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forestwatcher

You've reached Tighnari. I'm not able to answer right now, so just leave a message and I'll get back to you when I can.

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From:

cashewlater

[ settling into this place has been.. interesting. and far less easy than one might expect.

on the outside, it's quite simple. tighnari tells him what he needs to know about surviving here, how to earn currency (not ideal, for him, but doable), how to acquire food, he even supplies a roof over his head. things couldn't be going more smoothly, for cyno. and yet..

he can't get comfortable. it feels like stepping into ill-fitting clothes that cling in all the wrong places. cyno finds himself treading water, unable to find his footing, his entire life's purpose pulled out from under his feet like a rug. he simply does not know what to do with himself here, he does not know who he is when he is not the general mahamatra. it's frustrating, and while cyno does not complain aloud, he's sure that tighnari has noticed his nervous energy, his distraction, his brooding. cyno has been a matra for so long that he has forgotten how to simply be cyno, if he ever really knew to begin with. his training began so young.

nevertheless, his sleep is fitful. he'd had a scant few days at home to grow used to dreaming before arriving here, and he has not taken terribly well to that, either. cyno's dreams are disjointed, confusing, occasionally unpleasant, but tonight -

tonight his dreams reek of blood and gore and ichor. angry, vengeful voices hiss in his ear. bloody hands tear at him, pulling at his arms, his legs, yanking, ripping, tugging, threatening to pull him apart. he recognizes the voices, each and every one, for cyno has never forgotten the people that he has passed judgment upon, never forgotten a single face, never forgotten their voices as they cursed him. they're angry, they're furious, aching for revenge. there's only blackness around him, a yawning abyss beneath him, but he can feel the moisture on the soles of his feet, thick and clinging, drying, gelatinous blood, its scent clinging to him. cyno looks down, and his hands are slick with it, with old blood, brownish black and sticky. his skin cracks, oozes, falling away until he can see the pink-white of his bones.

they won't stop screaming.

or is that his own voice in his ears, ringing in his head? is he shouting?

cyno wakes with a start, his body slick with sweat, sticking his hair to his face and neck. his heart pounds like a fist against his ribs, and reflexively, he looks to his hands. ]

From:

cashewlater

[ tighnari will awaken in the morning to the scent of a delicious breakfast cooking - eggs with mushrooms and peppers and a rasher of bacon, and when he wanders into the kitchen he'll find an impressive spread waiting for him. fresh fruit and warm herbal tea, toasted oat bread, a pitcher of iced water, and a plate full of fresh baklava.

he's slipped something else into the oven as well, but that will come later.

also, at the end of the table is a neatly wrapped box with a bow. ]

From:

descender

[It may be cold, but Aether made sure to come quickly. He knows Tighnari doesn't live too far from him, especially when he can fly. He's already planned things out with Cyno - a quiet mini surprise dinner along with a few presents. He's careful as he flies from Albedo's place to Tigharni's as he's carrying a large basket that's filled with birthday goodies for the three of them (and maybe a little extra).

Before the sunsets, Aether knocks at Tighnari's door, trying to balance the basket he's carrying. There's plenty of food that fits Tighnari's palate that come from all the regions of Teyvat he's been to. Also included is three decks of TCG cards that he secured; it would be a great gift to all three of them. He did promise Cyno to find a way to get a his deck.

He doesn't say his his name nor knock again. If all goes according to plan, Tighnari should be the one opening the door.]

From:

cashewlater

[ this is cyno's favorite time of day. or, well, evening, really, but still. when it's quiet, and it's just the two of them curled up together on the sofa, watching the fire, drinking tea, chatting, enjoying one another's company, like they always have.

except now it's different. now he can hold tighnari, and kiss him, and feel the warmth of his body so close; cyno has developed into an absolute cuddlebug. any chance or opportunity he has to put his hands on tighnari, to touch and hold him, he takes it. currently, he has his partner leaning back against his chest while they sprawl comfortably. pressing tender kisses along tighnari's jaw, cyno hums his contented pleasure. ]

What did you want to talk to me about?

From:

indigently

[ The message comes through relatively early in the morning during the later days of the Wild Hunt's travel through Folkmore. ]

nari?
You're here right?

From:

ironypoisoned

[ Tony leaves a small basket of various mushrooms on Tigh's doorstep. "Grew these, let me know what you think. ~TS" ]

From:

cashewlater

[ it's tighnari's birthday, and cyno is nervous.

he does his best not to show it throughout the entirety of the day. they spend it together, from dawn to dusk, cyno starting off the day with breakfast in bed, before showering tighnari with a few gifts: a new leather field notebook for the year, as well as a field backpack, and a deep green knit poncho. dinner is his favorite, a spread of mushrooms, all of them locally plucked, roasted, fried, and sauteed in different flavors, with a side of fragrant rice.

and no jokes. not even one. cyno does his best to keep his lip buttoned, no matter how tempting it was a few times. he's in his element though, really - cyno loves to take care of the people he loves, loves to shower tighnari with affection and gifts; it makes cyno happy, too. evening comes, and they settle down on the sofa with wine, warmed by the fire, the food, and one another's company. cyno feels his stomach flip. ]

Oh, I uh.. I have one more gift for you.