometimes going a little crazy. Actually, speaking of which…
Kaveh quickly looked around before he came to a sudden realization.
“He took my clothes that I lent him!” The architect could only groan at the loss of his belongings. “Alhaitham, you dummy…! You weren’t supposed to keep them! You were supposed to leave them once yours finished drying!”
Meanwhile, completely oblivious to a certain blonde’s plight, and with a pair of “new” clothes in tow, Alhaitham strolled through the city’s many streets. His steps were light and his presence quiet as he walked by the many people who went about their day. He barely paid them any mind, treating them no differently than background noise. However, he would occasionally pause to glance over his shoulder, checking behind him as he kept his eyes on the tiny figure that followed after him.
With seemingly endless patience, he would silently wait until the small creature caught up. Once it finally did, it glanced up at him from underneath its mushroom-like cap. Their gazes met and Alhaitham tilted his head, making a subtle signal to keep following him. Without a word, that tiny being happily obeyed.
It wasn’t until they were a decent distance from the city that Alhaitham finally spoke up, his voice soft. “What were you doing in the city?”
“Araesha wanted to follow Arahaitham!”
Alhaitham lightly huffed, glancing at the Aranara with a knowing look. “You just wanted to find more materials for your riddles.” Araesha had paused and it was close enough to a flinch. It was like catching a child red-handed.
Alhaitham faintly frowned, his tone taking a more serious tone. “I warned you all to stay away from the places that have many Nara. It’s dangerous and you could get hurt. Besides,” His frown deepened as he thought back on some of his sightseeing around the city. “Some of those vile, masked Nara stick around there. I do not want any of you near them even if they cannot see you like I can.”
The Aranara’s head drooped with guilt as they were scolded. “Araesha is sorry… Didn’t mean to make Arahaitham upset.”
“I know. However, if you are truly sorry and wish to make it up to me, please heed my words in the future.” Alhaitham carefully glanced at their surroundings to be certain they were alone before crouching low. He gently lifted Araesha up before allowing the little forest fairy to settle on his shoulder. “Come on, let’s go home.”
With one last glance at the city behind them, Alhaitham refocused his attention on the task at hand. Though, the comfortable silence that ensued during the trek back home allowed him plenty of time to think over his life’s recent events.
All throughout his life, even as a child, he could easily recall the glimpses he got of the ever-distant city. Though, what initially drew his attention was the massive tree that towered over the land and seemingly reach for the heavens. When he was old enough to venture a little closer, he had gotten good enough views to notice the details of the architecture that spiraled around that grand tree. He had once thought to himself how interesting it was that his own kind, much like the creatures of the forest, made a home out of nature.
Like a moth to a flame, the city had captured his curiosity and his desire to see it for himself remained even as he became an adult. However, no matter how much that desire grew, he refrained from following through with it. Perhaps, part of him was uncertain about going to a place full of Nara. Perhaps, part of him wondered if it would lure him in and take him from his home. Perhaps, it was something else or a mix of many things.
And yet, the other Aranaras managed to read him like a book as they encouraged him to explore the world beyond the forests. As reluctant as he was to leave them even during his resting periods, he was eventually worn down enough to give in to their persistent encouragement. It was then that he began to tentatively make tiny and short trips to the city, and he did so while keeping himself as unnoticed as possible. With some time, practice, and what little Ararakalari he has, he managed to make his presence nearly invisible which allowed him to comfortably stroll around as he pleased.
In the end, he concluded that it wasn’t too bad to stop by once in a while. Especially, since it also served as good practice. He even made some trips to the port that he overheard about on some occasions – which he later learned was called Port Ormos – once he was confident enough to do so.
However, it was during one of his trips to the city that he was growing a little tired and it was affecting his extra ability to keep himself undetected. Hoping to take some moments to rest, he went to the nearest building that seemed open to the public and chose a secluded spot to sit at. What he hadn’t accounted for though was some unknown Nara approaching his table and refusing to leave. It was slowly grating on his nerves and as he noticed the other attempting to touch him, Alhaitham had tensed up, prepared to toss this strange man to the floor. But before he could gladly enact such a plan-
“ Excuse me , but you’re not welcome here.”
Someone else had stepped in.
Alhaitham had tuned out whatever tense conversation the two men were having, not caring about it in the slightest, as he focused his sights on the newcomer. Unexpectedly, he found himself pausing thoughtfully.
His eyes were graced by the sight of hair that reminded him of the sun’s warmth and eyes that were intense with a keen sharpness, yet such a gentle hue. The man’s clothing was certainly interesting, but it seemed to capture the blonde’s aura. At least, from what little he knew. Alhaitham found his interest piqued, idly noting how the stranger harassing him earlier was finally shooed away. However, what Alhaitham certainly didn’t appreciate was how the blonde had continued to stare at him without a word.
He had glanced at himself, wondering if there was something on him that was evoking such a stunned reaction in the other, but found nothing out of the ordinary – that he was aware of at least. But he was growing rather impatient. And so, with irritation lacing his tongue, he had spoken. “Are you done gawking at me?”
Fortunately, the other seemed to have some awareness and the decency to apologize to him at the very least. So, Alhaitham had decided to let it go for now.
“Anyways, I never introduced myself. I’m Kaveh, an architect in Sumeru.”
That day, he learned that the blonde’s name is “Kaveh”.
“A-” When he had picked up on the cue to introduce himself, he had nearly responded with “Arahaitham”. It took him a split second to bring to mind his human name. “Alhaitham.”
Once he had finally shared his name, he silently observed how Kaveh seemed rather…overjoyed? Alhaitham was rather confused. Were Nara normally this happy when learning someone else’s name, or was this one just special? Regardless, he had deemed it best to cut this interaction short while he still could.
“It was nice to meet you, but I should be going. I merely came to look around for a little bit.”
With that, he had left without another word, letting his presence go undetected the second he stepped foot outside.
Though, he did briefly glance back at the building’s entrance, raising a brow as Kaveh made some sort of exclamation with dismay. Alhaitham had merely shrugged it off before continuing on his merry way.
He honestly thought that would be the last time he’d meet the other.
At least, until Alhaitham had thought he was under attack when the fool went tumbling into the body of water he was bathing in. Initially, he hadn’t recognized the blonde. He had simply whipped his head over, and the moment he spotted the recognizable form of a human body, Alhaitham swiftly covered himself before summoning his sword. His only thought and priority at that moment was to disarm and pin down the potential threat. It wasn’t until he finally got a chance to properly see the intruder that he realized it was Kaveh. And it wasn’t hard to see that the other clearly has no ill intentions by coming here.
“How unfortunate…” Alhaitham had idly thought to himself as he backed off. Still, he was not one to let his guard down, so he remained wary of the blonde.
Fortunately, the explanation for why Kaveh was there was not difficult to get from the man. However, it was a little ridiculous in Alhaitham’s opinion. Honestly, how could someone looking for some artistic inspiration end up in such danger? He’s surprised at how lucky Kaveh had been with that fall. Regardless, a tiny part of him had felt a shred of pity. And so, he had decided to make the small effort of fetching Kaveh’s lost items that had fallen to the bottom of the water.
Alhaitham had little knowledge about the care needed for some of the supplies he saw in that bag as he drained it, but he could tell what things were ruined when he saw them. But then… Kaveh’s eyes betrayed a gentle warmth of gratefulness within them. He had found himself momentarily struck silent by such a gaze before shrugging it off. He had tried to go back to what he was doing, allowing Kaveh to leave as well, only to freeze up.
He had tensed the moment he felt the pads of the architect’s fingers make contact with his body, something within his mind going blank and devoid of thoughts for some seconds even after Kaveh pulled away. The moment he had reactively looked back, he could tell Kaveh had also noticed his unease. Thankfully, the blonde seemed to respect his boundaries enough to not touch him again. But then he had brought up his wound.
“It’s just a scratch.” It was actually a little deeper than that, but he’s dealt with worse injuries on his own and with the aid of the Aranara. He had actually gotten hurt during an earlier incident in the day, having saved one of the more reckless Aranara from some hilinaras. One of the larger ones managed to sneak up behind him and claw at him. Alhaitham had gotten out of the way, preventing the wound from becoming as deep as it would have been, but it still stung.
But what did the other decide to do when he tried to shrug it off? He didn’t leave him alone but instead insisted on taking him to that “Bimarstan” place. Alhaitham was honestly going to keep refusing to go with Kaveh, knowing that he can deal with this by himself, and yet the other had attempted to make a deal with him.
The attempts to persuade him were…a little amusing. Though, Alhaitham couldn’t help but quietly stare at the other who was waiting for his response. The genuine shine of concern and the innocent desire to assist…
It reminded him far too much of the innocence the Aranara have.
“...Fine.” He had found himself agreeing, though not without sending a rather threatening glare when he told Kaveh to give him the privacy to change into his clothes.
By the time the visit to the Bimarstan was over, Alhaitham was mentally grateful. Yes, he can tell the treatment for his wound worked well. However, he couldn’t help but mentally scrunch his nose at all the scents that permeated the medical building. He was certainly no stranger to strong and unpleasant scents. Sometimes, he had to deal with flora that emitted smells too foul or too strong. But the scent of the Bimarstan’s air was unusual and unpleasant. He’ll gladly pass on going there ever again, thank you very much. Especially, when it had some other stranger tending to him. Regardless of the Nara’s skill, it had left an uneasy pit within his stomach.
It certainly made him thankful when they made it to the so-called “Puspa Cafe”. At least, Alhaitham could only assume that’s what the bigger lettering on the building meant. Speaking of which, that had led to yet another roadblock…
He knew how to speak perfectly well, and since Aranara once used to communicate with Nara all those years ago, he was not surprised they adapted to the verbal language as well. Though, Alhaitham still feels as if some things were lost in translation as Nara language may have evolved a little since those times of co-existence. Regardless, Alhaitham did know how to write and read. It just…wasn’t the correct script. And so, when it came to the unrecognizable characters written all over the city, he was rather clueless. He had to rely on observations to make guesses on what some words meant or possibly translated to. However, while Alhaitham knew the disadvantage it put him in being unable to read the present Sumeru writing, he did not find it that big of a deal. It certainly wasn’t worth a fuss.
Though, it was a little bit amusing to see Kaveh’s reaction to how calmly and causally he mentioned his illiteracy.
However, what he hadn’t expected was for Kaveh to gladly help turn their outing into a miniature language lesson. It was…pleasant, actually.
…Curiously test-tasting Kaveh’s coffee though was far from pleasant. And his mood only soured more at seeing how much of a kick Kaveh got out of that.
Alhaitham may or may not have kicked the man’s shin underneath the table as payback.
And, as if that wasn’t enough, Alhaitham had tuned Kaveh out in the middle of their conversation, having spotted something moving in his peripherals. Already recognizing the signature of that magical aura, Alhaitham mentally sighed before quickly following it.
Lo and behold, he had found an Aranara hanging out on a tree’s branch. It was with some pained grunts that he managed to carefully climb his way up without too many people noticing. Thankfully, it wasn’t difficult to convince the Aranara to head back home. Though, Alahaitham partly wondered if it was due to the creature noticing the pained state he was in when trying to get to them. Oh, well… He’ll be sure to talk to the Aranara later. He didn’t exactly want them to feel too guilty. However, he was certainly adding that one to the list of Aranara to scold for wandering so far from home.
“Alhaitham, what are you doing up there?!”
However, Kaveh soon managed to find him and Alhaitham let himself come down once he confirmed that the Aranara was heading home.
“I’m done. Let’s go.”
The architect certainly wasn’t pleased and Alhaitham easily brushed off the words Kaveh threw at him. It was somewhat odd to be looked after by someone like this. With the Aranara, they can certainly be insistent when they want to be, but it was not the same as Kaveh’s attitude. It was somewhat refreshing.
Even if it was a tad annoying with how the other kept complaining.
When they had finally made it to Kaveh’s apartment, Alhaitham took the time to take in the sights around him. It may not be the largest place he’s been in, but it was rather decent. It was clearly well lived in, but the small messes and clutter did give him the urge to clean the place up. But first things first… And that was the promised bath.
However, it was while he was preparing the bath that he found Araesha, the Aranara having also been in the city and happened to follow him to Kaveh’s place. But before he could properly scold the little rascal, they were already playing with the bath water, causing it to splash and spill out of the tub. Alhaitham could only sigh at the mess that was being made in the bathroom.
Unable to do much to stop the Aranara’s playful and innocent nature, he had simply gotten into the bath and tried his best to distract the little creature by playing along. He would properly speak with Araesha later. However, Alhaitham had quietly gasped, reaching over hoping to stop the Aranara in time when they accidentally knocked a basket full of bottled soaps and shampoos over. Alhaitham and Araesha had both paused, slightly flinching at the sound the fallen items made.
With a disappointed, parental look in his eyes, he stared at Araesha. “Wait for me outside and do not mess around with anything else.” Fortunately, the Aranara understood loud and clear, and the moment the bathroom door suddenly opened, Araesha had quickly hurried out without being noticed.
Meanwhile, Alhaitham had been distracted, slightly startled at the fact the door had opened at all, only to be met with the sight of Kaveh at the doorway. They had stared in stunned silence for what felt like forever until Alhaitham grabbed the nearest object and tossed it at the blonde with pinpoint accuracy.
“Get out!”
Safe to say, Kaveh definitely hurried out once Alhaitham made the message clear, the blonde slamming the door back closed.
Once again, Alhaitham wondered why he even bothered anymore.
The moment his clothes were dry and he could change out of Kaveh’s, he did. And it was then that he had noticed the position of the sun as he peered through one of the windows. So, he bid his farewell to Kaveh.
Though, not without shooting a silent message to Araesha who was by the windowsill and hiding behind its curtain. It was with the confidence that the Aranara would follow him that Alhaitham turned and left... While also accidentally stealing the clothes Kaveh lent him.
“Did Arahaitham make his first Nara friend?”
Alhaitham’s attention returned to the present as he glanced over at Araesha. He hummed thoughtfully for a moment, pondering the question as they finally made it back to Vanarana. He thought on it for a little longer as he brought out his flute with care, preparing to play the melody to announce his return.
“...I think that's a bit of a stretch.” Alhaitham faintly smiled before finally bringing that flute to his lips and playing the melody that was his and his alone.
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Chapter 5: Seeing
Summary:
To see the unseen... You must first open your eyes.
...Or, if you're him, nearly faceplant onto the ground.
Notes:
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Chapter Text
Meetings between them continued much to Kaveh’s pleasure. While their get-togethers were still rare, Alhaitham busy doing Archons-knows-what, he still managed to thoroughly enjoy whatever time they do manage to share together. Even when it ended up with him just helping Alhaitham with reading, there was a sort of peaceful coexistence between them. Though, that didn’t mean they never got on each other's nerves at times. However, even their bickering managed to fit together like puzzle pieces.
Before Kaveh knew it, it almost became like a new routine. Infrequent, yet when he met up with the other again, it was so easy to fall right back into place. It was…honestly nice to have. Especially, when things could get stressful or monotonous. Though, even with their times together, Kaveh has only managed to learn bits and pieces about Alhaitham. While it was a little disheartening, he respected the fact that the other is clearly a very private man. And he certainly didn’t want to be pushy or nosy. After all, everyone has personal things they simply don’t feel up to discussing. But from conversations, Kaveh naturally picked up on tiny things.
Alhaitham has a clear interest in flora. Whether it is flowers, trees, bushes, and such, he always seemed to be rather familiar with all sorts of native plants. That is also how Kaveh learned about how much Alhaitham cared for the natural environment. He pitied the occasional fools that caused damage to the forest during some of their strolls. Alhaitham certainly knew how to cut a man down into smithereens with only his voice as a weapon.
Then, there was the time Kaveh noticed how much Alhaitham seemed to be a natural with handling animals. Whether they were wild or strays within the city or Port Ormos, Kaveh found himself in awe. Honestly, it was making him consider introducing Alhaitham to Tighnari someday. He wasn’t sure if the pair’s attitudes would clash well or not, but Kaveh was certain they could find common ground. However, he continued to keep this to himself considering Alhaitham still has a clear aversion to interacting with too many people.
He will not admit that a tiny part of him is very pleased he is one of the rare few in Alhaitham’s life that the other feels comfortable with.
Kaveh quietly hummed to himself in thought as he made his way down one of the city’s many streets. “I wonder if I should get him something as a gift… Maybe that will help him warm up to me a bit more. Though, what would he even like?” He wouldn’t want to get something Alhaitham wouldn’t like or would just brush off. He doesn’t have much to work off of though.
He sighed softly as he mulled it over before suddenly gasping as he stumbled, his foot getting caught on something by the ground.
“W-Whoa…!” Kaveh slightly flailed in a panic, attempting to right himself before he could fall. He did not want his face to meet the ground, thank you very much.
With a deep breath, he inhaled sharply as he finally straightened his posture, managing to correct his balance. Once he was sure he wouldn’t go tipping over, he released the breath he was holding out of relief before checking behind him to see what he tripped over.
…What in the hell is that?
Within his field of vision was something that looked like a walking vegetable(?) with little arms, legs, and a leafy-looking hat. The little creature squeaked, Kaveh’s much larger form naturally knocking it over as a result of their collision. A part of Kaveh couldn’t help but feel as if this thing was familiar. Where has he seen something like this before…
The little creature quickly got up before turning to look up at him, and Kaveh’s mind clicked the pieces together when he saw the being’s face.
“An Aranara…?” Much like any citizen of Sumeru, everyone knows about the concept of the Aranara. Though, it has become more obscure whether or not they are real. Despite that, they were an incredibly popular supernatural creature in Sumeru’s lands and the heart of so many children’s fairytales. Whether one believed they existed or not, nearly everyone knows of the name.
Kaveh leaned closer, outstretching a hand to pick them up only to pause as the tiny thing flinched and ran to a nearby box to hide behind.
“Oookay… It’s not a toy. I think.” Those movements looked way too natural to be some sort of mechanical doll. And what in the world makes those tiny little…footstep sounds? Some sort of odd whistling sound maybe? The squeak of some sort of material? Kaveh honestly had no clue.
With a quick look around, Kaveh noticed nearby people continuing to go about their day, no one giving an indication that they saw what he did. Well, if the fairytales were true, then it shouldn’t be too surprising. Supposedly, only children, for some reason, can see the Aranara. Though, that doesn’t mean there have been suspicious and debatable accounts of adults seeing them too.
Oh, well. He might as well try and help the little guy. After all, Aranara are supposed to be creatures of the forest. Seeing one wandering around in the main city was certainly putting it out of its element.
With quiet steps, Kaveh carefully made his way over to the box before crouching in front of the barrier keeping them separated. “Hey, are you lost? I’m also really sorry about tripping over you. I didn’t know you were there.”
As he expected, he was not given a response, but the tiny hint of that leaf-like hat gave away the fact the Aranara is still there. “I don’t think the city is the best place for you to hang out. I can help you get back to the forest. I won’t mind.”
The offer to be guided home seemed to stir them, the Aranara cautiously poking their head around the corner of that wooden box. To help encourage them, Kaveh offered the little forest fairy a soft expression, lips forming a gentle smile. “I can get you back to the forest in no time. Though it might be easier if I can carry you, or you can ride on my shoulder. But if you’re not okay with that, you can just follow me. Just stay close. It wouldn’t be good to have you getting knocked around by accident again.”
They stared at him and Kaveh patiently waited for the Aranara to initiate further contact. Finally, a meek and tiny voice spoke up. “Nara will really take Aranali back home?”
Kaveh earnestly placed his hand over his heart. “I promise.”
There was obvious uncertainty in the Aranara, but they seemed to eventually give in. Whether that was purely out of trusting him or the prospect of getting back home was worth tagging along with a stranger, Kaveh wasn’t sure. But it was enough trust given to help Aranali and that is what mattered.
“Alright then, let’s get you back home.”
It turns out that bringing the Aranara home wouldn’t turn out to be as straightforward as it seemed. Once Aranali’s initial timidness seemed to fade, having slowly melted away with Kaveh’s continued presence, the Aranara was a very curious one. Kaveh would listen with quiet amusement as the Aranara seemed to bounce on his shoulders, asking about all the various items being sold at all the different stalls.
Kaveh may or may not have decided to purchase a jar of sugar and some fresh fruits upon seeing Aranali’s interests. Even though they hadn’t voiced their wants for such items, Kaveh could practically feel the happiness radiating off of Aranali.
All in all, it was a rather pleasant experience. Though, he did have to be careful to not look crazy when in the presence of other people. However, if it did get a little too crowded, Aranali would cling to his hair and hide. Regardless, Kaveh does think there may have been one or two children’s eyes that noticed the Aranara hitching a ride on him, but thankfully they must have thought Aranali was merely a toy or an adult reeled the kid’s attention to something else.
It was for the better, really. He knew kids can be very persistent when they want to, and he wasn’t sure how he’d escape such a confrontation without the child causing a commotion.
Before long though, Kaveh finally strolled out of the city, following vague directions from Aranali as to where to go. He merely nodded and hummed in agreement, idly making small conversation here and there. As curious as he was to where the Aranara lived, he knew it must be a sacred place that not just anyone could be allowed to know of. It was understandable to try and keep it secret.
However, he couldn’t help but have the oddest feeling that he was being watched. In fact, it was something he picked up on in the middle of hanging out with Aranali and buying them some little gifts. With hidden wariness, he’s secretly been keeping an eye out but has yet to notice anything out of place.
With a silent sigh, Kaveh continued onward as Aranali’s footing shifted on his shoulder.
“Follow me.”
Kaveh nearly choked on his spit as he flinched hard, his heart practically beating out of his chest as familiar silver hair and robes swayed, walking past him from behind. Aranali emitted a tiny, startled squeak as they held onto Kaveh’s hair in order to not fall off.
With wide eyes, the architect looked in front of him, the sight of Alhaitham’s back growing further and further away with every step ahead. “A-Alhai-”
“This way.”
Kaveh opened his mouth to say something but halted at the piercing stare Alhaitham gave him, the other having looked over his shoulder at Kaveh as if knowing the blonde would try to speak. Not knowing what else to do, Kaveh simply shut his mouth and nodded before complying.
Aranali though, once realizing who appeared, seemed to sing a happy tune. And, although Alhaitham did not stop or look back again, Kaveh managed to just barely hear a gentle hum, softly singing a melody he did not recognize either. Regardless, a part of him felt as if he just witnessed some sort of secret communication because that humming was certainly not for him.
Kaveh found himself completely lost as he followed Alhaitham seemingly all over the place. Sometimes, Kaveh swore they went in circles or ended up back where they started. Yet, at the same time, he’s felt like they have only ever been walking in a straight line forward this whole time.
“You can see them.”
Kaveh took a moment to realize Alhaitham had spoken, having grown too accustomed to the absolute silence between them. “Ah, you mean the Aranara, right? I guess that means you can see Aranali here too?”
“Arahaitham sees and knows all Aranara.” Aranali chimed in happily.
Alhaitham finally paused in his steps, his gaze wandering over to Aranali as if debating whether or not to lightly scold the other. In the end, he let it drop as he sighed softly. “What Aranali said is true. I have been able to see the Aranara since childhood and managed to retain such sight even into adulthood. Though…” He faintly frowned as he looked at Kaveh thoughtfully. “I did not expect to meet someone else capable of seeing them as well… You didn’t appear to notice them before.”
“Arahaitham…?” Speaking of which, Aranali called him “Nara” when they first met. Did it mean something in particular, or did Aranara culture have ways of addressing others as a form of social etiquette? Was it in any way similar to calling people Mr., Mrs., and Ms.?
Noticing Kaveh’s confusion, Alhaitham decided to provide an answer. “It is the name the Aranara address me with. Think of it as…a second “birthname” in a sense. However, I was given the name “Alhaitham” when I was born.”
“You actually answered me.” Kaveh was so used to Alhaitham typically dodging personal questions or ignoring them entirely.
“I merely wished to clear up any misunderstandings, such as you possibly believing I lied to you about my name. Now…” Alhaitham’s attention then focused on the Aranara resting on Kaveh’s shoulder. “Aranali, what were you doing in the city? How many times have I had to tell all of you to keep your distance? I was looking all over the place for you.”
Aranali seemed to wilt a little under the stern gaze. Meanwhile, Kaveh felt as if he was holding someone else’s kid while said child was being scolded by their parent.
Alhaitham sighed deeply. “Honestly, you were one of the last I expected to have wandered off like that.”
“Aranali’s sorry… But this Nara said he’ll help me get home. A-And the Nara got me nice things sold by other Nara…!”
“Is that so.” Kaveh blinked with some surprise at the soft look that formed in Alhaitham’s normally stern gaze.
“Yes! Aranali can’t wait to share the fresh fruits and taste of happiness!” The “taste of happiness”? What in the world was that supposed to mean?
Yet, he watched as Alhaitham merely nodded as if understanding what it meant. “The others will be happy indeed. However, next time, ask me for those things and I can get them for you. No more suddenly leaving to go to the city, okay?”
“Okay…” The Aranara then paused before looking at Kaveh a bit apologetically. “Oh, Aranali never asked for Nara’s name.”
“That’s okay.” Kaveh smiled a little. “I’m Kaveh.”
Much to his surprise, Aranali seemed to perk up at the sound of his name. He was just about to question it before Aranali cheerfully got off his shoulder and practically skipped their way over to Alhaitham. “Arahaitham, this is the Nara friend you made?”
“We are not friends.”
“But Arahaitham always ta-”
“ Aranali , how about we go home now? We can talk about this later.”
Kaveh chuckled a little. “Aw, let the little guy finish what he was going to say. It certainly sounded interesting.” He ignored the glare Alhaitham aimed his way. “Now, on a serious note… What’s going on here? Do you…know where the Aranara live? Judging by this one’s reactions, it sounds like they’re rather familiar with you.”
“...” Alhaitham stared at the architect, seeming to silently consider something. Kaveh patiently waited even as the silence between them continued to stretch on.
Finally, Alhaitham spoke, his voice quiet and losing a bit of its usual edge. “...Would you care to come with me? I can explain everything then.”
“...I have the time.” Kaveh sighed softly before meeting Alhaitham’s gaze with a gentle and sincere expression. “Lead the way.”
Notes:
(Happy holidays everyone! This year is ending faster than I expected. Legit feels like it was just January of 2022. How time flies...)
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Chapter 6: Sanctuary
Summary:
Welcome to Vanarana.
Notes:
Happy New Year, everyone! <3
I also have some things to share in the author note at the end.
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Chapter Text
The evening light glimmered in the slowly darkening skies, illuminating the oversized leaves that hung above them. With curiosity, Kaveh silently followed Alhaitham into, what appeared to be, an abandoned village. At least, that’s what he assumes it is. It easily caught his interest for he has never seen so many odd, tiny homes in one place before. Sure, many have found these tiny buildings scattered about in Sumeru's forests before, but it was never confirmed as to who they belonged to. And, already, his eyes were picking apart the structures’ architecture and materials. A quick glance at the Aranara riding on Alhaitham’s shoulder made it far too easy for Kaveh to realize that these must be Aranara houses.
Alhaitham soon came to a stop by a strange-looking stone and Kaveh took the opportunity to speak up. “...Where are we?”
“Vanarana. More specifically, the real Vanarana.”
“Real Vanarana?”
“Aranara are unique for they have the ability to traverse the “dream realm” you could say. This is the right location for where they live, but not the right “plane of existence”.”
“I see…” Kaveh’s eyes wandered to that mysterious stone, observing as Alhaitham gently took out a wooden flute. “So, I’ll assume that this stone has something to do with this dream Vanarana?”
“A silapna. It helps allow travel between the real and the dream, but only with the right melody.” It…still felt weird for Alhaitham to readily answer his questions. He had grown so used to the other’s secrecy. “Now, quiet.”
The first note rang out, Alhaitham’s expression falling into a peaceful one full of such gentleness that Kaveh found himself captivated. He silently let the other work his magic, observing how those fingers skillfully danced along the flute to create the right notes. Alhaitham appeared to be a complete natural at this. In fact, Kaveh would even go as far as saying that Alhaitham was somehow glowing in a way that only those in their element could.
The architect needed no verbal confirmation to understand that, for Alhaitham, this was more than just a home. It is a haven he may as well have been born in despite clearly being human. This location meant more to Alhaitham than Kaveh could ever truly hope to understand.
It was beautiful and even left him feeling a tiny bit jealous. Not everyone could achieve such an otherworldly, deep level of harmony and belonging.
Kaveh eventually managed to pull his gaze away from Alhaitham, a change in his surroundings quietly startling him. The world seemed to blur around him, a mystical haze filling the air as the sky became an unbelievably stunning twilight. It was so perfect that Kaveh found himself at a loss for words at the mere sight.
Everything that had once felt empty and void seemed to fill with an abundance of life and dancing lights.
Kaveh looked back over to Alhaitham, pausing as the dreamy aura of the dream Vanarana made the silver-haired male feel all the more like some mystical beauty one would hear about in folktales. And yet, just as soon as the moment began, it came to an end as the last note faded into the air. All around them, Kaveh heard the sounds of other living creatures and he began to pay more attention to his surroundings.
All around them, Aranara were making themselves known, most of them keeping their distance as they observed Kaveh with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.
One of the braver ones, Arama, finally stepped forth with that never-dimming smile. “Arahaitham has returned home and brought Nara friend!”
Kaveh blinked once and suddenly all the other Aranara were joyfully making their way to Alhaitham. Kaveh felt like he was watching a bunch of ducklings flocking to their mother. It was…actually rather cute.
Alhaitham merely greeted them all with a soft smile. “Indeed I have. I hope you do not mind.”
“Arahaitham has very good judgment! His Nara friend was very nice and helped Aranali get home.” Aranali cheerfully spoke up. “Nara friend also got Aranali gifts sold by other Nara. He is a very good Nara!”
At that, some of the more hesitant ones became a bit more relaxed as they looked over at Kaveh. The architect couldn’t help but nervously sweat a little under so many gazes. “Uh…” Not knowing how else to react, he gave them all a tiny wave in greeting. “Hello there. I’m Kaveh.”
“Welcome to Vanarana, Nara Kaveh.” An Aranara says and the crowd parts to allow someone through.
Alhaitham lets his head dip low in a respectful nod. “Araja, it is good to see you. I hope you do not mind that I brought an outsider.”
“Arahaitham, rarely has your judgment been wrong. Besides, all of us Aranara know of the lengths you go to to protect Vanarana. If you have let a Nara into this place, then they have done a great feat to earn your trust.” Araja made his way over to Kaveh and the blonde couldn’t help but feel as if there was an air of seniority to this Aranara. He quickly glances at Alhaitham with uncertainty, not wanting to accidentally offend.
“Kaveh, meet Araja. He serves as the village chief.”
“Th-The village chief…?!” Kaveh quickly looks back at Araja before giving a small bow out of panic to show respect. “Ah, sorry, I didn’t know you were, uh…”
There was the faintest sound of, what seemed to be, a…snort? Kaveh instantly straightened his back, his head swiveling over toward the direction of the sound. Much to his surprise, it was Alhaitham and the other was clearly turned away with shoulders lightly shaking with…
“I-Is he laughing at me?!” Kaveh stared with bewilderment at the unbelievable sight until there were light pats against his leg. He looked down, being greeted by the sight of the village chief who radiated an aura of amusement.
“Nara Kaveh has no need to be so formal. Arahaitham’s acknowledgment is already the greatest honor a Nara can get.”
“Araja…” Alhaitham sighed softly with exasperation from where he stood, all previous traces of laughter somehow magically vanishing into thin air. Kaveh was about to think he had imagined it.
“Let us not keep you, Arahaitham. Go ahead and show Nara Kaveh around.”
“So, this is your place? It’s pretty cozy considering you’re the tallest one living here.” Kaveh glanced around at the lone human-sized house there is in this entire village. Despite Alhaitham having little knowledge when it comes to constructing buildings, and living with creatures who had never had to create such a large-scale living space, it was rather impressive. However, Kaveh couldn’t help but idly note some structural bits that could honestly use some work.
There was an area Kaveh would describe as a living room with a small kitchen attached. Nearby was an extension with a door that must lead to a bedroom. Most of the home was a single floor, some of the space partially being built alongside the steep grooves of the stone terrain that seemed to box the village in.
Alhaitham simply gave a slight nod of acknowledgment before humming thoughtfully. “...You are a skilled architect, no? Tell me if there is anything that should be fixed around here. This is not exactly my forte even though this place has managed to stay standing just fine.”
“You wouldn’t mind me having a closer look around?”
“I wouldn’t. Especially, when it could help give me ways to improve it. Besides, take the chance to explore while you’re at it. You were going to see it all anyways.” Alhaitham moved over, fetching a hand-woven basket as he prepared to head back out. “While you are busy doing that, I do have some tasks I need to finish before the day ends.”
Kaveh paused, opening his mouth to protest since he’d rather spend more time with Alhaitham, but quickly kept quiet. Alhaitham had already spent much time giving him a tour of the village before bringing him here, so if the other wished to do some chores, who was he to stop him? “Alright then, if you say so.”
He feels like he must’ve done the right thing judging by the silent stare Alhaitham gave him before continuing what he was doing. It didn’t feel like a stare done out of judgment or annoyance but rather…confusion that was eventually welcomed. Kaveh still isn’t entirely certain about it but it definitely didn’t feel like a bad thing. Who knows, maybe he accidentally won some more respect from the other?
“Need any help with that? I’m not too bad of a cook myself.”
Alhaitham glanced over from where he was in the kitchen, currently unloading some of the fruits and plants he had foraged. “I’ve done this myself before. I can handle it.”
“But it’ll be easier and quicker with help.” Kaveh insisted with a small smile as he made his way over, ignoring the unimpressed look Alhaitham was shooting his way. “This seems like a lot to make for just you and me… Do you cook for the Aranara too?”
With reluctance, seeing as Kaveh wouldn’t take “no” for an answer, Alhaitham let the blonde assist. The Aranara caretaker sighed softly as he eventually answered. “I do. They seem to enjoy my cooking, so I always make a lot. However, it’s usually only dinner and sometimes lunch. Aranaras have a…unique concept of time and their bodies function differently from Naras. They are also not as reliant on the concepts of breakfast, lunch, and dinner as people are.”
“Huh.” Kaveh blinked as he processed the information. “Interesting. By the way, they keep calling me “Nara”... What does it mean?”
“Naras are humans. So, in a way, they are calling you Human Kaveh.”
“And…what about the whole “taste of happiness” thing I supposedly got Aranali?”
At this, Alhiatham couldn’t resist having the ghost of a smile on his lips, eyes lit with amusement. “Here, the “taste of happiness” refers to sugar.”
Kaveh stopped to stare at Alhaitham with bewilderment. “Wha-But… How… Why?”
“If you want the full story, I know just the right Aranara for you to speak with. They’re quite fond of the culinary arts.”
“... Something tells me the Aranara call a lot of things with strange descriptors.”
“If you want, I could write them out for you and their translations.”
Kaveh paused as he thought back to some of the writing he saw while looking around. “Are you kidding me? I can’t even read a word of the language you all write in! It’d be no help at all!”
“Well then,” Alhaitham speaks up with a pleased hum. “Perhaps you could make your time here more worthwhile in that case.”
“Huh?”
“Like you have been teaching me the current written language used in Sumeru, allow me to teach you the language of the Aranara. Seems like a fair enough trade, no?”
Notes:
I can't believe it's actually 2023. Time went by so fast. Anyways, to celebrate, I wanted to post a chapter for my two ongoing stories on the same day. For those curious about the second story I updated, you can check it out here: [Chrysalis]
NOTICE: I've been doing quite a bit of art lately on Twitter for more AUs I plan to write out someday here. So far, there's the [Divine Transmutation AU] (where Alhaitham is used for the man-made god project by the Sages) and the [Dualism AU] (where an incident during Alhaitham's childhood caused his logical and emotionally driven sides to split). Feel free to check them out!)
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Chapter 7: Silver Moonlight
Summary:
Every once and a while, there is Festival Utsava...
Notes:
Happy Birthday to Alhaitham!
Sorry for the lack of updates, I had some writer's block with this story.
Additionally, last week, I burned myself out from working 2 days straight on a 9 page comic. Now, within the span of another 2 days, I've pushed myself to make a continuation comic of 7 pages as well as updating 2 stories here on Ao3 (Divine Transmutation and Moonlit Lotus) with a word count of around 3.2k words each lol!
Links for the comic parts I was working on and the other story I'm updating at the same time will be shared in the end notes!
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Chapter Text
Visiting Alhaitham had quickly and easily woven its way into Kaveh’s daily life. The same went for learning more about the Aranara than he ever thought he would. That also included Alhaitham trying to help explain all the odd terminologies and customs. As unusual as it could be compared to the human world he’s used to, Kaveh honestly found it rather endearing. Besides, he was genuinely interested in learning.
And he also knew that with every snippet of knowledge shared with him came a crumb of more trust.
So, Kaveh made sure to genuinely and honestly treasure every little thing Alhaitham or the Aranara told him, keeping it all behind sealed lips. Even the most trivial of things, he promised to keep to himself because, more than anything, he was a man of his word and he would never dream of betraying the trust being given to him as an outsider.
Though, naturally, since Kaveh had no way of actually making it into the real Vanarana, whether he can visit for a while or not entirely depended on Alhaitham. After all, Kaveh really couldn’t do too much without the caretaker’s guidance. Most of the time though, Kaveh would spend his time assisting Alhaitham with whatever caretaker tasks the other would do. Sometimes, Kaveh would even help in getting some stray Aranara back into Alhaitham’s care if he was able to.
Alhaitham never really said anything about the constant assistance, but Kaveh has a feeling that the other was grateful for it. One could call it a gut feeling with how Alhaitham’s gaze toward him, though fierce, seemed somewhat gentle.
Kaveh swore his chest felt a tiny bit warmer at the sight of the discreet softness to Alhaitham’s edges.
Though, recently, Kaveh had not been able to visit the real Vanarana as much. In fact, he’s noticed that Alhaitham seems to be away or busy doing chores even more than usual. He couldn’t help but wonder why, and it wasn’t like he hadn’t tried asking. When he was lucky once to confront Alhaitham about it, the silver-haired male mumbled something about preparations and finding Aranara before needing to be elsewhere.
Kaveh, wanting to help but unsure if this was another Aranara culture thing, could only try and follow Alhaitham for more answers. But, no matter how much time he has spent with Alhaitham, the other knew the forest far better than he did. Besides, there was also that Aranara magic Alhaitham had access to that would help with the vanishing act.
As annoyed as Kaveh got at being ignored, he would eventually calm down, respecting the other’s boundaries and not wanting to push and pry too hard. Especially, if it could be considered some sort of offense in the world Alhaitham has grown up in.
And yet, one day, Kaveh found himself pausing, looking over his sketchbook as he worked on another commission for a building. He had chosen a nice spot outside the city, hoping the lack of noise would help him keep his focus.
Standing on a nearby stone was none other than Arama.
“Arama?”
“Nara Kaveh, Arahaitham wishes to invite you to Festival Utsava!”
Kaveh blinked, staring for a moment in silence before speaking up with confusion. “Festival…Utsava?”
Apparently, the festival was an occasion in which all Aranara would return home to Vanarana to celebrate. It was a special gathering consisting of good food and lovely music. Usually, the Aranara would be the sole organizers of the event and would prepare everything themselves. However, with Alhaitham being part of their community, his ability to help with preparations was much quicker and more efficient than the Aranara could alone.
Now that Kaveh thought about it, it did make sense now why Alhaitham was so busy. Especially, if he had to make sure every Aranara would be home on time for such an event. Kaveh wasn’t even sure what he would’ve been able to help with in that case then. After all, he hadn’t even heard of this festival until just now. But, apparently, the final preparations were being made and the time was soon upon them.
And Alhaitham invited him to be a part of such a culturally special festival.
Trusted outsider or not, Kaveh was left in awe that he was allowed to partake in such a thing. And there was certainly no way he’d ever refuse the invitation! Absolutely not! How could he dare to reject such an offer and opportunity? Alhaitham may not give himself away often, but Kaveh knows for certain that rejecting the other’s invitation would certainly sting.
Though, Kaveh found himself focused on another matter entirely.
“So,” Kaveh began as he sat with Arama who helpfully filled him in with patience. “What does Alhaitham do during the festival?”
“Arahaitham helps Aranara make delicious meals for everyone. But everyone looks forward to his performance.”
“Performance?”
Arama nodded happily and Kaveh swore the leaves on the Aranara’s head spun a little faster. Was that a sign of happiness or excitement? Honestly, he still had trouble reading how Aranara felt. “Arahaitham plays music with the others and dances in the water. All Aranara enjoy seeing Arahaitham perform. He rarely does so unless it’s a very special occasion! I hope Nara Kaveh enjoys it too!”
Kaveh couldn’t help but begin imagining what it would look and sound like. What would it be like to be in that romantic dreamland, isolated from the rest of the world and filled with the melody of Alhaitham’s flute? What would it be like to see Alhaitham move gracefully, water lapping at the caretaker’s ankles as he danced? What would Alhaitham’s hair be like as it flowed with the motions?
More than anything, Kaveh wanted to see it – he needed to see it.
“I’m certain I will. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Kaveh finally responds, smiling softly at the thought. It wasn’t often that he’s been to festivals. Especially, when festivals typically were tied to the arts. And with the way the Akademiya is now and how the Sabzeruz Festival is treated…
Kaveh definitely would not miss out on this.
“I’ll definitely be there, Alhaitham.”
When the time came, Kaveh expected Alhaitham to be the one to show up. So, he was a little bit surprised when he was met by the sight of Arama instead, the Aranara happy to guide him. Not sure what else to do, and having made sure he was prepared to leave, he simply followed Arama.
The trip was mostly quiet, though that was how it usually was. After all, the whole point of this twisting and confusing route to reach Vanarana was designed by Alhaitham to deter anyone who may attempt to follow. And so, Kaveh had learned the importance of staying silent during the journey to Vanarana.
Kaveh soon stepped into familiar territory, feeling energy washing over him as Arama transported him into the realm of dreams. Opening his eyes, Kaveh was greeted by the twilight-lit realm of the real Vanarana.
Already, he could pick up on the festive atmosphere, the scent of food filling the air and the realm unusually packed with a large number of Aranara.
“You came.”
Kaveh startled for a moment as he spun around, meeting familiar multicolored eyes. “A-Alhaitham…” He blinked as he collected his thoughts. “Of course, I came. Why wouldn’t I want to show up on such an occasion? Though, I would’ve appreciated a heads up that this was a thing.”
“Complaint noted.” Kaveh softly huffed at that, but before he could make a comeback, Alhaitham interrupted him. Kaveh found himself pausing at the unreadable look Alhaitham stared at him with. “...What do you think?”
“What do I think?”
“Of the festival.”
“Oh.” Kaveh glanced around, taking a moment to formulate a proper response. He soon looked back at Alhaitham, speaking genuinely from the heart. “I only just arrived, but… I like it a lot. I’ve always been interested in festivities, but with how Sumeru is nowadays…it’s hard to find them being hosted anymore. It’s mainly the Akademiya’s fault for that, but still…”
“...”
Kaveh offered the caretaker a soft smile. “Thank you…for inviting me. I mean it.”
“I see…” Alhaitham hummed thoughtfully, staring for a moment before turning away and beginning to walk elsewhere. “Enjoy yourself then. It is a good time to get to know the other Aranara. I am still finishing some things, so I will speak with you later.”
“Ah, o-okay? Can I help-…and you’re gone.” Kaveh blinked, Alhaitham already escaping his sights. He would describe it as Alhaitham vanishing into the crowd, but how the hell does one vanish into a crowd that was shorter than your knee?
Oh, well… Kaveh supposed that there wasn’t much else he could do about it. He may as well do as Alhaitham said and properly enjoy himself in the meantime.
Initially, Kaveh thought it would be a little awkward for someone like him to partake in festivities surrounded by beings that were significantly shorter than him. The world the Aranara lived in naturally was sized down to accommodate, the place full of tiny seats and miniature homes. It was one thing to visit and help around, but it was another to try having a party with them. And yet, Kaveh found himself enjoying himself rather quickly.
All over the place he’d kneel or find somewhere to sit, joyfully engaging in conversations or humming little tunes with them. Sometimes, he was scolded whenever he struggled to understand some of their unique ways of describing things – some of the bolder ones even lightly bonking his head. But at least the lessons Alhaitham has given him during previous visits helped him avoid communication issues for the most part.
The Aranara also seemed rather fond of gifting him flowers. Kaveh practically had a bouquet of them before he knew it, every giver of the flowers expressing their thanks and cheer. He wondered if this was also an Aranara custom.
Meanwhile, he was pleasantly surprised by the little hobbies some Aranara took up, even meeting a family of Aranara who loved cooking. Though the dishes Kaveh tasted, admittedly, could use a little work, they weren’t entirely inedible. Their cooking just needed to learn how to better balance the flavors to not be too overwhelming or too lacking.
…And Kaveh may or may not have gotten roped into a culinary debate in the process.
From the different tastes of “sadness”, “happiness”, and “anger, to the best tasting water, Kaveh felt as if he became part of a sibling squabble.
Though, as intimidating as the culinary brothers were when getting into a heated argument on what made food good, Kaveh will say that Arapacati could be one hell of a force to be reckoned with. When their sister began getting irritated at the others for starting an argument, especially in front of “Arahaitham’s special guest”, the brothers had quickly shut up. Even more so, Arapacati got all of the brothers to apologize to him! It took some time for Kaveh to reassure them all, especially the angered sister, that it was alright.
Though, at some point, Kaveh had gotten up as he noticed all the Aranara gathering in a single area. When he quietly followed, he noticed what looked like some sort of stage set up on a small section of land surrounded by shallow water. Spotting the village chief nearby, Kaveh carefully made his way over.
“Araja, what’s going on?”
“Nara Kaveh, everyone is ready for the ceremony’s music. It is the highlight of Festival Utsava.” Araja looked up at Kaveh. “Has Nara Kaveh been enjoying the festival?”
Kaveh blinked at the question before he gave a small smile, nodding. He happily held his gifted flowers closer. “It’s been wonderful. Probably the most fun I’ve had in a while. Thanks for letting me celebrate with you all.”
“All Aranara are happy to see our Nara friend. It makes everyone happy to see our Nara friend happy too. But, all of us Aranara must thank you for being Arahaitham’s friend most of all.”
“Speaking of which, where is Alhaitham? I haven’t seen him since-”
“Arahaitham is here! We can begin!”
Kaveh looked away from Araja at the sound of the Aranara around them giving excited cheers. He glanced over the crowd of Aranara, his eyes soon finding the sight of their caretaker.
Under a twilight moon, Alhaitham made his way to the center, the Aranara parting to let him through. His hair was out of its usual braid, instead unraveled to flow freely. A half bun rested neatly among the curtain of silver, several flowers carefully woven around that bun as if acting as a hair tie. In a way, it was almost like some sort of water lily resting upon a moonlit lake.
Alhaitham’s usual robes were gone, replaced by something much more formal. It was silky with billowing sleeves, the fabric light, thin, and airy. It seemed to glide over the water untouched as Alhaitham crossed, the small pond rippling with every step. It was enchanting.
Kaveh couldn’t pull his eyes away.
At a complete loss for words, Kaveh stood, their gazes briefly meeting before Alhaitham seemed to give the performing Aranara a silent cue to begin. The moment Alhaitham brought his lips to his flute, the first note ringing out, the rest of the choir followed.
Kaveh could only observe, his attention completely captured by the sight of Alhaitham. And if Alhaitham playing the opening notes while standing in place was stunning enough, Kaveh had to sit down once the other began to move .
Hair swayed around Alhaitham’s body, shining brightly and gracefully like silver threads, the loose ends of his sleeves dancing around his body like luminescent wings. Water lapped at Alhaitham’s ankles, some even sprinkling into the air like glitter, yet making little to no sound as the music muted any splashing. Under the twilight sky and dancing lights, Alhaitham was ethereal . Kaveh swore that he must have broken some sort of taboo by getting to witness such a sight.
If someone had said Alhaitham was some sort of divine being, Kaveh would believe it without a second thought. How could he not when Alhaitham seemed to embody the dreamland around them, life and joy washing over the village like a breath of the freshest and sweetest of air?
Kaveh was so lost in every little motion and note that he had not even realized when it ended.
It wasn’t until his vision was blocked by someone that he finally snapped out of it. Kaveh looked up, only to be greeted by the sight of Alhaitham up close. Kaveh’s sharp eyes could spot tiny dewdrops of water shimmering on Alhaitham’s hair and clothes.
Before he could say a word, Alhaitham offered his hand to Kaveh. “...Come with me.”
“Always.” Kaveh unconsciously responded, in a daze as he quickly reached over and held the other’s hand. Even with his glove on, he could feel the pleasant warmth shared between their hands.
Alhaitham lightly pulled Kaveh up before beginning to lead him elsewhere. The architect silently and easily let Alhaitham do whatever he wished.
“When Kaveh arrives, I wish for you all to give him these flowers on my behalf.”
“But wouldn’t Nara Kaveh be happier if Arahaitham gives them directly?”
“I’d like to give them to him like this. And once the highlight of the ceremony is over, I wish to speak with him alone.”
“...Is Arahaitham shy?”
Alhaitham stared silently at Arama before finally responding as he turned to walk away.
“...I’m not.”
Together, they sat on a log in a spot absent of anyone else except for them. Fireflies danced in the air, the everlasting pink and purple sky hanging over them. If Kaveh looked closely enough, he could spot the stars shyly peaking through.
Next to him, Alhaitham silently worked with deft fingers, holding the flowers Kaveh had been gifted and weaving them together. Occasionally, Kaveh looked over to check on the other’s work, captivated by the creation Alhaitham was assembling. Neither spoke a word and neither of them felt the need to. Just their close presence alone was enough of a conversation for them both.
“Here.”
Kaveh looked over, spotting Alhaitham presenting him with a completed flower crown. He found himself pausing at the stunning craftsmanship. Even if it was only a mere flower crown, even one glance could tell anyone the level of care and skill put into it.
“Is…this really for me?” Kaveh couldn’t help but ask as his gaze met Alhaitham’s.
“No, it’s for a mushroom. Of course, it is for you.” Kaveh was pretty sure Alhaitham was resisting the urge to roll his eyes.
The architect chuckled quietly. “You really didn’t need to… Especially, after inviting me here. You’ve already been giving me so much. And that’s only from today. It’s not even counting all that you’ve been helping me with whenever I visit on a normal day.”
Alhaitham continued staring unwaveringly. “I insist.”
Yet, Kaveh couldn’t help but feel a tinge of guilt at how much Alhaitham and the Aranara have been giving him all this time. It felt like he hadn’t done nearly enough to repay it. As he silently thought to himself, his eyes soon wandered over, noticing one of many viparyas nearby. “...Hold on.”
Alhaitham hummed softly with confusion as Kaveh got up, watching as the architect walked past him toward that viparyas. With care, Kaveh reached for it, gently plucking it from the ground before coming back. With Alhaitham still holding the flower crown in his hands, Kaveh sat back down before reaching over. With care, he weaved that viparyas into the flower crown.
Before Alhaitham could question the architect, Kaveh tenderly took that flower crown in both hands before lightly placing it upon Alhaitham’s head. The caretaker froze, blinking with surprise.
“There.” Kaveh smiled as he looked at Alhaitham with a soft expression. “You and the Aranara have already been giving a lot to me. So, how about this becomes my gift to you? I think it looks better on you anyway.”
“...It’ll turn into a padisarah in the real world.”
“Nothing wrong with that, is there? Besides, if you want it to stay a viparyas, then I suppose we’ll have to meet up in this Vanarana more often.”
Alhaitham slowly reached a hand up, fingertips lightly brushing against the petals of that added viparyas with no words to speak. Looking over at Kaveh and picking up on the other’s determination to turn Alhaitham’s gift around, turning the giver into the receiver, he could only sigh softly.
“Are you certain about this?”
“Of course, I am!”
Alhaitham turned away to observe the scenery around them, knowing that Kaveh wasn’t entirely informed of the importance of such a gift. Yet, even while being aware of the architect’s ignorance, the gesture and intentions still left some part of him warm.
Meanwhile, Kaveh mentally cheered at giving Alhaitham a gift, and he swore he saw the tips of Alhaitham’s ears turning pink from embarrassment. Instead of pointing it out, Kaveh decided to keep the peace between them and kept that tidbit of information to himself.
Notes:
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[ Abyss Flower Wielder Alhaitham Part 1 ]
[ Abyss Flower Wielder Alhaitham Part 2 ]
[ Divine Transmutation Chapter 5 ]
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Chapter 8: His Melody, His Final Note
Summary:
Everyone has a special song and a special place in their hearts...
Notes:
Hey everyone, sorry that I've been so slow with updates recently. Life has been kicking my ass and a lot of my free time has been spent on other ideas and personal projects I've been wanting to get done - most of them art related.
If you're interested in what I've been working on lately, I'll leave some links at the end notes. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this chapter!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
With care, the pads of his fingers lightly stroked one of the many petals that decorated the flower crown in his grasp. His home was quiet, his aura a subdued one as he gazed at the flower crown once again in deep contemplation. Idly, his eyes wandered to the lone viparyas woven into the gift.
Momentarily, Alhaitham recalled the very moment his gift was turned around. Yet, it was not in rejection or any sort of heartless intent. Instead, the gift he had made and the meaning it held had been proposed to him instead of the other way around. Just thinking about how it got reversed left him faintly flushing with embarrassment. Leave it to Kaveh to do such a thing to him… And he could tell that the architect had no idea about the weight of his actions. It was almost enough to make him mad.
Almost.
And yet, despite the other’s clear ignorance in the matter, the gesture still was genuine and heartfelt. It continued to leave his chest full with a bubbly warmth like bubbles found in boiling water.
“Tsk… How irritating.” How had things come to this? When had they become so close? He could only wonder when things had begun to change.
He never minded his lack of human companions, especially when he has the Aranara. Sure, it was a bit disheartening, but it wasn’t a necessity to have human friends. And then…
Then…
…There was Kaveh .
A man as bright in looks and brains with an aura that could rival the heated passion of the boiling sun. A man who could bring to life the lines he constantly drew upon pages and pages of paper. Someone who has a presence so loud, even he found his tolerance draining at times.
But Kaveh was warm like a fire amongst piles of snow with hands calloused but gentle like the loving breeze that carried seeds to new fields. His eyes were fierce and stubborn like a rishboland tiger, yet could look as stunningly sharp as gems, and soft like cotton. He could speak with natural charisma and wear his heart on his sleeve for those in need.
Kaveh is fascinating, he concludes. Kaveh is fascinating – almost disgustingly so. How else could he explain the knots of nausea that churned in his gut every time Kaveh did something attention-worthy? Or whenever someone would recognize their “Senior Kaveh” if one of their meet-ups took place somewhere more populated?
Would he also be another face in a sea of people Kaveh has gotten to know?
His grip slightly tightened and he lightly placed the flower crown aside on the nightstand. He suddenly felt a bit uneasy.
Perhaps, the moment everything changed was the day he had gone to search for the once-missing Aranali. His search had taken him to the city and he had done this song and dance long enough to not panic. Had he been some years younger, he’d probably be running around frantically. But he was no longer an amateur when it came to watching over the Aranara who decided to throw common sense into the wind.
And that’s when he saw it.
From the corner of his eyes, he had spotted familiar colors. When he whipped his head over, the last thing he had expected to see was the sight of Aranali hitching a ride on Kaveh’s shoulder. For a split second, his heart stopped. Aranali was one of the shy ones of the bunch. There was little sense in why they were riding a human’s shoulder. Could it be because Aranali was comfortable because they recognized Kaveh from all the times he’s spoken to the other Aranara about the man? Plausible, but it had still made it a questionable sight. Could Kaveh have convinced Aranali to ride on his shoulder? Impossible. Kaveh was a citizen of Sumeru like any other adult in this nation. The chance Kaveh could actually see Aranara and hold a conversation was slim to none. But how else could Aranali be alright being so close to a human regardless if it is Kaveh or not?
…But then Kaveh’s mouth was moving and it took Alhaitham a moment to realize that Kaveh was speaking to Aranali .
He wasn’t entirely sure if he should have been impressed or fearful. Could Kaveh see the Aranara this whole time? No, there were moments when Kaveh clearly was oblivious to their presence.
And yet, Alhaitham had stayed silent and undercover, quietly shadowing the pair and observing Kaveh making purchases for Aranali’s happiness. Alhaitham felt something in his chest swell at the sight. However, whatever positive aura he held had swiftly popped like a bubble. His expression sharpened, narrowed eyes darting over to an additional, unwelcomed observer across the street.
Alhaitham will never, ever forget those familiar fur-lined coats and haunting masks.
“A Fatuus.” And the Snezhnayan agent also had his eye on Kaveh and Aranali.
Not if he had anything to say about it.
He had given the unsuspecting Kaveh and Aranali a glance before slipping away, grip tightening on the hilt of his sheathed sword.
It seemed that he needed to have a little…chat with the Fatuus. After that, he had planned to bring Aranali back to Vanarana as soon as possible.
The muscles in his legs burned and screamed, feet scratched up and aching every time he stepped on something rough or sharp. The loose ends of his unraveling bandages were fluttering in the wind as he ran, the material stained without a doubt. But he could not care about any of it, even though every breath felt harder and harder to take.
If he stopped now, who knows if he’d be able to pick his body back up again?
He hastily used his forearm to wipe away the tears that blurred his vision, colors and shapes becoming blobs that made it challenging to tell where he was or where he was going. An idle part of him had briefly wondered if this is how a tiny animal felt when being hunted by a large predator. Did they too experience a form of “death” just from the effort it took to run far, far away?
He couldn’t breathe. It hurt to breathe. He wanted to rest, but nowhere was safe. Absolutely nowhere.
His entire body felt like a beating heart, every inch of his flesh seemingly pulsing with pumped blood. He felt sick, so very sick.
Where does he go? Where could he go?
Somewhere hidden among the trees, there was a tiny dome-like structure that seemed to be made of stone. Moss and foliage grew upon it, but it was a tiny space in an obscure location. It is a hiding place – it was as plain and simple as that.
He took it, practically tumbling into the tiny abode and stifling a pained cry with how hard his body slammed against the wall in his haste.
Curling himself up as tightly as he could, as if it could protect him, he promptly fainted, his body incapable of remaining conscious much longer.
By the time he woke up, he had spotted the moving forms of Aranara. And yet, all he had known was danger, and so, his reaction was not a very cheerful one.
The first time his paths crossed with the Aranara, he had wailed loudly in fear despite their attempts to comfort him. It would take days until he could trust the herbal medicines and fruits they left for him.
“A very, very long time ago, there was a little Nara who was all alone. He had no home and ran far, far away into the forest to hide for reasons unknown. One day, tired and hungry, he found a tiny home made of stone that sprouted leaves. Despite how small it was, he could fit inside the small and odd home. And it was there, that he finally found a place to rest in relative peace.
But, to his surprise, he would wake up the next day being looked upon by tiny creatures he had never seen before. They called themselves Aranara, and they wondered what a little Nara like him was doing so far from home – so far from his fellow Nara.
When asked, the little Nara did not answer. So, they did not ask further for they saw the unhappiness it brought.
For some days, they helped the little Nara. They gave him a place to sleep and bountiful food from the forest to eat. But soon, they had helped guide the little Nara to the nearest Nara village, for a little Nara was always meant to be among his kind.
The next day, some Aranara found the little Nara sleeping once again in that tiny home where they had nursed him back to health as best as they could.
They had tried once again to guide the lost, little Nara back so he may find a home. Only his kind would know how to help a little Nara properly.
Yet, with every attempt, they would find the little Nara fast asleep in that same tiny home. The Aranara were lost and confused as to what to do. So, they had gone to their Village Chief for his wisdom.
“If the little Nara will not return to the other Nara and has no home, then let’s make the little Nara a home.”
Not wanting a young, pure, and honest soul to meet misfortune, the Aranara welcomed him into their tiny village. A Nara was staying with them for the first time in many years.
“Silver Nara, we don’t know how to make you a home, but we will try.”
The little Nara – the Silver Nara – couldn’t help but smile at their sincerity. And so, he said, “I don’t know what a “home” is like either. But being here has to be it, right?”
And thus, they continued to live in harmony from then on.”
With a faint, bittersweet smile, Alhaitham silently closed the cover of the book. It was a gift the Aranara had gifted him on one of his birthdays – once they had learned the concept of a “birthday”.
Yes…this version of the tale was much kinder.
They met up again in Kaveh’s small apartment, the scent of freshly made tea wafting into the air between them. Alhaitham glanced at the world reflected upon the surface of the liquid in thought, his other hand idly fiddling with the flute secured to his side.
“Is everything alright?”
Alhaitham looks up, only to be met with Kaveh’s concerned eyes. The architect continues with minor uncertainty. “You’ve…seemed a bit troubled lately and we haven’t been meeting up as much as we usually do.”
The caretaker slowly blinked, thinking over how his days have been as of late and internally debating how much he should say. “...Things have been busy. That’s all.”
“Oh.” Kaveh doesn’t seem entirely convinced, but he seems to pick up on it not being a full-out lie. “...Is there any way I could help? I don’t mind.”
Alhaitham genuinely considered the offer before mentally shooing it away. He responded with a light shake of his head. “I have it handled. If I require your help, I’ll let you know. But for now, it’s manageable.”
“If you say so…”
An awkward silence had settled between them for a while until Alhaitham glanced at his flute and finally made his decision. The feet of his chair scratched against the floor as he stood up, Kaveh observing with confusion and curiosity.
“Haitham?”
“Do you know how to play any instruments?”
Kaveh stared for a moment, caught off guard by the question before seriously thinking about it. Just one glance at Alhaitham was enough for him to tell that this was not a casual question. “I mean… I used to fiddle around with the lute some time ago, but I wouldn’t say I’m a professional by any means. I at least recall most of the basics though. Why?”
“Every Aranara has a unique melody that is specifically representative of them. I am not an Aranara but they have helped me craft my own melody.” Alhaitham meets the architect’s eyes with a serious expression. “These melodies are what help us identify each other. It gives access to Vanarana and acts as a way of letting everyone know who has returned home.”
“...Haitham…”
“I wish to teach mine to you.”
Kaveh’s mouth drops open out of surprise before nodding, that glimmer of awe never leaving his eyes. Alhaitham felt something in his stomach flutter at how earnestly Kaveh was handling his offer.
“It would be an honor.” Kaveh smiles so softly that Alhaitham thought he’d somehow go blind, despite the fact that a smile could physically do no such thing.
Kaveh got up to fetch the old lute he had stored away, Alhaitham waiting patiently with the beginning thrums of excitement in his veins. Though, internally, he felt a tad guilty for the reason why he was going through with this. Of course, he had always wanted to teach Kaveh this but…he did wish the final shove convincing him to do so wasn’t so worrisome, making this a bit sudden and rushed.
But he needed Kaveh to be capable of accessing Vanarana on his own.
Rivulets of crimson ran down the steel of his blade. On the ground before him was a masked man dressed in furs far too warm for Sumeru’s climate. His hands trembled and his body shook. The discarded gun, its chamber still faintly smoking from its recent shot, rested on the ground by the cooling body. Faint remnants of Pyro lingered like a puff of spores around the useless bullet shell.
It was the first time he had to kill another person to protect those that mattered most. And while his heart shook and raged with the fire of hate toward the invader, the crimson that seeped into the soil was undeniably human.
He exhaled slowly, his breath a wisp that has been stolen away by the wind. The forest was quiet to his ears, unnervingly so as if frozen in time.
He glances over to his visitor.
“To think the child that escaped his cage was here all along… And here I thought you must have died out in Sumeru’s harsh wilderness.”
Alhaitham remained dead silent, giving the man nothing but a stern stare. The memories of this man were hazy, but he would forever remember those clothes of a pristine and ironically sinless white accompanied by light-blue hair, and a mask with the vague impression of a vulture eyeing a to-be-corpse.
Notes:
Not going to lie, when I wrote the tiny portion in chapter 5 about Kaveh feeling like he was being watched, I'm surprised no one said...anything about that. I thought for sure someone would be like "hold up wha-" in the comments, lol. Hm, but maybe I hid it well enough by using Haitham and people let their guards down and thought nothing of it...
Feel free to check out what else I've been working on lately:
Project Eagle Part 1
Project Eagle Part 2Keeper of the Forgotten AU - Alhaitham Design
Keeper of the Forgotten AU - Silly Doddle ft. Panicking KavehHerrscher of Corruption (?)Alhaitham(?)
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Chapter 9: Foxfire
Summary:
Illumination.
Chapter Text
Sound rang out like a piercing wind chime.
“Are you certain we can’t come to an agreement?” The Doctor stood with a calculative gaze, his opponent nowhere within sight as the world went silent once more. “It’d be a shame to let such a rare opportunity go to waste.”
There was no reply other than the faintest sway of some nearby leaves from a hanging branch. Sunlight illuminated the sudden strike of a shining blade, the metal screeching as it collided with the Harbinger’s weapon.
Alhaitham gritted his teeth, sucking in a breath as he could feel the vibrations of the impact run up his arms. With a narrowed gaze, his eyes never left the dangerous target before him. Not once did he allow his gaze to stray from the danger before him. And yet, throughout the entire exchange, even when things had been diplomatic, Il Dottore continued to remain composed. It was both unnerving and irritating, especially once he took notice of the Harbinger’s lips curving with smugness.
Swiftly, Alhaitham pivoted his body, managing to twist himself out of the way before a needle-like projectile could pierce his torso. There was a slight tug to his clothes, loose fabric tearing a hole into one of his sleeves. Tensing, he retreated once more, allowing his figure to vanish from the naked eye. His memories of this man were hazy and not once could he ever recall a scrap of information on Dottore’s combat experience or skills. However, this is a man who is clearly ranked very highly within the Fatui. It would be a surprise if Dottore were to be a one-trick pony.
Though, even Alhaitham knew from the moment he struck first that this was a battle way beyond his capabilities. And he was also fully aware that Dottore was barely even trying, equally aware of how one-sided this struggle is. But there is one thing Alhaitham has learned the hard way…
And that is: no matter how experienced or skilled a person may be, human error is a part of nature that doesn’t discriminate.
All he needed was an opportunity – a window. Dottore has not been treating him seriously and still isn’t.
“You’re getting quite good at this,” Dottore smirked as he noticed Alhaitham go back into hiding once more. “To think someone actually managed to learn Aranara magic…”
“I wonder… What else did they teach you?” He hummed thoughtfully before quickly looking to his right and seemingly aiming some projectiles at nothing. And yet, there was a soft gasp, Alhaitham barely moving out of the way and biting his tongue when he felt his ankle twist. Like dropping a glass plate upon a hardwood floor, the illusion shattered as his body stumbled and fell to the ground.
Alhaitham winced, using his sword for support and getting onto one knee before noticing Dottore standing in front of him. He looked up, feeling like he was pinned under a microscope despite being unable to see the other’s eyes. No matter what was said or done, Alhaitham continued to keep himself silent.
The Doctor could only stare for a moment longer before sighing with disappointment. It was as if all of this were nothing more than a trivial inconvenience. “You truly are willing to die if it means staying silent.”
The fierce stare Alhaitham shot at the Harbinger was enough of an answer.
“I see…” Dottore summoned his weapon to his side and Alhaitham hurried to stand. “What a waste. If only the incompetence of others hadn’t been the reason I lost such valuable material.”
Alhaitham suddenly swung at the Harbinger’s chest, his balance skewed as he shifted his weight off his injured ankle. As expected, the attempt was easily avoided.
Dottore’s blade swung down.
Worry consumed him like a slowly melting candle.
Honestly, Kaveh knew that it was a bit irrational of him to feel that way. He is fully aware of how capable Alhaitham is and it has only been about two nights since they last saw each other. They have gone much longer without meeting up. And yet… Something about their latest meeting had stuck with him.
He could tell that whatever was on the caretaker’s mind must have been something important – or, at least, important enough to get Alhaitham to mull over. He could also tell that it was likely going to postpone any future meet-ups between them. However, a part of him did regret the fact that he hadn’t pried even though he very much respected Alhaitham’s right to privacy.
“It hasn’t even been that long since you saw him, calm down.” He silently sighed to himself, elbow resting against the counter as he idly swirled the wine within its glass before taking a sip.
But no matter how much he used facts to reassure himself, it was only partially effective.
He eventually got up, leaving his empty glass behind as he left the tavern. Maybe if could head home and practice Alhaitham’s song some more on his lute.
Though, the moment he stepped out the double doors, he yelped a little as he suddenly tripped. It was only because of his quick reaction time that he managed to grip the doorway, catching himself before he could fall over completely. He looked down, wondering if he tripped on the threshold. Instead, he blinked at what he saw.
“...Arama?”
“Nara Kaveh, follow me! Quickly, quickly!”
Before Kaveh could inquire further, there was a hushed commotion beginning to stir around him from the people nearby. He quickly glanced around before following everyone’s gaze and looking upward.
In the distance, there were telltale signs of rising smoke.
“Nara Kaveh!” The architect felt Arama tugging the end of his cape.
With a growing frown, Kaveh met Arama’s eyes and nodded. “Lead the way.”
Alhaitham does not consider himself a gambling man.
…But when he does gamble, it’s because he’s made some form of a safety net in advance.
Alhaitham’s sloppy attempt to swing at Dottore was nothing more than an act, his second hand having been obscured from the Harbinger’s sight. It wasn’t until it was too late that Alhaitham revealed what else he held.
The first swing with his sword was evaded, but the dagger he unsheathed from under his sleeve struck true.
There was satisfaction blossoming in his chest at the sound of Dottore’s pained voice and the way The Doctor’s body recoiled.
He barely managed to toss himself to the side before the enemy could succeed in a fatal blow, avoiding the blade by mere centimeters. But he could feel the resistance, a faint tug to his hair as the blade partially sliced cleanly into his long locks. The braid broke a little, the flowers decorating it having their petals scatter from the treatment. Alhaitham unconsciously held his breath, tense as strands of silver fluttered to the ground. But some hair was most definitely better than blood.
“ You… ”
Before Alhaitham could recover enough to react after his deceptive stunt, he gasped sharply at a piercing pain erupting in his calf. His fists clenched, the fabric of his robes wrinkling under his pained grip as he reactively sought an outlet.
“A waste. An absolute waste.” Dottore hissed as he glared at the dagger logged in his foot. “An adult capable of seeing Aranara and being able to use some of their abilities. And instead, you decided to be stubborn about this. You could’ve made further breakthroughs in my research if you just made it easier on yourself.”
Alhaitham huffed, his mind unchanged. Since the start, he expected to die, though he was surprised he managed to live this long. Regardless, if dying is how far he’d have to take things in order to protect sacred creatures who have become family to him, then he will gladly die in a heartbeat.
“Maybe, if there’s anything left of you to salvage, you can at least be worthwhile material.”
“...” Alhaitham did not and would not give Dottore any satisfaction. Whether it was a verbal response or sounds of pain, he refused to give the Harbinger anything. And he already knew that this man has already taken more than enough from him when he was but a child.
“I hope you find your decision worth the consequences.”
Alhaitham could only watch as the world erupted with burning flames, merciless steel lodged in his leg and pinning a part of him in place. Without further exchange, Dottore’s figure seemed to vanish among the leaves of the trees and the depths of the forest.
A large forest fire had spread rapidly, Forest Rangers running about to and fro. Water was being hastily carried and passed around, and some had the thought to try and find any known Cryo or Hydro users within the city to assist. While forest fires are not exactly an unknown concept, one of this size and appearance during such weather made any well-informed person know this was not natural.
“Hey, wait! You can’t run in there-!”
Kaveh felt a little bad for taking advantage of the chaos that was being stirred, allowing him to bypass the overworked Forest Watchers. But he knew for certain that this had to do with Alhaitham and even if it didn’t, there were probably Aranara that may need help. He hadn’t exactly had a moment to question Arama about the situation. But, no matter where Alhaitham is at this moment, Kaveh knows that the caretaker wouldn’t ignore this.
Their paths were bound to cross one way or another here. Kaveh didn’t need to be a Rtawahist to figure that out.
There were indeed two or three Aranara he and Arama found along the way, but the further Kaveh headed in, the more it felt like his skin was about to melt off. The air itself was suffocating. If it wasn’t smoke, then it was the temperature of the air he was breathing. It’s as if the air itself was molten lava and he was simply breathing it in as if he decided to try breathing underwater.
“Arama, where’s Haitham…?” Kaveh finally managed to ask once he caught up with panted breaths, but only because the Aranara had stopped to look all around as if lost.
Arama could only look up at Kaveh dejected, leaves shaking. It occurred to Kaveh just how scary being so close to fire must be for these creatures. He could only wince in sympathy. “No one knows for sure where Arahaitham had gone, but he was last seen heading to this part of the forest.”
So, Alhaitham is here. Or, at least…somewhere here.
Kaveh’s gaze narrowed with resolve before looking into Arama’s eyes. “Let me take care of it. I’ll find him for you all.”
“Nara Kaveh-”
“There’s no other Aranara here, right?”
“All Aranara are home in Vanarana now.” And of course, Arama would know because Kaveh has long since learned about Alhaitham’s system of a constantly updating headcount since there were so many to keep track of.
“Good.” Kaveh sighed softly with relief. “Then, leave. This is no place for Aranara and Haitham would kill me if I let any of you guys get hurt.”
“...” Arama’s body language betrayed traces of hesitance before the creature nodded in agreement. “Stay safe, Nara Kaveh, and bring Arahaitham home.”
“I will.”
Without missing a beat, Kaveh observed as Arama seemed to magically vanish before his eyes before running deeper into the blaze. There were still places left unchecked and Kaveh could only hope that, if Alhaitham is in this mess, he would find the caretaker soon.
His arms ached with every grab and pull he made as he grasped the blades of grass. Every time he got a hold of the ground, he’d start dragging and inching his body forward. The leg Dottore had stabbed and the one with the twisted ankle were both different, making it impossible for him to simply walk it off. His sword was the closest thing he had to a crutch, but it could only be so useful to him in these circumstances.
Alhaitham coughed, still able to pick up on the scent of burning foliage and smoky fumes. But he could only be glad it wasn’t as bad than if he were standing up. At least he was able to keep himself lower to the ground, but there was only so long he could stay here.
Another drag of his body and cramping in his arm left him grimacing. He was forced to pause, heaving for breath despite his best attempts to even it out. His lungs screamed for fresh air, his body aching and bleeding for rest.
He blinked as he heard distant rustling. At first, he assumed it was simply some branches wearing down and crumbling due to the flames. But-
“...Haitham…! Haitham, where are you?! Haitham…!”
Alhaitham managed to lift his head up a bit at the sound of a familiar voice calling for him. “Kaveh…?”
Without thought, he tried to get up only to cry out when it caused his wounds to flare up as punishment for such a foolish action.
Did his head always feel this light?
Alhaitham laid back down to try ad ground himself. It wasn’t until he heard approaching footsteps that he glanced over.
“Haitham!”
Kaveh’s worried expression was the last thing Alhaitham processed before everything went dark.
“Child of Sumeru, do not worry. Rest, for everything will be okay.”
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Chapter 10: Lost and Found
Summary:
To you, I vow an eternity that transcends memories and time itself...
Notes:
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Chapter Text
When he opens his eyes, he is greeted by the sight of lush fields and endless flora. It surrounds him with the sight of fresh moss, massive leaves, and the trickling sound of a nearby stream.
He squints, blinking a few times as he adjusts his eyes to the glare of the sun’s beams.
He then turns around, feeling a phantom prickle run down the back of his neck – the feeling of someone’s gaze trained on him. When he looks behind him, there is a girl whose youthful form is like a symbol of a new beginning – a seed that had been germinating away from the eyes of man. Even from where he stands, he can sense the wisdom that is housed in her as its vessel, her eyes the only window and yet they obscure the depths of her entirety behind the forest in her gaze.
“You are the Dendro Archon…” It is not a question but a fact.
The gentle sway of her swing comes to a peaceful halt and a small smile graces her lips. It was the kind of smile one would expect from a teacher who is proud of their student. “I am.”
“And how should I address you, Lord of Dendro?”
“Just “Nahida” is fine.” Her small hand then gestures to the log beside her in silent invitation. “It’s a pleasure to meet you though, Alhaitham.”
Wordlessly, he makes his way over before seating himself. “I suppose the sentiment is shared. It is not every day people are visited by you. Speaking of which,” He glances at her. “Why have you chosen to visit me?”
“How much do you remember before passing out?”
Every cell in his body knew this was nothing but a dream. And yet, it wasn’t until it was said outright that the gears in his mind began to turn with startling awareness. With ease, he could recall what had occurred. And, expectedly, a deep frown made its way onto his face.
“It was hard for me to not hear about such a growing fire happening in the forest. And while I was looking into the situation, I stumbled across your mind in the process.” She continued calmly, watching him carefully. “The architect, Kaveh, was the one who dragged you out of the worst of it. You were quite injured, but, thankfully, you’ll recover.”
At that, Alhaitham blinked, momentarily caught off guard. “...Kaveh was there?”
“He was. Reports say that he seemed to charge right into the disaster zone. He ended up with a few burns, but nothing fatal. And, considering how much time has passed, they're healing just fine.”
Alhaitham’s shoulders lowered just a fraction as he relaxed, betraying the faintest hints of tenseness he carried before her reassurance. “I see…”
Internally, he couldn’t help but mentally berate the blonde for such a reckless decision. Any type of natural disaster, forest fire or not, was not to be taken lightly. And they most certainly are not the time for people to go running into the heart of! He could only be glad that Kaveh’s brash actions did not spell his doom.
He slowly takes a deep breath before sighing. “...And what of the Aranara?”
Her expression seemed to warm up as she answered. “They have been doing well and they have remained unharmed. Kaveh has actually been taking care of them in your absence.”
“How much time has passed in reality?”
“Two weeks and five days.”
“That long? How come I haven’t woken up?”
At this, Nahida faintly shook her head. “Ah, don’t worry. You haven’t been asleep this entire time. You just keep waking and falling asleep in reality likely due to your medicine. Human bodies are unique in how some can take longer to heal than others.”
Ah, so he has been awake. It’s just that he doesn’t recall.
“...And what of the Harbinger?”
Nahida visibly tensed, her eyes glinting with faint anger. “It appears that he has left Sumeru entirely. There are still Fatui roaming about, but their numbers are decreasing since I’ve been putting pressure on them.”
“...” Alhaitham found no response to her words, unable to pinpoint how he feels about the news. On one hand, it is somewhat good to hear. On another hand, potential threats are still alive and kicking.
Before he could become too lost in thought, he feels a warm, comforting presence. He opens his eyes and looks downward, seeing the young god had rested her hand reassuringly atop his. “Considering who you were up against, you have done very well, Alhaitham. And…I also wished to meet you as a thank you.”
“For what? I have not done anything for you.”
“The Aranara. I know they are not completely helpless, but the Cataclysm and their separation from humans have caused a great decline in their numbers over the centuries. I am glad they had a human they could trust to watch out for them and keep them from danger when I was unable to.”
“...Thanking me for such a thing is unnecessary.” Alhaitham hummed softly. “Our paths happened to cross by pure chance, and they have done much for me. I was merely repaying the favor and doing the simple duty of protecting family. It is not an act to thank me for.”
“Regardless of your reasons or motivations for doing so, it means something to me. So, I will thank you even if you think it’s unneeded.” Nahida chuckled quietly before mellowing out into something more solemn. “I’ve been wanting to reconnect with them properly in person. Though, my duties as Archon as been leaving me busy. Much damage has been done to Sumeru over the generations, some that will take multiple generations to mend.”
“They speak of you fondly. Growing up, they had many tales to tell about you.”
“I’m not surprised considering their history and how they came into being.”
“...” Alhaitham looks over, staring at her quietly for a moment. “You know, I wouldn’t mind bringing you to them myself.”
“Really? I wouldn’t want to trouble their favorite human.”
His eye faintly twitched. “I’m their only human.”
“The existence of Kaveh says otherwise.”
He was starting to not like the coy, knowing smile on her face.
“...It sounds like you’ve been aware of me for a long time. Why have you decided to contact me now?”
“It didn’t seem like it was any of my business to interfere. Besides, you seemed to be doing just fine with them and that was a beautiful thing I was content with dropping in to observe on occasion from afar.” She smiled brightly. “And now, considering the danger you were in, I wanted to make sure you were doing alright. After all, you’re still a child of Sumeru.”
Alhaitham blinked a few times before simply nodding in acceptance of her answer.
Together, they simply sat together in comfortable silence. But then, with a gentle sway of her swing, she gracefully hopped off of her seat. He glanced over at the movement, looking at her questionably.
“It seems it’s time for me to go for now.” Nahida hummed happily. “I look forward to meeting you sometime in reality.”
“...See you later, then.”
He barely got to read her lips as she gave him a pleased “goodbye” before the world began to fade away before his very eyes.
When he opens his eyes, he is greeted by the sight of a plain ceiling. It surrounds him as it fills his field of vision, the scent of herbs and medicines dancing in the air. It brings him the sensation of deja Vu.
“Haitham…!”
He faintly winces at the unexpected sound, blinking rapidly to try and clear the heaviness in them as he looks over. In a chair at his bedside is a familiar sight.
“...K…Kaveh…?” He frowned a bit, able to feel the dryness of his throat and the foreign feeling of words on his tongue after much time of no use.
Kaveh’s eyes widened for a moment before he seemed to relax greatly. “Oh, thank the Archons, you actually responded this time.” He quickly collected himself, his concern written all over his face. “How are you? Do you need anything? Should I fetch a doctor?”
It takes him a moment to process the rapid fire of questions before his gaze narrows slightly out of irritation. “Slow d-down…”
“Ah-” Kaveh pauses. “Right, right. Sorry. Uh, b-but good news. You’ve been healing just fine according to the doctors. Oh, and I’ve been taking care of things for you at you-know-where. And everyone is doing perfectly fine. Though, they’ve been super worried about you. Hope you don’t mind if I had to help sneak one or two of them in here on some occasion. It was either that or they’d try coming here themselves to make sure you’re fine and I know how much you hate having them vanish and wander into populated places, and-”
Alhaitham stared blankly, half of his mind bothering to pay attention because it is Kaveh speaking while the other half was already tuning the other out with a mental groan.
Maybe he should just let himself pass out again.
“How do you feel? Do you need to sit down? I’ll get you something to drink.”
“Kaveh, I’m doing fine. With the way you’re acting, it’s as if you and the Aranara think I’m going to crumple up like paper.”
“You- Listen, I’m just trying to look out for you!”
Alhaitham sighed softly with exasperation, deciding to entertain the other’s concern as he sat down on the couch in his home in Vanarana. Just as he hoped, the architect seemed visibly more relaxed. Though, he supposes he couldn’t say Kaveh’s worry was completely unwarranted. He may have finally been allowed to start getting back on his feet, but such a long time of inactivity has stunted him a bit.
He glanced down at his healing legs in quiet thought, a hand idly fiddling with a strand of his hair which was much shorter than it used to be. It now rested a little bit below his shoulders. Meanwhile, it originally was cut only partway and at an awful diagonal. When things calmed down enough and Kaveh had noticed how chopped up his hair got, the blonde made it his mission to make it look nice again.
And when Alhaitham was about to just take a pair of scissors and cut off only the bad parts, Kaveh had looked the most offended he has ever seen him.
“How excessive…” Alhaitham internally sighed, glancing over as he silently observed the other making some herbal tea.
His gaze wandered around his home, the silence allowing noise from outside the leak in. He quietly hummed with content when he could still hear the joy of the Aranara outside, and he wonders how many of them were resisting the urge to dogpile him. When Kaveh had helped him back to Vanarana, every single Aranara was practically lying in wait to the point there was nowhere to walk without potentially bumping into one of the tiny creatures. It took much convincing to let them give him some breathing room so he could head to his home and settle down.
Admittedly, it was a bit touching… Though, Alhaitham still prefers to have not worried them in the first place.
“Hey…Haitham?”
Alhaitham blinked, glancing over at the sound of the other’s voice. From where he was, he could only stare at the other’s back as Kaveh busied himself. “Hm?”
“...Did you know what you were getting into back there? Is…that why you taught me your song? In case…” The architect’s voice trailed off, a heaviness making itself known within the air between them.
Alhaitham stared in silence. “...What brought this up?”
“...” Kaveh sighed deeply as he soon made his way over with the fresh cups of tea, carefully setting the down before taking a seat. “...It just…-It’s something that’s been on my mind for a while. And I…I know how you are.”
Alhaitham quietly hummed at the other’s perceptiveness. “I will not deny anything. Yes, I did expect to encounter the Harbinger and I knew that it would likely lead to a fight I wouldn’t be able to win.”
“...And I’m the only person you trusted to take care of things if you were gone.”
“Yes.”
At the confirmation, Kaveh sucked in a shaky breath through gritted teeth, hands balling into fists on his lap. Alhaitham did not make a sound, quietly letting the other think things through as he wordlessly sipped his tea.
It wasn’t until some minutes later that the everlasting tension in Kaveh’s body began to unwind, though it was slow. “...For once, I have every right to call you an idiot. That…-That was absolutely reckless of you! Do you know how devastated the Aranara would have been if anything happened to you? And what about me? You drove me insane with worry even before I knew what kind of mess you got yourself into!”
Alhaitham paused in his next sip, his expression unreadable as he finally looked at the architect. “This seems to bother you quite a bit.”
“Well, isn’t that an understatement of the century…-Of course, I’m bothered!” Kaveh huffed loudly. “How else do you expect me to react when someone I care for deeply was pretty much marching to his death!?”
Alhaitham was silent and no matter how much Kaveh tried, he could not pick up a single sign as to what was on the other’s mind – much to his frustration.
But then, despite the nature of the conversation, Kaveh could only observe, absolutely baffled when Alhaitham’s lips curved into a smile of amusement before the caretaker looked away.
“Wha-?! Hey!” Kaveh pouted, frustration bubbling up at the other’s unexpected response. “This isn’t some sort of joking matter! I’m being serious here!”
“...Nice…”
“Eh?” Kaveh leaned a little closer, frowning deeply with confusion as he barely picked up on what Alhaitham said.
“...It’s nice.”
“Oh, so now you’re deriving pleasure from making me want to tear my hair out over you?” Kaveh stared blankly. If he were an animal, his tail would surely be bristling with indignation.
“...No.” Alhaitham continued to keep his head turned away, his expression hidden from sight. His voice only became quieter with every word. “...It’s nice…having another person worry over me. I’ve never had that.”
Kaveh froze at the, clearly difficult, admittance. It took even longer for his brain to process the other’s words.
“I…” Kaveh felt his face burning up. Without thinking, he quickly snatched up his own cup of tea and took a sip to distract himself.
…Only to yelp as he scorched his mouth.
“Kaveh…?”
“ AAAAAAAAAAA -”
A flower crown rests daintily on his nightstand, witnessing every passing day and night within the realm of living dreams.
“Take it.”
Kaveh jumped, startled as his heart practically jumped into his throat. As soon as he whipped around to scold the other for spooking him, he felt something light resting on top of his head. It was enough to make him pause until he gained enough thought to reach up and touch what was placed on him.
The gentle softness of many flower petals told him all he needed to know.
“A…flower crown…?” Kaveh, after setting down his sketchbook, carefully grabbed hold of it. Gently, he took it off of his head so he could properly look at it. He easily recognized the flowers as the same kind that Alhaitham’s flower crown was made from all those nights ago. And yet, he could tell that it wasn’t the same one, a lone mourning flower secured next to a viparyas.
He looked back up, meeting Alhaitham’s typical expression of indifference. Though, Kaveh found himself staring at those eyes, picking up on the faintest pinch on the caretaker’s face. “...Haitham?”
“The one you gave to me was originally meant for you. It’s about time I made another. This time, don’t go giving it away.”
Kaveh faintly frowned, not quite understanding. “...What’s this all about?”
“...” Alhaitham made his way over, sitting next to the architect. They now both sat on the same log they did that night on Festival Utsava.
“...Haitham?”
“The Aranara are prone to losing memories. That’s simply what happens when memories can become a form of energy and power. However, it’s not something we grieve over if it happens. It’s simply a part of life. In the end, whether we remember something or not, it is not what defines our bonds. In the end, we are all connected to one thing, and that one thing is all we need to feel at home and whole.”
“...”
“To give others flowers is not a small act. It is a vow – a promise of remembrance that transcends memory. No matter if one or all people or Aranara forget each other, the bond will always exist between them with the forest as their witness. To gift a flower crown is to give away a blessing from all of Vanarana.”
Kaveh swallowed, the weight of the caretaker’s words sinking into him. The flower crown in his hand suddenly feels much heavier than is physically possible.
“Imagine my surprise when I gathered every Aranaras’ blessing and my own into a flower crown, only for you to turn it around and give it to me instead.” Alhaitham finally turned to face the architect and Kaveh swore that the other’s eyes seemed even more ethereal under Vanarana’s dreamy skies.
“Kaveh… Will you-”
Without a word, Kaveh securely placed the flower crown back onto his head where Alhaitham wanted it to be before happily holding the caretaker’s hands. “I accept.”
“I didn’t even finish speaking…”
“You don’t need to. I think you made it pretty clear what you mean after that deep explanation.” Kaveh smiled brightly. “Hm, “a promise of remembrance that transcends memory”... That’s an interesting way to put it.”
“Kaveh-”
“In that case,” Kaveh chuckled as he got up, pulling Alhaitham with him. “No matter what happens, I vow that our relationship will transcend memories and even time itself!”
“...” Alhaitham softly huffed, the traces of amusements hidden under his breath. “...What a ridiculous and corny declaration. What romance novel did you pull that one from?”
“But it makes you happy, doesn’t it?”
“...”
The way Alhaitham’s eyes glanced away was enough of a giveaway for him, no matter how casual Alhaitham made it appear.
“So, Kaveh, when is our wedding?”
“Eh? Since when did we start planning a wedding?!”
“You said “I agree” when you cut me off.”
“O-Oh, so that’s- ah…”
“...Is…-Did I do it wrong? I thought that’s how people in human society do it.”
“No, no! You did it alright! I just-ah, never mind. Don’t worry about it. But I’m deciding on the decor!”
Notes:
Thank you to everyone who still stayed around until the end. Sorry, that this finale came out so late!
Fel free to check out some of my other works I've done! Currently, the ongoing series I have up are Divine Transmutation and my Project Eagle series. I also have some more oneshot/twoshot ideas coming out in the future. So, keep an eye out! <3
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