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SIX MONTHS LATER 

“I’m off,” Cyno said, adjusting his cloak and travel pack. 

“Stay safe.” Alhaitham kissed the top of his head and combed his hand through Cyno's hair, reveling in its silky strands. The shorter man sighed.

Despite living together for a year and with Cyno’s work trips becoming shorter and less dangerous, the scribe appreciated every moment that he could spend with his boyfriend. 

“I'll be gone for a month this time, so don't forget to water the plants. I won’t be able to make another batch of your favorite energy potion without them.”

Over the past few months, Cyno modified some of his potions with ingredients that were easier to procure or ones they could grow themselves, like mint, with varying degrees of success in their effectiveness. Alhaitham favored those that could boost his energy levels, in addition to coffee - Cyno tried to find healthier alternatives since the man practically lived off of coffee as Acting Grand Sage. The scribe still showed signs of burnout, but was making remarkable progress in his recovery since stepping down.

Alhaitham hummed. Cyno filled him in on this particular mission as soon as it landed across the General Mahamatra’s desk. It was a field operation that Cyno would use to test his trainee's ability to lead the matra, Eremite mercenaries (courtesy of Rahman and Dehya), and other required personnel. Rahman, Dehya, and Candace offered to be on standby to provide assistance or medical aid as needed. The mission was to gather intelligence on, and to clear out the desert cultists that used King Deshret's name to intimidate and extort travelers that happened upon their turfs, especially the travelers of other nations. 

It would be a year since Cyno started training Inara. The training was grueling since the General Mahamatra naturally had high expectations for his successor. Per protocol, he didn’t disclose the details of the training, but watching Cyno’s delighted expressions as he relayed her progress warmed Alhaitham’s heart. 

The scribe met the trainee a few times when he passed some paperwork to the General Mahamatra or when a file came across his desk that required Cyno’s immediate attention. While she mostly kept to herself, Inara had a keen eye for detail, a quiet confidence, and a photographic memory that rivaled Alhaitham’s, Cyno told him with amusement. 

Alhaitham felt confident Sumeru would be in good hands for the foreseeable future. It was difficult to find people with a similar skillset and a heart like Cyno’s. They had yet to determine if Inara could stay true to herself with the temptations that the position of General Mahamatra would bring, but from the few conversations they shared, she seemed like she could keep her head straight when offered said temptations. She also had a strong sense of justice like Cyno.

Alhaitham was startled out of his reverie when a calloused hand touched his cheek. He looked down to see Cyno’s serene expression. His boyfriend generally looked more relaxed these days, the smiles coming easier and lighting up his whole being. 

“I love you,” the scribe blurted, before his mind could catch up with his declaration. 

Cyno’s eyes widened so comically and his face turned as red as Cyrus’ tomatoes in record time that Alhaitham almost laughed. Cyno blinked, his mouth opening and closing several times like a fish.

Then his expression softened. 

“I love you too,” he quietly chuckled, pulling gently on Alhaitham’s lapel. 

The scribe let himself be guided downwards, noticing that Cyno stood on his tiptoes to meet him halfway. The General Mahamatra’s warm lips gently pressed against his, the taste of mint tea from their breakfast still lingering on them. Alhaitham cupped the back of Cyno’s head, deepening the kiss. It had been a long time since Cyno stepped out for a mission that ran longer than two weeks.

Alhaitham will miss waking up without feeling the warmth of his boyfriend in his arms until then.

As if reading his mind as they broke apart, the shorter man said, “I’ll leave my Dusk Bird with you. We can exchange letters.” Then he winked.

Alhaitham glanced sideways and frowned, heat creeping up to his face. 

“I’ll be back in no time, Haitham,” Cyno reassured, cupping Alhaitham’s cheek. 

The scribe leaned into his hand, closing his eyes. “Promise?”

“Promise.” 

Alhaitham opened his eyes to see Cyno staring at him with an intensity that reminded him of a warm campfire.  

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SEVEN MONTHS LATER 

Living together turned out rather well.

They split the house chores. When one was too exhausted to do their share, the other would help. Alhaitham did most of the cooking since he had the time now, while also learning some recipes from Cyrus. Every time Cyno came home, he’d surprise him with a new dish, which delighted his boyfriend. Cyno picked up the groceries on the way home, occasionally with some Ajilenakh cakes or coffee beans from Lambad’s, or sweets from Puspa Café. Sometimes, Cyno assisted Alhaitham with prepping meals, learning Cyrus’ recipes directly from him, or made his signature dish when the scribe was too exhausted to cook. 

During the evenings, they curled up together with a book, steadily making their way through Alhaitham and Cyno’s combined libraries. The scribe’s library contained books and literature passed down from his grandmother, mostly academic, while Cyno’s collection contained tomes on law and detective novels from Fontaine, light novels from Inazuma, poetry from Liyue, and fairytales from Mondstadt (courtesy of Collei). 

They argued occasionally about doing the dishes, which ended up in splashing each other with suds, or not tidying up books or putting away things where they should go. The latter arguments usually happened at the end of a long day. 

Despite the small hiccups, life was peaceful. Cyno was usually out on matra business while Alhaitham went about his daily life, so they didn’t have many arguments. When they came together, they enjoyed each other’s company. 

Currently, Cyno was out on another mission with his trainee, the missions intensifying for Inara as of late. However, Sumeru was improving and stabilizing rapidly under the guidance of the two alongside Lesser Lord Kusanali and their new Grand Sage. Crime rates dropped by fifty percent since their Archon assumed office. 

This evening, Alhaitham lounged in his living room reading another textbook, contemplating how he and Cyno’s relationship also stabilized, with their routines becoming more domestic. Though the uncertainty of their future persisted due to Cyno’s profession, the scribe’s worries over him decreased significantly now that Cyno had a trainee. 

He mulled over their discussion nearly two years ago about marriage. Alhaitham wanted to do the proposing, but how and where were the big questions, since the when was already decided. The proposal was kind of a formality at this point, but he wanted to do it right since it was a once-in-a-lifetime event. Cyno deserved the best that life had to offer. 

Since his boyfriend wasn’t due to return for another week, maybe asking their friends for ideas wouldn’t be a bad idea. While they looked out for each other, everyone was willing to keep a secret when asked.

Three possible places to propose and to hold the wedding party came to mind:

1. Aaru Village
2. Puspa Café
3. The Divine Tree (Cyno’s secret place) with the party in front of the Sanctuary of Surasthana, if Nahida agreed. 

Ideally, the proposal would be a private affair between the two of them. When they informed their friends of the engagement, Alhaitham anticipated some, if not all of them, would offer to pitch in on planning and decorating the venue, whilst also providing food. He and Cyno would need to decide on the wedding venue and time first, then the rest would follow. He doubted Cyno would mind their friends offering to help. 

Aaru Village was the first possible place to propose. Cyno would chuckle at the irony since it was there that they first clashed, then properly talked. It held the most memories for them together - meeting and becoming friends with Dehya, Candace, Lumine, and Paimon - while also being where their circle of friends started to grow. They hatched the plan to save the Dendro Archon in Uncle Anpu’s humble abode after all. After Lesser Lord Kusanali and Alhaitham took up their respective offices, he and Cyno vacationed here often to get away from the bustling city. 

Puspa Café was classier, since they often came for good coffee and pastries, or to catch the Genius Invokation tournaments whenever they had the chance. The downside was that it was usually busy, and asking the manager to rent out the place for this one occasion was likely to draw more curious crowds than necessary, spreading the news like wildfire. Cyno made it clear on numerous occasions that keeping Alhaitham’s safety in mind was priority, inside and outside of his position as Acting Grand Sage. Though the General Mahamatra knew the Grand Scribe could take care of himself, he wanted to mitigate the number of risks since Cyno himself had numerous enemies as one of Sumeru’s highest and most infamous officials of the land. It was sweet of his boyfriend. 

The Divine Tree was last on his list because of the logistics and it didn't hold as much sentimental value as the other two venues. Cyno brought him up to his secret place here to get away from everything sometimes, but it wasn't often they could casually stroll up there. The guards stood there around the clock to guard Lord Kusanali too. Despite her allowing them to come up here whenever they wished, it was still not the most ideal place. 

Having settled on the potential venues, Alhaitham sent out letters to some friends via Cyno’s Dusk Bird. His boyfriend allowed him to use the bird for messages between him and their friends, in addition to personal letters to the General Mahamatra. 

By the end of the week, Alhaitham and said friends gathered at Puspa Café.

“Cyno’s not with you this time?” Dehya chuckled, swirling her coffee. 

“He’ll be back from a mission tomorrow,” Alhaitham said, sipping his coffee. “This request is actually a surprise for him, but I wanted to ask for your opinions on it.”

“Alhaitham. Asking us for opinions on a decision. Makes me wonder if the sky has fallen,” Tighnari teased. 

“Maybe it has. Just look at those two when they’re together,” Kaveh scoffed in mock annoyance, crossing his arms. 

“I think it’s sweet,” Candace smiled as she took a bite of Padisarah pudding. “Not too long ago, they were at each other’s throat. Funny how much things have changed.”

“I wonder what Alhaitham has in mind,” Collei said, munching on her Baklava. 

“I plan to propose to Cyno. I wasn’t sure which venue would be most appropriate,” Alhaitham said casually. 

Everyone immediately reacted in varying stages of shock and surprise - Collei and Kaveh with the widest eyes and jaws dropped. Candace and Dehya’s tableware and mug clattered on the table. Tighnari’s ears stood up straight, then he quickly recovered and chuckled. They leaned in excitedly, barraging Alhaitham with questions. 

“When?”

“Which places do you have in mind?”

“What does the ring look like?”

“Okay, everyone, one at a time!” Tighnari said firmly over the cacophony of voices. Everyone settled down, noting the Forest Watcher’s lecturing tone.

They looked expectantly at Alhaitham. It felt like he was in one of those meetings again when he was Acting Grand Sage, but these were his friends. They wouldn’t judge and he could rely on their honesty. 

He took a breath, then began. “In several months. I don’t have a ring yet, but there will be one. Three possible places for the proposal: Aaru Village, here, or the Divine Tree. I was hoping to get your opinions, since I’m not sure which place would be best.”

“Going back to your roots? Heh,” the protector of Aaru Village hid a smile behind her hand. 

Everyone groaned. 

“Sounds like Candace picked up a thing or two from our resident General Mahamatra,” Tighnari facepalmed. Collei’s head dropped into her hands, while Kaveh faceplanted on the table.

“Come on, it’s not that bad. Cyno comes up with the funniest phrases you wouldn’t think of!” Dehya laughed. 

“Anyways, Aaru Village or the Divine Tree sound like good contenders,” Tighnari continued, “They’re less public and less likely to draw attention like Puspa Café.”

“I agree! They both sound so romantic, just like in the light novels! The natural environments of both places would set the mood too!” Collei replied enthusiastically, earning her a hard look from Tighnari when she mentioned the light novels.

“Hmmm, a place with the most sentimental value to the both of you would be best,” Kaveh scratched his head. 

“Aaru Village doesn’t seem like a bad idea. It’s where you two first got to really know each other,” Dehya laughed. “Besides, if you propose at the entrance, you’d be out of earshot, unlike the two other places here.”

“I agree with Dehya,” Candace said. 

Alhaitham pondered their opinions for a few moments, then said with a note of finality, “Thank you everyone. Aaru Village seems to be the best place for this.”

His friends whooped and cheered, wishing him the best of luck.

“Feel free to order anything else you’d like. I’ll cover them,” Alhaitham said, smiling. Excitement and warmth bloomed in his chest. 

—---------------------------------------------------------

FIVE MONTHS LATER

True to their agreement, Alhaitham waited two years before preparing for the proposal.  

Two years to the date they discussed their future plans, Alhaitham held Cyno close as they slept that night. He could feel the steady rise and fall of Cyno’s chest, soft puffs of warm air against his chest. The steady rhythm lulled him to sleep. 

Alhaitham dreamed. 

It had been a long time since he did. When he opened his eyes, he gasped.

He stood in his family library. It also doubled as a study, which his parents built, much like the one he had in his current home. Tall bookshelves covered every wall, every space filled with books. 

He approached one of the bookshelves, brushing his hand on the spines. A small book decorated with images of fantasy characters on the spine shimmered at the end. His curiosity peaked, Alhaitham withdrew the book and immediately recognized the Aranara. It was his favorite childhood book that his grandmother would often read to him. 

"Hello Alhaitham," a soft, but firm voice called out from behind him. 

The scribe immediately curled his fingers, only to find his swords didn't manifest in his dreams as he whirled around to face that voice. 

Alhaitham froze, seeing the shimmering ball of light transform into his late grandmother.

“G-grandmother?” He bowed his head, clenching his hands into fists, trying to stop the trembling. It had been years. 

He felt her touch his arm. “You’ve grown so much, and so tall too. You look much like your parents now, very handsome like your father.” He heard her chuckle. 

Alhaitham opened his eyes to see his grandmother stare up at him wistfully, a smile on her face.

“It’s been a while. Why don’t you tell me what you’ve been up too?” she asked. “Let’s sit here.” She gestured to the cushioned bench that he brought over from his parents’ home to his current home. 

He led her there, letting her sit before he joined her. 

And so Alhaitham updated her with all that happened since she passed - his studies at the Akademiya, his graduation thesis, his job, making new friends and saving their Archon and Sumeru together, his stint as Acting Grand Sage, and now his life with Cyno. 

Alhaitham’s cheeks heated up as he recounted the stories involving the General Mahamatra. His grandmother chuckled with a knowing twinkle in her eye. 

She placed her hand on his shoulder, squeezing it. “I’m proud of you Haitham. You’ve accomplished much on your own and with your friends. They sound delightful, and you deserve to live a happy life with your beloved. I give you my blessing.” 

His grandmother put her hand on either side of his head, gently pulling him down to plant a soft kiss on his forehead, much like she used to do every night when she tucked him in as a child.

Alhaitham’s lips trembled. He really missed her. 

“You’ll find our family heirloom in my chest. It’s in a small wooden box decorated with Sumeru Roses. May it bring you both happiness,” she said, the corners of her lips turning up. 

“Thank you.” He hugged her fiercely, smelling the specific scent of the Padisarah perfume she often wore on her person. “I miss you everyday.” He couldn’t help when the tears spilled over. 

“And I miss you too. We’’ll see each other again someday, and make sure to introduce your beloved to us then! He sounds like quite the character!” she laughed, hugging him back. 

“It’s a promise,” he said, wiping away his tears when they broke apart. 

“Now go. He awaits you,” she said, patting him on the cheek affectionately.

Alhaitham nodded, smiling, as the dream fell away. 

Awakening to a wetness on his cheeks, Alhaitham opened his eyes blearily, touching his face. He sighed, remembering the remnants of the dream, and wiped the tears away.

When he felt only a lingering warmth on the sheets, for once, Alhaitham sighed in relief. Sometimes Cyno left before the scribe awoke if something was urgent. He made sure to open the window curtains a crack to let the sunlight in as a message. The General Mahamatra would tell him about it later anyways.

This time, he was glad Cyno left, since he needed to find his family heirloom in private. 

He got up and padded over to his grandmother’s chest that sat at the foot of his bed, crouched down, and unlatched it. He never felt like it was the right time to open it.

Until now. 

He was surprised at how well the items were preserved. Everything was wrapped in thick cloths. Alhaitham took the various items out, most of it her research and academic tomes along with some diaries, and placed them in a neat pile next to him. A few novels followed, along with several small boxes. Some contained her jewelry, others with trinkets she gathered on her travels to the other nations. She often regaled him with anecdotes about her trips as bedtime stories. 

It took some time, but he finally found what he was looking for - the tiny wooden box with Sumeru roses carved on the sides. When he opened it, the box was lined with shimmering emerald fabric. In the middle, nestled within the folds of the fabric, sat a simple gold band, inlaid with a small emerald gem. It shone like new, the sunlight reflecting off of the gem like it was winking at him. 

A small note fell out. 

Alhaitham picked it up and gently unfolded it, a wetness cascading down his cheeks as he read. 

Alhaitham,

My child, I hope that one day, you find someone special that you want to the spend the rest of your life with. This was the ring that your grandfather proposed to me with, then your father proposed to your mother with. Now, it’s yours. 

- Grandmother

It was time.

That same day, Alhaitham commissioned the jeweler and blacksmith to inlay his grandmother’s band with an amethyst gem, and to create the same ring for himself with both gems.

When the rings were finished a few days later, he brought them home. Taking Cyno’s ring out gingerly, he rolled it around in his hand. Thankfully, that ring didn’t need a size adjustment. Alhaitham’s ring was a perfect match to the original, in a slightly larger size, and he put it away for safekeeping. A book laid open in his lap, but he couldn’t really concentrate on it.  

“What’s that Alhaitham?” Kaveh strode by, carrying scrolls of blueprints, rulers, and protractors towards his room.

During the year that Cyno lived with Alhaitham and let Kaveh stay at his place, it wasn’t long before the architect came back, rambling about the woes of living by himself. He missed having the presence of others wandering in the house, even if they didn’t speak much. Just hearing them go about their day was enough. So the duo let Kaveh come back from time-to-time to hang out with them when he was particularly in need of company. The arrangement still worked, even to this day. 

“Nothing of note.” Alhaitham hastily stashed the ring in his pocket. 

“It’s not nothing if you were smiling at it.” Kaveh deposited his stuff onto the closest couch and sat down. “Now spill.” 

Of course Kaveh would notice. Alhaitham sighed internally. His roommate seemed even more excited than he was. “...I’m thinking of proposing to Cyno soon.” Alhaitham crossed his arms. 

“WHAAAT?!” Kaveh exclaimed. “Any plans for how to do it?”

“Yes, though I still need to work out a few details,” Alhaitham said, hand on his chin. “I don’t have an exact date yet, but it will be soon.” He looked up at Kaveh pointedly. 

“I’d like to ask you a favor.” 

Kaveh crossed his arms and raised his eyebrow. “Sure, if it’s within my abilities.”

“Will you accompany me to ask Professor Cyrus for his permission?” Alhaitham asked. 

Kaveh’s eyebrows raised to his forehead, then he chuckled. “Of course, I’d be honored to. When?”

The scribe breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you. Tomorrow. I’ll send word tonight.” 

That night, Alhaitham sent out the letter via Cyno’s Dusk Bird. He received a reply within the hour.

The next day, the scribe and the architect walked over to Professor Cyrus’ home. Thankfully, Cyno was rarely at home for long stretches of time so it gave Alhaitham time to make all these preparations. Alhaitiham knocked on the door with the code Cyno taught him. No matter how many times he and Cyno visited Cyrus, Alhaitham never felt quite right just walking in, even though the retired Sage said it was alright.

Cyrus knocked back with an answering code. 

The scribe opened the door slowly, taking care to observe his surroundings in case Cyrus decided to pull a fast one on him again . From time-to-time, the retired Sage liked to play pranks to keep the scribe on his toes. Quirks that the General Mahamatra seemed to pick up from his adoptive father, just like that deadpan humor of his.

After taking a few moments to determine the coast was clear, the scribe motioned for Kaveh to follow and stepped into the Professor’s home, taking off his shoes and putting on the house slippers. Kaveh did the same. The duo made their way to the kitchen, the usual hangout place in Cyrus’ home. 

A familiar feminine voice flowed towards them, deep in discussion with the Professor. “Lesser Lord Kusanali has graciously offered me a teaching position at the Spantamad Darshan. It seems my classes made quite the impression on the students a few years ago.”

“That’s great! The results of that initiative are clearer now. The students enjoy learning from recent alumni that are already working in their respective fields and even the alumni are making breakthroughs in their post-graduate research by collaborating with the students. The choice is ultimately yours of course, but it would be nice if you visited more often. Your student is always welcome here too,” a deeper voice responded.

“How persuasive of you, Professor,” the feminine voice responded, laughing lightly.

That was his cue. 

“Hello, Professor Cyrus. I hope we’re not intruding,” Alhaitham said, making sure his footsteps could be heard.

“Hello Professor Cyrus! Hope you’ve been well,” Kaveh followed, waving at them from behind the scribe.

The two figures turned to face them - a young woman dressed in purple with a broad-rimmed hat and Professor Cyrus. 

“Never, my boy! It’s always good to see you and Kaveh! Have you two met Lisa?” The retired Sage gestured to the young woman sitting across from him. 

“Yes, a few times. It’s nice to see you again,” Alhaitham nodded in her direction.

“Likewise! You seem to be in good spirits,” Lisa smiled. “And you must be Kaveh, the renowned architect I’ve heard so much about from Cyno.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. Cyno has told us wondrous stories about you,” Kaveh offered. 

“Good things I hope?” Lisa’s smile turned a little bit sweeter. Alhaitham cringed inwardly, remembering his first meeting with her at Cyno’s lecture at the Akademiya. 

“Yes!” Kaveh said a little too quickly. “It would be great to hear stories about your Akademiya days sometime.”

“Sharing stories would be lovely. I brought some tea over from Mondstadt. Would you both like to try some?” Lisa asked, her tone friendlier. 

“Yes, thank you.” Alhaitham took a seat in between the two, watching as Lisa got up to prepare the cups of tea.

“Yes, thank you so much. I would love to visit Mondstadt one of these days,” Kaveh said, taking a seat next to the scribe. 

The mage came back within moments with two steaming cups. 

When she placed his cup in front of him, Alhaitham smelled a fruity scent emanating from it. 

“Valberry tea. It’s quite refreshing, with a tinge of sweetness, so sugar is usually not needed,” Lisa said, “But I can get you some sugar if you’d prefer.”

“No need, thank you. I rarely take sugar with my teas, just with coffee,” Alhaitham smiled as he took a sip. The berry taste wasn’t too overpowering like how other fruit flavored teas can be. He’ll have to get some more the next time he and Cyno visited Mondstadt. “This is great, thank you.”

Kaveh took a sip of his and hummed in delight, letting Alhaitham take the stage. 

“Glad you like it. So what brings you here?” Lisa asked, sitting down. She cradled her cheek on one hand, staring at him serenely with a smile under her inquisitive gaze.

“Yes, do tell. Usually I’m the one inviting you over!” Cyrus chortled.

Alhaitham couldn’t help the flush that crept up his neck. He cleared his throat, hoping his voice wouldn’t waver. 

“I would like to ask permission for Cyno’s hand in marriage,” he said, thanking the Dendro Archon that his voice remained steady. Kaveh remained silent, sipping his tea. 

Cyrus spat out his tea, thankfully at no one, while Lisa giggled “Hoho,” behind a gloved hand, eyes crinkling in delight. 

“Has time flown that fast?” Cyrus coughed while Lisa rubbed his back. Once he recovered, the retired Sage grinned at him, “You have my permission. I would be happy to finally call you my son-in-law!” 

“I also approve,” Lisa smiled. “I wish you both all the happiness.”

“Thank you-,” Alhaitham started. 

“But make no mistake, if I hear anything outstanding from Cyno, I will not hesitate to stop by for my baby brother,” the librarian cut in. The corners of her lips tensed minutely, violet sparks flashed on her fingertips. 

“Haha Lisa, he knows,” Cyrus flashed a knowing smile across the table.

Lisa nodded and the sparks disappeared from her fingertips. “I’m relieved to hear that.”

Kaveh leaned towards his roommate, whispering behind his hand, “I see intimidation runs in the family.”

Alhaitham had no comment. 

A moment passed. 

Suddenly, Kaveh cleared his throat and leaned forward towards Cyrus and Lisa with his eyes narrowed, “If I may add respectfully, if I receive wind of anything that could be considered detrimental to Alhaitham, there will be no mercy.”

Alhaitham glanced at Kaveh, eyes wide. The last time he heard that tone was when they were students. The scribe opted to sip his tea silently, watching Cyrus’ and Lisa’s expressions mirror his own bewildered expression. 

Cyrus grunted. Lisa shared a glance with him for a few moments, then turned back to the roommates.

“We have no doubt about that,” Lisa spoke up for them, both she and Cyrus smiling with approval. 

Kaveh nodded, making a noise of agreement, then leaned back. 

“Thank you both for your blessing,” Alhaitham restarted. “I have no intentions of letting you down.”

“Good! Is there anything we can do to help with the wedding planning or proposal?” Cyrus waggled his eyebrows. 

“Actually, I do have a gift prepared, if this amount is to your approval. This ring is also part of it.” Alhaitham took out a simple pouch and placed it in front of Cyrus. He also produced the modified engagement ring, his family’s most prized heirloom. 

The retired Sage opened the pouch, checking the amount and turned over the ring several times. He nodded with satisfaction and turned serious, “I approve of the gifts, thank you.” Cyrus took the pouch for safekeeping, to give to Cyno later. He handed the ring back to Alhaitham.

Then the older man smiled, diffusing the tense atmosphere. Kaveh mirrored Cyrus’ expression.

Lisa giggled, picking up on Cyrus’ earlier comment. “Professor, aren’t you being a bit too forward about their wedding plans?” she admonished him with a teasing tone.

“Sorry, this is the first proposal I’ve heard about from you young-uns!” Cyrus laughed. Then he looked straight at Lisa. “And how about you? When will you and the Acting Grandmaster take the next step?”

Cyrus laughed when Lisa giggled behind her hand and waved him off.

Alhaitham chuckled. Back when he was Acting Grand Sage, he had a few opportunities to meet the Acting Grandmaster of Mondstadt for official negotiations concerning resources delegated towards the safety and security of their nations and establishing more trade routes between them. In his eyes, Acting Grandmaster Jean was a leader worthy of respect, kind and dependable, much like Lesser Lord Kusanali.  

“I’ll let you both know if anything comes up,” the scribe smiled.

Father and daughter nodded.

Then Lisa smirked, “I’ll get my Kamera ready.” 

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A few days later, Cyno returned from another impromptu mission to the forest with his Mahamatra-in-training. When he heard Cyno’s knocking code, Alhaitham opened the door to see Cyno leaning wearily on the doorframe, eyelids drooping. He quickly scanned his boyfriend from head-to-toe, feeling a sense of déjà vu at the situation.

Thankfully, no wounds this time. 

He immediately scooped Cyno up into a bridal carry, ignoring his boyfriend’s indignant protests that he could walk. 

“You’re exhausted. I’ll draw you a bath,” Alhaitham said, taking care to make his strides smoother, as to not jostle Cyno’s aching muscles. The General Mahamatra grumbled in response, then laid his head against the scribe’s shoulder, relaxing his body. 

Alhaitham nudged the bathroom door open with his foot and gently deposited Cyno onto a chair next to the bathtub. Since they did this song and dance numerous times, Alhaitham quickly learned to bring in a chair so Cyno wouldn’t track anymore sand and dust into the other rooms as Alhaitham prepared the bath. 

When they first started this ritual, Cyno insisted on taking care of himself, but once, he fell asleep on the chair. After fifteen minutes of not hearing any movement next door, Alhaitham slammed his book down and ran to the bathroom, thinking the worst came to pass. It scared him so much that he bathed Cyno himself (he’s seen everything at this point) and gently admonished Cyno when he woke up mid-bath. Since then, Cyno allowed Alhaitham to pamper him on the more exhausting days.

“How did the mission go?” Alhaitham asked as he drew the bath. Keeping Cyno talking would keep him awake long enough not to fall over.

“Hmm…? …It went well. Since Inara gained the respect of our colleagues and Eremites from that first major mission to the desert, even Dehya will listen to her strategies now,” Cyno chuckled. “She directed everyone well; that’s why I don’t have any major wounds this time, heh. She still has much to learn about gleaning information from informants and enemies discreetly, but that will come with time.”

“That’s good,” the scribe said, adding some Sumeru Rose oil to the hot water. Cyno really loved that scent. “The bath will be ready soon. Do you need any help with your uniform?” 

“I got it,” Cyno said, stripping himself of his dusty clothes, letting them pool on the ground. Sand grains poured out of his sleeves and hood.

Alhaitham clicked his tongue at them. If there was one thing he hated, it was cleaning up sand, but luckily, he also kept a dustpan and brush around.

Cyno stepped into the bathtub carefully, sighing in contentment when the hot water and steam soothed his sore muscles as he settled in, the water rising up to his chin. Alhaitham squeezed some shampoo into his hands, gently massaging Cyno’s scalp.  

“I look forward to this when I come home,” the shorter man mumbled with his eyes closed.

Alhaitham hummed, pouring water over Cyno’s head to clear the suds. The latter spluttered in slight annoyance, but remained silent. The scribe took up a gentle sponge, scrubbing Cyno’s body quickly so that he could let his boyfriend rest for the big day tomorrow, not that Cyno knew about the plan.

Alhaitham drained the bath water and enveloped Cyno in a fluffy towel, wiping down any loose grains of sand, followed by a robe.

Now that he was dressed in a sleeping robe, the General Mahamatra let himself be carried to their shared bed with no complaints. Alhaitham laid him down gently, then crawled into bed. Seeing Cyno this relaxed and watching him taking slow and deep breaths made the scribe happy since Cyno rarely let his guard down. Alhaitham turned his lamplight off and pulled Cyno closer, falling asleep to his deep and rhythmic breaths. 

The next morning, Alhaitham woke up to a hand carding through his hair. He hummed, the feeling in his chest warm. He was never a gambling man, but he felt like the luckiest man alive for Cyno to reciprocate his feelings.

Cracking his eyes open, he mumbled out a “Good morning, love.”

The hand in his hair stilled, as Alhaitham heard Cyno suck in a breath, then the shorter man resumed carding his hand through his hair.

His boyfriend mumbled shyly, “Good morning Haitham. Did I wake you too soon?”

Alhaitham shook his head. It was okay, he knew Cyno wasn’t as forthcoming about his professions of love, but he showed it through his actions. “Sleep well?”

“Yeah,” Cyno said. “A little sore from the mission, but nothing to be worried about.”

“Good,” Alhaitham said. He cupped Cyno’s cheek, bringing him in for a soft kiss. Cyno reciprocated, melting under his touch.

When they broke apart, Alhaitham snaked his arm around Cyno’s waist, pulling him in. “I want to take you somewhere today.”

“Where?” Cyno tilted his head, his bangs falling across his freshly woken face. The action was utterly cute.  

“Do you trust me?” Alhaitham whispered against his ear. He felt Cyno’s body shudder. 

“Yes,” he breathed. His hot breath tickled the scribe’s neck.  

Alhaitham then sat up, holding out his hand to Cyno. 

The General Mahamatra regarded him skeptically, as he did whenever he didn’t get the information he wanted. A habit born from the nature of his work. After a moment, he placed his hand into Alhaitham’s.

“Be ready in an hour.” The scribe smiled and closed his hand around Cyno’s, giving it a light squeeze. No matter how many times they did this, he never got tired of marveling at how small, but strong Cyno’s hand was. Alhaitham gently tugged Cyno up as he got up.

In record time, they dressed and ate a hearty breakfast of coffee, tea, and Tahchin that Alhaitham cooked the night before, anticipating the General Mahamatra’s arrival, since Cyno only ate dried provisions on his missions. 

“You’re improving at making this dish,” Cyno said as he cleared his plate. 

“Thanks. Though I still prefer the way you make it,” Alhaitham smirked. 

“Heh, I’ll make it again soon. I thought of some new potion ideas to try that may benefit you and Inara as well,” Cyno said. 

“Oh?” 

“Not today though.”

Alhaitham nodded, “Fair enough.” He quickly cleaned their plates and tableware, then strode up to the door, where Cyno already slipped on his shoes and a clean cloak. 

“Ready?” He held out his hand to Cyno. 

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” the shorter man sighed affectionately, taking his hand. 

Alhaitham tugged him outside, with Cyno following his pace.

They made their way to the back of the city, where the farmers and craftspeople lived on the outskirts. A large plot of land spread out past the houses, lined with numerous simple grave markers. Fresh green grass grew around the burial mounds, with wreaths of Sumeru Roses decorating some of the grave markers. 

A solemn silence fell over the both of them as Alhaitham led Cyno to one grave marker with a fresh bouquet of Padisarah flowers laid on top of the burial mound.

“Cyno, this is my grandmother.” The scribe turned towards the grave marker that noted his grandmother’s name. “Grandmother, this is Cyno. It’s taken some time, but I’ve finally found someone with whom I want to share my life with. I wish that you could’ve met him sooner.”

He glanced sideways to see Cyno bowing his head with his hand over his heart. His hair obscured his eyes, but Alhaitham could see his lips moving, whispering some prayers.

The scribe turned back to his grandmother’s grave, bowing his head as well, trying to will his tears back. Every year without fail, he came alone on the anniversary of her passing, but now, he finally had someone to share the moment with. He squatted down, tracing the fresh grass on top of the mound, watching as the breeze blew through them, making the blades dance in the wind.

Alhaitham took a deep breath to steady himself as he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up to see Cyno smile down at him, a tenderness crossing his features. Alhaitham felt lucky to be able to see this part of his boyfriend that most people never cared to see or were allowed to see - the real person underneath the hard exterior of the General Mahamatra. 

“Thank you for introducing us. She would be proud of you,” Cyno said softly.

“She would have loved you too,” Alhaitham replied, resting his hand over Cyno’s on his shoulder. “And let you call her ‘grandmother’ as well,” he chuckled. 

Cyno turned back towards the grave marker. “It is a pleasure to finally meet you…grandmother. I will not disappoint you. I intend to keep Alhaitham safe and happy for as long as he will have me.”

Though it was Cyno’s first time trying out the word, it sounded like his boyfriend had used the term all his life.

Alhaitham felt an unusual warmth emanate from the air around them, enveloping them in its embrace. He felt a light touch on his other shoulder, but when he turned around, he only saw a Dusk Bird with a white feathered chest watching them, perched on a tree. With a caw, it flew off towards the sky. 

Alhaitham stood up, shaking out the pins and needles in his legs, then took Cyno’s hand in his. Cyno squeezed back, looking up at the scribe.

Alhaitham matched Cyno’s warm ruby gaze, bending down to touch his forehead against Cyno’s, closing his eyes. Cyno wrapped his arms around the scribe’s waist, pulling him in for a hug. Alhaitham wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, moving his head to lay against Cyno’s shoulder. 

The pair stood like that for a while, letting the silence surround them. 

After some time, Cyno looked up and mumbled, “Okay?”

Alhaitham lifted his head and nodded. “I’d like to take you somewhere else too. Just to get away for a bit.”

“Alright.”

Alhaitham took Cyno’s hand, leading them back home. “Aaru Village. It’s been a while since we visited our friends on non-official business. We leave tonight.” The lie flowed easily from his lips, just as it did when he faced off against former Grand Sage Azar. Thankfully, he was able to keep his heartbeat and hands steady. Plenty of practice, especially when one was the General Mahamatra’s partner. 

“So soon?” 

“We were due for a vacation anyways. The Sumpter Beast is waiting for us at the gates too.” 

Cyno whistled, “Wow. You're never this urgent about things.” 

“As they say, variety is the spice of life.” Alhaitham looked back at his boyfriend, pleased to see the traces of a smile on his face.

When they got home, they packed quickly. Cyno was used to it with his way of life, while Alhaitham packed the essentials and a few sets of extra clothing. 

Maybe they should also take some time to stroll through the now bustling marketplaces of Caravan Ribat and Aaru Village before the big moment too. Alhaitham wasn't in a total rush anyways, and he would like to enjoy every moment with Cyno. 

The trip to the checkpoint took three days. They used another day to rest and to give the Sumpter Beasts time to relax, so they walked through Caravan Ribat's outdoor market. The market expanded to take up a third of the area, with people of various nationalities flocking there to sell their wares. The duo purchased some provisions for the trip to Aaru Village. Alhaitham also bought a beautiful silk scarf woven with Liyuen flower designs for Cyno. 

The General Mahamatra immediately put it around his neck, under his travel cloak. Cyno also bought the scribe a small pouch of coffee beans from a Fontainian merchant. According to the merchant, their coffee had a smoky, caramelized flavor compared to Sumerian coffee, which was more bittersweet. Hopefully the trip to Aaru Village was quick, so Alhaitham could try it out. 

The pair made it to Aaru Village within a couple days, stopping to hunker down midway when the sandstorms got fierce. 

Upon arrival, Alhaitham led, taking them to Uncle Anpu’s home. A guard outside took their Sumpter Beast away to be brushed and fed. The village leader and Candace greeted the couple at the door with warm smiles, asking if they needed anything after directing them to their room. 

The scribe could practically hear the questions running through Cyno’s mind, but he would answer them later. Patience was key. 

As Cyno unpacked their travel bags, Alhaitham stepped outside their room and closed the door. 

Candace stood outside, greeting him with a smile. She held a tray with a jug of fresh water and mugs, as planned. She pointed at the doors across their room and gave him a nod. He nodded back.

Good, everyone was here.

“Thank you Candace,” Alhaitham inclined his head, taking the tray from her. 

“Of course. Please let us know if you would like anything else during your stay,” she replied kindly. 

“I’ll keep that in mind. Have a good evening,” Alhaitham said, then returned to his room. He crossed over to the table in the middle of the room, pouring mugs of fresh water for him and Cyno.

After a few moments, Cyno broke the silence. “Haitham, what’s with all of this? This is highly unusual, even for you.” 

“I had some personal matters to attend to and needed you for it,” Alhaitham said, handing Cyno his mug. 

“Okay…you’re lucky I like you, with such an impromptu trip,” Cyno said with a slight frown. He sipped his water, sighing in contentment. 

Little did he know that Alhaitham had planned this a few months in advance with Lord Kusanali and Aarav’s blessings. The senior member of the matra assisted in rearranging everyone’s schedule discreetly to give Cyno a week out of office with the scribe.  

“Everything back home has been taken care of,” Alhaitham sighed. “I’ll make it up to you. It’s my turn to take you to a secret place out here once we finish unpacking.”

Cyno’s eyes lit up. His boyfriend enjoyed the thrill of discovering new places.

They put away their clothes in a chest at the foot of the bed and arranged their belongings on the table.

“You’ll need your cloak since we’re heading outside,” Alhaitham said, donning his cloak. 

“Alright.”

Alhaitham took Cyno’s hand as they exited the house, walking towards the entrance to Aaru Village. 

Truth be told, the place Alhaitham planned to propose at wasn’t secret at all. He just needed to keep bluffing. 

It was early evening - the air cooled drastically as the sun started to set. As they got closer, the Dendro crystalflies that fluttered around the Statue of the Seven glowed brighter, as if cheering him on. 

When they approached the area in front of the Statue, Alhaitham let go of Cyno’s hand. He got down on his knee, pulling out the box.

Cyno’s eyes practically bugged out of his head as he stuttered, “Haitham, w-what is this?”

Alhaitham practiced his speech numerous times leading up to today, but when he looked up to see Cyno, his mouth ran dry. The setting sun created a beautiful halo of golden light around Cyno’s white hair, and the wind blew gently, making the strands shimmer. His expression was of complete surprise, yet with a hopeful glimmer in his eyes. It spurred Alhaitham on, words rushing out.

“When we first met, it wasn’t under the most ideal of circumstances. Though in hindsight, it was good fortune that Dehya and Candace intervened.” – Cyno laughed –  “Then we did the impossible by saving Sumeru and started rebuilding it together with everyone. Over time, you’ve become much more than a colleague - a friend, a close companion, my other half - someone I would like to spend the rest of my days with, if you’ll have me. Will you marry me, Cyno?" 

A sharp intake of breath.

Alhaitham watched as numerous emotions flitted across Cyno's face, more than he'd seen in all the time he knew the General Mahamatra. His boyfriend then settled on his signature smirk, which lasted a second before his eyes glistened with mischief. 

With a dramatic flourish, Cyno gracefully took off his headdress and gently placed it on the ground. He also got on one knee, mirroring Alhaitham's earlier action, whisking a small wooden box from his belt pouch. 

Alhaitham blinked several times. Cyno’s smirk grew. 

“Haitham,“ he opened the box. The waning sunlight gleamed off of the gold band, also inlaid with emerald and amethyst stones, but shaped like Alhaitham’s Chisel-Light Mirrors. 

The sly wolf, Alhaitham thought. How had he not noticed? 

“I also had a speech prepared, but you took the words right out of my mouth. Rather, would you do me the honor of ringing in the wedding?”

The corners of Alhaitham’s mouth turned upwards. Good thing Tighnari, Kaveh, and Collei weren’t here to witness the sweet, yet dorky person that was Cyno.

Of all the times to crack a joke…

Alhaitham scoffed in disbelief, trying to cough through the laughter that threatened to bubble out. His shoulders shook. 

“Uhh…Haitham?” Cyno frowned deeply. 

“Cyno…” Alhaitham couldn’t finish his thought as he laughed, clutching his stomach while snapping his box closed. It wouldn’t do to drop the ring in the sands now. 

He looked up to see disbelief and shock across Cyno’s expression, which made him guffaw even more. He could barely hold himself up as tears spilled out of his eyes. 

Alhaitham shook so hard he nearly toppled over, feeling Cyno catch him with an arm around him before he could befriend the sand. 

“Yes,” Cyno finally answered Alhaitham’s earlier question, pulling him upright as the scribe’s laughs died down, smashing their lips together with tears streaming down his face. He whispered the word with such reverence that Alhaitham thought his heart would burst with overwhelming happiness. “A thousand times, yes. I love you too, you insufferable Scribe.” His boyfriend - no, fiancé - kissed him again, then pulled back to smile with a joy so bright it could light up the sky.

They slipped each other’s ring on the other’s right hand, then Alhaitham lifted Cyno’s hand to his lips, kissing the ring as Cyno’s Dusk Bird circled overhead, cawing happily. 

Alhaitham lifted and swung Cyno in a circle while the pair laughed - he wouldn’t have this moment any other way.

—------

Upon their return to Uncle Anpu’s home, Cyno nearly got startled out of his wits by all their friends and family gathered in one place. Even Lumine and Paimon were present. 

They all looked at the couple expectantly. Alhaitham gazed down at his now-fiancé, their hands intertwined. 

Cyno looked up bashfully at Alhaitham, who nodded. The General Mahamatra flashed the ring on his hand, the golden orange sunset behind them reflecting off of the band.

Their group of friends and family erupted in cheers, whistles, and whoops, the sound loud enough to be heard across the entire village.

Alhaitham waved his hand for silence, and the cheering immediately died down. “We plan to have the ceremony and party one month from today.” 

Cyno looked up again at the scribe, who smiled down at him. The General Mahamatra turned to his friends. “Thank you for being here everyone. We plan to have a small ceremony here with just you all, including Lord Kusanali, if Candace and Uncle Anpu are amenable to it.”

The village leader and the protector of the village briefly looked at each other, sharing a silent conversation. Candace nodded, then turned to everyone and smiled, “We would be honored to host.”

Kaveh whooped. “If you would like, I can help arrange all the decorations and the cake!”

“I can lend my expertise to the youngsters for decoration ideas,”  Madam Faruzan declared.

“I can help with decorating too!” Nilou called.

“Me too!” Collei said with stars in her eyes.

“Stars…would make…great decorations,” Layla nodded sleepily. 

“Let us know if you’d like any flowers or decor from the other nations too!” Lumine called out.

“Thank you, we would be honored to accept your offers,” Cyno said, smiling at their group. Everyone erupted in cheers again, talking enthusiastically amongst themselves about the wedding decor.

Dehya came up to clap both men on their shoulders. “Congratulations, you two! It’s been a long time since Aaru Village has had a celebration this big.”

Cyno flushed. “Thank you Dehya. It means a lot, truly.” 

“Who knew that showdown between two giants from the Akademiya would result in this,” she teased.

“Actually, we wanted to ask if you would be willing to keep an eye on things. To make sure everything runs smoothly,” Alhaitham said. 

“Haha, wouldn’t that be something to ask them?” Dehya jutted her thumb towards Professor Cyrus and Lisa, who were talking to Lesser Lord Kusanali. 

“We’ve already discussed it beforehand. They offered to contribute to the feast along with Candace and the villagers,” Cyno chuckled. “They prefer a more…behind-the-scenes approach to these things.” 

“Gotcha. Just wanted to make sure!” Dehya laughed. “I would be happy to.”

“Thank you,” Alhaitham smiled.

“I’ll go check in on everyone then. Seems like there’s someone who wants to chat with you two,” Dehya winked. She turned around and walked away, revealing Lesser Lord Kusanali. 

“I hope I’m not intruding,” Nahida said sheepishly. 

“Not at all,” Alhaitham answered. 

Nahida floated up so she was eye level with them. “I would like to formally congratulate you both! Is there anything I can help with?” 

The pair glanced at each other, then Cyno spoke. “Of course,” he said warmly, “Would you do us the honor of officiating the wedding?”

Nahida smiled radiantly, her Dendro powers glowing as she giggled, “Yes, I would be honored to! You both deserve all the happiness for all you’ve done.”

“Thank you Nahida,” they said in unison, bowing.

“Please, no need. We’ve known each other for a while,” Nahida gently chided them once again. They looked up at her, flushing. The Dendro Archon patted their heads. “I look forward to your wedding.”

—---------------------------

As planned, everyone pulled the wedding together within the month and with much enthusiasm. Alhaitham and Cyno let Kaveh direct the artistic vision for their decorations and cake with Tighnari monitoring the budget, Cyrus and Lisa coordinating the food, and Dehya overseeing the overall logistics. They all reported back to the couple, who made minimal adjustments. They wanted to celebrate together with their family after all.  

The month was to allow extra time in case things did not progress as smoothly. The planning and execution was a more non-traditional approach to a wedding, and more low-key. However, they tried to also respect some of their cultural customs in the process since it was the first time both groups of people gathered together for a grand affair. 

Alhaitham and Cyno’s main focus was their wedding attire. They commissioned a tailor on Madam Faruzan’s suggestion, getting a custom-made thawb each - Alhaitham’s in a dark forest green color with golden embroidery of vines and leaves, along with sprinkles of his Chisel-Light Mirrors in light green embroidery. Light green sashes that went over his shoulder and around his waist with aquamarine and gold accents completed the outfit. Cyno’s thawb was dark brown with gold accents similar to the patterns of his broad collar and belt of his uniform, and green vines and leaves intertwining around the shoulders and down his back, creating a beautiful latticework. A violet sash completed his outfit. 

They drew up a marriage contract with Lesser Lord Kusanali overseeing it, outlining the division of their possessions, assets, properties, and the equal monetary settlement in the event they divorced. Once settled, the Dendro Archon rolled up the parchment, saying she’ll read it during the marriage ceremony. 

On the day of the wedding, they prepared in separate rooms - with Kaveh aiding Alhaitham and Candace and Lisa aiding Cyno.

“Everything will be fine, there were a few hiccups here and there, but we completed our tasks,” Kaveh assured Alhaitham, whose hands shook. It was minute, but anyone who knew the scribe well would be able to tell. 

Alhaitham took several deep breaths as Kaveh applied the last of the eyeshadow and eyeliner. Then the blonde stood back and gave Alhaitham a once-over, patting down his shoulders, then nodded with a satisfied smile. The architect brought out a mirror to the scribe. 

Alhaitham frowned when he glanced at the mirror. The makeup was bolder than his everyday look. 

“What’s wrong?” Kaveh asked hesitantly. “Do I need to redo it?”

“The makeup looks…bolder,” Alhaitham said. 

Kaveh sighed. “It needs to be able to show up in the photos that Lumine will take.” The Traveler kindly offered to take some photos of the ceremony a few days prior. 

“Ahh,” was all Alhaitham said. He turned to the full-body mirror, examining himself. Kaveh did well with the makeup and the small braid on the left side of his hair, the end decorated with a bead and Dusk bird feather.

The scribe turned around, “I’m ready.”

“Alright then,” Kaveh answered, heading to the door. “Let’s go.”

Ten minutes before the ceremony started downstairs and Alhaitham’s heart hammered in his chest.

“Kaveh, wait,” Alhaitham said suddenly.

“Huh?” Kaveh whipped around, the feather nearly flying off his ear.

“Since my family isn’t around anymore for this…thank you, for everything,” Alhaitham said solemnly. 

Understanding dawned in Kaveh’s eyes, always full of warmth and compassion. “Of course, anytime, Alhaitham,” he said. “I know we’ve been…difficult towards each other, but the truth is, you’ve done so much for me and for Sumeru. You deserve this.” 

“Thanks,” Alhaitham cracked a rare smile. 

“Let’s not get too sappy now. You have a wedding to attend,” Kaveh chuckled, pulling his roommate along. 

The two made their way downstairs, where their friends and family gathered, chattering amongst themselves. Lumine flitted about, taking candid photos of everyone and everything.

In classic Wanderer fashion, the man stayed by the door, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. Though his expression showed boredom, it belied his keen observations. He still rarely joined in on their gatherings, but it was an improvement that he attended this one (they all knew he was basically Lesser Lord Kusanali’s bodyguard).

Alhaitham made his way over to Lesser Lord Kusanali, who wore a beautiful, long white sleeveless dress with green accents. Her hair flowed down her shoulders, the signature hairpiece of leaves decorating it. She smiled gently at him. He smiled back, inclining his head. 

He then took a few moments to admire the decor that everyone put up - wreaths and vines of woven flowers from every nation hung from the walls and ceilings, with hanging jars of slow-burning candles placed every few meters. The eating area was transformed with long tables where bright bouquets of Sumeru Roses and Padisarahs sat in vases and platters of various dishes originating from Sumeru City, Port Ormos, and Aaru Village were neatly arranged. Several rows of simple wooden benches lined the middle section of the floor, arranged in a amphitheater style.

Everyone did an amazing job. 

Suddenly, some rhythmic beats sounded. Alhaitham watched as Kaveh, Tighnari, Cyrus, and Rahman played some drums, signaling the start of the ceremony.

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Cyno’s POV - Fifteen minutes before

“Lisa, isn’t this a bit much?” Cyno complained, flinching when the mage pulled his hair just a bit tighter. 

“I think you need to do something different for today,” Lisa smiled, with an edge to her voice.

“I agree,” Candace said firmly, painting on the eyeliner. Cyno could feel the cool wetness upon his closed lids. 

Candace tsked when Cyno felt the brush make a funny angle. He heard the rustle of a cloth, then felt soft dabs on his eye. “So, I heard that you moved in with Alhaitham a couple years ago,” the village protector started, humming in approval when she completed the eyeliner to her satisfaction. 

“Yes, he brought up the idea,” Cyno said tentatively. Where was she was going with this?

“Well, I didn’t want to bring this up until your wedding day, but did you know? In our culture, when one person moves into their significant other’s home, it is understood that is considered marriage,” Candace said amusedly. 

Cyno jerked, nearly undoing Lisa’s work on his hair. “W-what? I wasn’t aware of this,” he spluttered, puffing out his cheeks and crossing his arms. 

The two ladies laughed. 

“It’s okay. It’s not sacrilegious or anything. I doubt Alhaitham knew the implications, knowing his methods,” the blunette giggled.

With another tug, Lisa smiled, “Your hair is done. Look how cute you look, baby brother!”

The mage held up a mirror and Cyno opened his eyes to have the breath knocked out of him.

He looked…amazing. He wasn’t a vain person, but Lisa and Candace made him look good. His heart thumped as he thought about how Alhaitham might react. Even he was excited to see how his soon-to-be-husband would look since Kaveh was helping him. 

“Wow,” Cyno breathed when words came back. “Thank you both, I’m…happy.” 

He shielded his face when he heard a click! “Lisa,” he groaned. 

“The first of many, baby brother,” Lisa chuckled, holding up her Kamera.

Candace giggled, then glanced at the clock. “It is almost time. Are you ready?”

Cyno stood up resolutely, “Yes.”

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Alhaitham’s POV

Everyone hushed as they heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Lisa appeared first, clothed in a Sumerian style dress and hair done up with a Sumeru Rose clip. She held Cyno’s hand, leading him down. 

All Alhaitham could focus on was his soon-to-be husband. Cyno looked absolutely breathtaking. He wore the wedding attire, with Lisa and Candace working their magic on his hair and makeup. His eyeshadow was a subtle violet, eyes lined with kohl. His bangs still covered his face, but the sides of his hair were braided and pulled back, the rest of his hair flowing in waves behind him. 

Alhaitham wanted to run up and kiss him, but he willed himself to remain standing here until Lisa led Cyno over. Cyno looked ready to do the same, traditions be cast aside. 

There was a moment of stunned silence as they regarded each other, marveling at the other’s appearance. 

Alhaitham heard a timid cough to his left. He looked over to see Nahida gaze up at him, then she winked. 

“We shall now commence the ceremony,” she declared. The Dendro Archon produced the marriage contract, reading the terms to the couple, and asked them three times each if they agreed to the marriage. Both declared “Yes” thrice. 

Nahida then turned the contract towards them, and they both signed it. Kaveh and Cyrus came up to sign the contract too, as their witnesses. 

Then, with a flick of Nahida’s wrist, the document disappeared, to be placed in the archives later. 

As the couple took each other's hands, Nahida declared, “You are now lawfully married.”

The duo then changed each other’s rings to their left hand. Alhaitham couldn’t stop the tremble in his hands at this point, but he saw Cyno mouth “breathe,” so he did. Cyno’s hand trembled less than his, but his eyes glistened.

Once the couple completed the exchange, Nahida announced cheerfully, “You may now kiss.” 

Alhaitham heard the smirk in her voice, but all he could focus was on his husband. He leaned down, putting his hands on Cyno’s waist at the same time Cyno stood on his tip toes, cupping Alhaitham's face as they crashed their lips together.  

He distantly heard loud claps and cheers, the raucous probably loud enough to pierce through the night. Unfortunately, as much as Alhaitham wanted to continue, he had to break them apart. Cyno sighed in dismay, before they turned to their friends and family with smiles on their faces. 

Collei and Madam Faruzan, who sat on either side, threw petals as the wedded couple raised their clasped hands in the air. Drumbeats resounded throughout the room.

Everyone made way for the couple to walk towards the food and wedding cake. There, the wedded couple gestured for everyone to start feasting as they piled their plates with the delicious dishes. Their friends and family gathered around, congratulating them and sharing funny anecdotes of the couple with each other, to the couples’ dismay. The drummers also took a break to eat and mingle. Lumine and Lisa walked around, taking so many pictures of them and the guests that Alhaitham would probably hear clicks in his dreams that night. 

The music started when people nearly finished eating. Alhaitham and Cyno took to the floor, doing a slow dance, miraculously not tripping on each other’s feet after some prior practice with Nilou.

Before long, the dancer joined them on the next song, taking Collei’s hand, the friends dancing and laughing together. Some lingered to continue eating while others joined the dance floor - Cyrus and Lisa doing a father-daughter dance and Dehya and Candace dancing together. The wedded couple also danced with their family and friends, miraculously not stepping on their toes either.  

After a few songs, Alhaitham and Cyno clapped, signaling for the music to stop. Everyone watched as Cyno led Alhaitham, hand-in-hand, towards the wedding cake. Alhaitham materialized his sword, then Cyno put his hand on top of the scribe’s. Together, they sliced through the rich, three-tiered chocolate cake with Zaytun Peach filling, decorated with Sumeru Roses and Padisarahs - a combination of Fontainian and Sumerian flavors. The wedded couple cut up the cake and served everyone, saving some for the villagers of Aaru Village as gratitude for assisting with the wedding preparations. 

When it was their turn, Alhaitham sat down with their slice of cake, feeding the first bite to Cyno. 

“Hmm, this is delicious,” Cyno said when he swallowed, “Good call on the cake.”

“It was Collei’s idea,” Alhaitham said, humming when he ate it. The flavors exploded in his mouth - the light flavor of the Zaytun peach jam complimented the rich chocolate well. It was so delicious that he resolved to learn how to make it sometime. 

Cyno chuckled. “I love you,” he said confidently.  

“I love you too,” Alhaitham smiled softly, staring into his husband’s warm ruby eyes. His heart fluttered with how much saying those words made him feel.

Cyno leaned in, sealing their words with a kiss. 

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A YEAR LATER

Cyno raised his arm, gazing at the gold band with their stones.

"Thinking about something?" Alhaitham wrapped his arms around Cyno's waist, nuzzling into his hair. They stood on the roof of their second house, which they commissioned Kaveh to build in Aaru Village. It was smaller than their house in Sumeru City, but it was simple and cozy, just as they wanted it to be.

Since getting married, Alhaitham’s action of encircling his arms around Cyno’s waist became routine each time Cyno came home from long missions or when they spent time together during the vacations they could get, which Lesser Lord Kusanali granted them more often than not, probably because they were the heroes of Sumeru.

“You,” Cyno replied, tilted his head back and ran his hands through Alhaitham’s hair. 

The scribe hummed. 

Marriage didn’t change the dynamic of their relationship much, but it did make Alhaitham appreciate the little things with his husband even more: cuddling and reading books together, random challenges to Genius Invokation duels with the loser cooking dinner, and stealing kisses in the shadows of bookshelves or pillars at the Akademiya. Only the people in their inner circles at work knew the real dynamic of their relationship, including Inara, especially since Cyno was still General Mahamatra for many years to come. 

He still went out on missions, but started delegating more of them to his trainee and her subordinates so they could gain experience faster, since Sumeru was becoming safer. The more dangerous missions were still present, but the ones that required Cyno’s personal attention became fewer and farther in between. That left him to increased administrative duties, but more time with a certain Grand Scribe. 

Cyno didn’t seem to mind the change because every time he came home from a long day at the Akademiya or from a mission, the first thing he did was find Alhaitham and smother him with kisses, regardless of how exhausted he probably was. It wasn’t unusual for his silly husband to fall asleep after kissing, but Alhaitham didn’t mind. 

They never really talked about it, but Alhaitham sometimes thought about the memories that Priest Kasala saved for his descendents and anyone worthy of witnessing them - the priest’s devotion to King Deshret long after the latter’s sacrifice, alongside his uncanny resemblance to Cyno, and King Deshret’s visual motifs reflecting the scribe’s preference for clothing style - it wasn’t too farfetched for even a rational person like him to consider the possibility of reincarnation. The belief was rooted (Cyno would smirk at that joke) in their nation’s culture after all.

Some things were just too coincidental to be explained rationally. 

Alhaitham was sure that Cyno probably considered the possibility of reincarnation too when it came to their relationship.

Either way, it was their unspoken promise that no matter what trials may come their way and across lifetimes, they would always find each other and face them together.