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Due to the nature of your duty, you have seen Ahewann more than often these past days, although it may be such, he was still always beyond your reach. Whenever you'd catch a glimpse of him, he would always be preoccupied with official matters. Attending business with a crowd of Hannish merchants, giving orders to The Radiant Hosts, or at the opposite end in the hall of the Meghaduta safeguarding Vrtra's presence. Ahewann, like any other head of state you’ve encountered, was a busy man. With such obligations, both of you never quite got the opportunity to personally strike a conversation.
During small gatherings in the past, a servant of his would always approach you with a golden tray of colorful fruits, and a drink specially made for you. A simple way of saying, he had a favorite from those present. You'd wonder, why would such an amount of provisions be given to you, specifically. And the servant would mention,
"The Satrap is preoccupied at the moment, and he regrets not attending you personally. He thought, perhaps, this would compensate you for his setbacks… such are His Excellency's words."
And with an exchange of glances towards the Satrap, Ahewann would wearily smile at you from afar. As though he would say, "I hope you're alright?" , or that's what you'd believe yourself, at least.
Though it would last only a few seconds in reality, the memory of his smile would stretch for minutes, hours and eventually days within your mind. You didn’t quite fully understand as to why his presence would take so much space within your thoughts, but still, you welcomed it. Perhaps it was the only hint of solace that you would take as your own in such trying and demanding times.
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After the celebration of Hannish officials and well known figures of the Thavnairian royalty, you excused yourself from the banquet to catch up with your mind. As much as you do appreciate the gratitude and reverence from taking down the Telophoroi and saving the Hannish, such words become too repetitive, and in the long run sounds like a buzz that you autonomously have to respond to.
The noise of revelry gradually dies down as you walk through the halls of the Meghaduta. And finally, you could have a breather after keeping up a facade of formality before a crowd. The walls were lit by intricate lamps of gold, offering warmth amidst your path in the shade of night. Waking further, you notice the shadows before you were cut by the light of the moon, replicating the pillared frame towards a balcony. As you head towards its steps, you’re greeted by a comforting chill, a gentle whisper of the breeze, as though it breathed with you. The moon shone upon the balustrade of the balcony, letting you lean on it, and gaze at the blanket of stars above you.
"The stars truly offer such a consoling sight, no?"
As you thought to have a moment to yourself, a matured, suave voice steals your attention from the sky. Every word began as though a poet would, the accented Hannish he spoke brought tingles on your skin, a voice so distinct, etched in your memory, you felt you knew who it was.
You look over your shoulder, wondering who had the gall to disturb your solitude. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed that striking blue and golden glint, the very same color you fondly remember someone with. As you surrendered yourself to the turn, you saw the tall stem of colorful feathers that cascaded elegantly behind a man, resting atop a shade of pink long hair, neatly swept into a tail, with pointed edges accenting its sleek form.
“Satrap Ahewann.” That name slipped so naturally from your tongue, as though you finally had a reason to utter it without it sounding like a vice.
"…As though each and every one of them would hear and listen to your troubles, taking them away, and eventually dissipating to form a veil of serenity—an answer to your soul." he continued.
From the shade of the corridor, he steps into the shine of the moonlight, accentuating the broad and tall form of the older Raen. His pauldrons shone, and the soft whisper of the breeze swayed those feathers languidly. A gentle warmth pools in your chest, and that familiar tingling settles in your jaw yet again. You could only gaze in awe, and listen to his soothing voice.
"Though vast their number may be, it is not a presence that overburdens." The Raen finally shoots a glance at you, smiling warmly.
"…Aye. Unlike those within the hall." you jest, an attempt to veil your ardor.
“I'm afraid you and I share a similar sentiment.” He grins, shrugging in agreement. “I understand each of us have their limits, but I assure you, my people all came to revel in your victory and in your name.” he proudly gestures at you, with cup in hand."I didn’t want to intrude on your solitude, but it would be remiss of me to pass on an opportunity to grow more acquainted." Ahewann huffs, tilting his head. "...Might I accompany you?"
“Please, it would be an honor.” With your approval, you shifted slightly to your side.
As the Satrap saunters towards you, your eyes couldn’t help but trail on his every step, enamored by the confidence he embodied. The stillness in your form as you waited for him to come closer, betrayed the heat that was crawling beneath your skin. You desired for this moment, however not sooner as you thought, and yet it was perfect for you.
Ahewann places himself by your side, and with a relieved sigh, he gazes at you with a mellow, endearing smile. His purple-green eyes showing wisdom and age, twinkled, as though it would say, “Finally… I am with you.” . Your thoughts quietly swirled again into such implications, giving voice to such a gesture, but with that smile Ahewann gave you at this moment, how could you not?
“The nightly breeze at Radz-at-Han may be too cool at times, I thought you might need this.”. He places a golden cup by your hand on the railing. And within it sits a deep amber color shimmering with warmth.The steam curls upward, carrying the rich fragrance of spices—bold, earthy, and sweet.
"The gentle spice eases the nerves! The little kick invigorates your very aether! As every proud Hannish would proclaim." Ahewann repeated their words with a touch of pride and a cheerful lift in his tone. He then glances at you with a knowing look, as though he were gauging your reaction to his little jig.
“You don't sound far off from every Hannish merchant I've come across in Eorzea.” A beam appears on your face, seeing such a side of the esteemed Satrap. Utterly charmed by the old man, you averted your gaze from his and towards the cup again, gently swirling it around as a distraction to hide your fluster. “...I am afraid their charisma gets to me.”
“Aside from alchemy, trade is one of the arts we excel in, my friend.” Ahewann chuckles heartily. “It gladdens me that my people are doing quite well beyond Ilsbardian land.”
“After all, Thavnair is still quite in a fickle situation. It would do them well to expand their pursuits beyond their homeland for the time being.” You replied, with your gaze still affixed on the chai. “But rest assured, our allied nations are doing their part in assisting your people.”
“Aye, you’re right. That does bring great comfort.” Ahewann nods earnestly at your claim.
Amidst that short silence of your drink, you could feel Ahewann’s eyes quietly watching the delicate movement of your fingers around the cup, following up to where the brim would touch your lips. Whether you thought it intentional, or it was unbeknownst to him—caught in your charm, you simply let it be and play pretend. After all, you finally have his attention, and you liked it. At such a close distance by his side, both of you felt a moment of satisfaction and relief with how you had eased up on him quickly, despite this being the first time you’ve been together outside of duty.
Without even looking at the Satrap, you felt a soft, warm smile grow from him, a feeling so similar from those in the past. It bore no malice, nor ill intent, it was admiration, and yearning. It was persistent, yet patient, almost daring you to look back.
For once, both of you could finally catch up, and speak to each other as a confidant, or eventually something more after this night. With a gentle whisper of the wind, Ahewann catches himself back to the present, wary of intruding on your peace, he promptly straightens himself up.
Ahewann stands by your side, with arms crossed as he looks beyond the horizon of the balcony. With a quiet sigh, and in stillness, you both admire the tranquil beauty of Thavnair. Your eyes trail back to him, watching the man’s figure lightly emphasized by the moon’s gentle light.
You, too, found yourself gazing at Ahewann. It was… oddly surreal, that after days of thinking about him, he was finally by your side. You were close enough to see the subtle scratches of his horns, the scale resting on his nose, the braided strands of pink in his hair… the admiration you held for the older man was deep enough to forget the beauty of the night sky above you.
Not long after taking the last sip of your drink, you gently place your cup down on the railing. Indeed, the night's breeze was chilly, but the chai had warmed you to your very core. It was comforting, and it had given you such ease that you had not felt these past few days. You look back to the Satrap again, and suddenly you remembered your role to him, and his people. Though victory is achieved by felling the Telophoroi, the casualties that transpired are still beyond saving. As much as you loathe not being there for them, a loss will still remain a loss. And such matters weigh heavily on both your minds.
"...I would only apologize that I had not arrived sooner." You spoke solemnly, so as to not startle the Satrap's thoughts. He gazes back at you, giving his full attention. Though subtle and still his expressions were, you could decipher he was troubled by your words. "I’ve no excuse for it, but such are the duties and obligations that are expected of me, and are beheld on to me. Even beyond Thavnair, really." you sigh quietly. "Would that I had the opportunity of the decision, I would’ve been here at a moment’s notice."
"No, my friend! You are in no such position to deliver an apology, please." Ahewann’s eyes slightly widened in concern. "My musings had no intention to demand such sentiments, from you of all people."
“In fact, I err… I should be the one who would assume your place, and give my apologies.” he added, worriedly in tone, as though he offended you. “Fully aware am I of the role you are committed to, and it truly… truly loathes me to add weight to the burden you carry.” his voice lowered, whilst firmly holding his gaze to you.
You saw in his purple eyes utmost sincerity and sympathy, the depths of intentions were laid before you, as if he didn't have the need to speak anymore.
“I must admit, The Radiant Hosts or even Thavnair as a whole has neither the manpower nor the capacity to overthrow the Telophoroi. Which is why I and, ultimately Vrtra, had no choice but to selfishly plead for your assistance,” He huffs in guilt, “...Despite all the duties that are present in your position.” Ahewann presses his lips tightly, underlining the weight of his intentions.
“No…You aren't a bother in the slightest, Your Excellency.” You spoke in assurance, a tone matching his. ”While it is true, obligations seem to never end, expectations have to be met, matters always demand outright attention… all of these events concurrently tie in with another's fate. As though I hold their very life in my hands.” You huffed, forcing a smile. “Rare are the times where I could get a moment to myself, to simply be away from the worry of what tomorrow may hold.” you continued, turning to Ahewann with your brows lifted slightly.
“Though I may not be on par with what you are facing, I understand full well the weight of such duty. But such roles are given to the most astute and deserving, no?”
“I don’t believe I am deserving of such.” you shrugged dismissively. “But still, it rests on me.”
“Undeserving? How so, hm?” Ahewann questions, with a tone reassuring.
You stood there, stance poised, wearing a neutral expression to mask you the weight of your words. Ahewann notices subtle tension within you, the clenching of your jaw, and the far-off look in your eyes, hinted at the deep-seated troubles that you were keeping from him. His gaze lowered for a moment, thinking of what words would calm the ripples in your heart.
With a confident sigh, and a nod to himself, he calls to you, with a voice firm, yet soothing, gently pulling you from your distraction.
“My friend.” Ahewann starts.
Your gaze meets his.
“Know that I do not only speak for my people, or for Vrtra himself, but importantly, I speak to you from the depths of my very being. Your presence… with you beside me, rewrites the burdens of my heart into something softer, as though they had unraveled into a flow of peace,“
Ahewann’s gaze holds yours, as though the twinkle in your eyes were handpicked from the skies.
“Just like the stars drifting across the sky above us. Perhaps you, too, are an answer to my troubles.”
You recall Ahewann’s words from but a moment ago, “... An answer to your soul” ... to his soul? You wondered. But hearing such from him, you realize his words weren’t so far off from what you felt in this moment, it felt soothing, like a balm to your worries.
“I… I am glad that I could bring such solace to you.” You pause in words, surprised that you could evoke such feelings into Ahewann.
“Perhaps, from now on, I need only look to the night sky… and I shall remember you, no?”
“You speak as though this would be the only moment I would meet you.” You state with a small smile.
“With the nature of our work, my friend, that could very much be a possibility.” Ahewann jests lightly, “But, hm! Should there be more then, I would gladly wait, and look forward to those times” he added, with a tilt of his head towards you.
You felt as though you finally established a connection with Ahewann. Not as mere acquaintances, but as two kindred spirits, whose journeys had converged at just the right moment, creating a bridge between both your hearts that spanned the distance of time and circumstance.
“…How about you, Satrap, how should I remember you when you're not around?” Your heart was pounding, with such bold words you uttered. You felt that tingle in your jaw yet again, as it now creeped up to your cheeks. But you also thought to yourself, when would be the next opportunity you’d say this?
“It's almost laughable that you would ask.” he smiled to himself, “Fates have truly aligned this night.” Ahewann’s voice deepened, warm and hushed, as though it resonated in your heart.
With a slow, measured motion, Ahewann removed his gloves, unveiling intricate scales of beige resting on his hands that were both rugged and refined, befitting a warrior and a poet. The strength in his fingers and the weathered lines of his palms spoke of maturity and experience, while his forearms flexed with every movement, painting an image that was irresistibly attractive. Ahewann then reaches out, palm upturned.
“…Might I ask for your hand?”
“Yes, of course.” you replied, waking from your thoughts.
A part of you thought, “Am I being too sudden for this?” or “Does he really want this with me?”. Despite how much you wanted this moment, these thoughts of uncertainty swirled within your head. You let your hand hover his own, you are rather hesitant, but the calmness of your expressions held no such implication.
With a sudden, yet gentle motion, Ahewann raises his hand to meet yours, finally holding it within his. Your eyes slightly widened, a flush of rosiness evident across your nose and cheeks, you are nearly undone with your affections before Ahewann. Upon seeing your reaction, he realizes the hastiness of his actions, but at the same time, he finally understands that the rhythm of his heart’s yearning matched your very own.
“...Did I startle you?” Ahewann asked.
“A bit.”
“The err… The breeze was getting a bit strong,” He scoffed, “If you didn’t have anything to hold on to, you could’ve flown away.”
“Ah, please—” a grin appears on your face as you shake your head.
Ahewann chuckles heartily, beholding the sweet victory he achieved from you. There’s something different in the way he laughs now, as if it’s traveled a long road to find your heart. It feels deep, yet softer, more unguarded, and vulnerable. Every time it escapes his lips, it stirs something in your chest, leaving your heart light, but full. You, too, find yourself gazing at him, what felt like forever in just mere seconds, allured by the old man's joy, knowing that you were the reason for it.
"I hope I wasn't too forward." Ahewann faces you with a pensive, smiling look.
"Well, if not now, when?"
"Ah! Your words always ring true." He grins shyly, a light fluster grows evident on his face.
"...Now if you could tolerate me for but a few moments more," He added, speaking deeply, as he placed his other hand on top of yours, clasping it tightly with promise, "I do have something that may be to your liking."
Whilst holding your hand, he lifted the other to reach for something in his pocket. Your eyes followed to where he was retrieving something, oblivious to what such could be. As though he were hiding it, he kept the mystery within his palm, before placing it right above your wrist. Still keeping the secrecy, you gaze at Ahewann whose head was lowered, as he was adjusting something in between your wrist and his hand.
Even from your view, you could tell Ahewann was smiling the whole time just from the curve of his scaly mustache, and the faint flush of red just right above his nose. It was endearing to see that it could make your heart melt, seeing such a man be engrossed and eager to make you happy.
With a satisfied hum, Ahewann moved his hands away from your own, gently and carefully, leaving a memory of his touch on your skin. He held his gaze on you, as looked down to see something tied on your wrist.
It was a simple yet elegant braided bracelet, its tight interlocking strands bore the colors, white, blue, and pink, held by an intricate clasp of gold connecting both ends. The craftsmanship reflected a blend of tradition and personality, it was reminiscent of Ahewann’s braided hair, and especially the colors you’d associate him with.
Ahewann thought it bold to make it close to his image, but he wanted you to bring a part of him throughout your journey, something that would make you always remember he’s with you. He quietly stood there before you, studying your expression as you turned your attention to his craft.
“Oh! This is…” The sheer awe of what was made personally for you stole the words from your lips, your eyes leaving wonder in its place, “Did you make this?”
“Aye. I did, during what spare time I had.” He spoke proudly, before clearing his throat,
“In Radz–at–Han, it is a tradition to present one to your lo—… your companion. To beseech the gods to offer divine protection to one for whom you care deeply.”
“...Is that so?” You softly smile to yourself as you whispered, caressing the braids of the bracelet.
Both of you felt as though he were blessed by The Sisters this night, the victory of vanquishing the Telophoroi, safekeeping the Hannish from danger, it was all too overwhelming. But most of all, winning the heart of one you adored for so long, finally holding the hand that you thought would ever be beyond reach, makes the journey feel as though it was always meant to lead here.
You gaze at Ahewann, he curls his lips, his eyes twinkling with joy as he watches your reaction. An old man like him never thought his heart could be set aflame in his age. And yet, here you are standing before him, proof that it was never too late for him to feel such love. You, too, thought the world can seem so lonely, and the road of duty ahead so endless, and your own dreams so far away. And yet, here he was, Ahewann, standing before you.
“…Perhaps this would be a sufficient keepsake?” He asks, with a voice so mellow. “It looks…beautiful on you.”
“It's more than I could ask of you. I will always hold on to this. Thank you, Your Excellency.”
“When you're with me, cease the formalities, hm?” Ahewann nods earnestly, holding his gaze on you. “Before you, I am only Ahewann.”
“Alright, Ahewann. I will.”
“Now, come closer." He gestures to you, opening one arm, inviting you to his hold. “Let us bask in the moment our hearts willed us to.”
As you moved next to Ahewann, his strong arm drew you closer to his chest, the strength of his hold was softened by the warmth that radiated from him, enveloping you in quiet intimacy. You rested your head against his chest, as if finding refuge in the steady rise and fall of his breath. Ahewann chuckled quietly, as though he were utterly charmed by you, tenderly nuzzles a side of his horn on you, as he whispers sweetly,
“In you, this old man’s heart found its reason to beat, as if every moment before you was just a quiet waiting for your flame to awaken it.”