Rukkshevahna

being a traveler was no joke. you had to venture into multiple regions and chew on any information you could get from the archons—most of them couldn’t even give you a concrete answer as to where your twin sibling was, even though you knew that they were connected to your blood kin somehow. one of the archons was a drunk bard who couldn’t be taken seriously in a nutshell; another was a man who had his lips sealed due to a contract; then followed a woman who made puppets to rule her kingdom so she could isolate herself from the world; then there was a small flower girl that shrank and had amnesia; and then there was this archon who hosted jury trials in the opera house as a form of entertainment.

you’d think that most of them could at least help you gain intel since they’re considered as highly ranked entities that serve their people through systems, but ironically enough, the only person who was really able to help was the flower girl who changed lives.

no, literally, she changed lives. look at the wanderer, for example—she took him under her wing, and now he’s a changed man. well, not really, but at least he was friendlier.

you met a lot of people who have helped you along the way, but in order to make a living, you took up commissions and went on various adventures. it was a routine;  you enter a new region, you meet the archon, you help them solve their issues, and then they tell you to skidaddle and move on to the next region. 

you’ve been going at it for what seemed like years. you’re burned out, and your mind needs a break from the constant demands that people keep weighing on your shoulders.

paimon said it herself. you needed a break. you were so much of a people-pleaser and a workaholic that you didn’t even notice your own mental health declining.

“this can’t keep going on, traveler! paimon knows how badly you want to be reunited with your sibling, but paimon is worried that you might end up collapsing due to exhaustion!!” the emergency food says worriedly as she tugs on your sleeve. the pitch of her voice went up a bit higher, which indicated the intensity of her tone. she was really concerned about you.

“paimon, i can’t stop now. the sooner we move, the faster we can find them.” you say adamantly as you gently remove her hand from your sleeve before flattening it out so that it doesn’t wrinkle, “i’ll be fine.” you say in an attempt to reassure you with a solemn look on your face, but paimon responds by stomping her feet mid-air. “paimon can’t stand seeing you like this traveler!! please, just take a break!” 

you sigh at her stubbornness, which is ironic because you were being stubborn too.

“alright, i’ll take a break-” you got cut off mid-sentence as paimon squeals in excitement, “YOU WILL?? HOORAY! paimon thinks we should stop by at the tavern so we could reple-” “paimon.” “oh…ehe. sorry, continue...” she says sheepishly with an apologetic smile after realizing that she was getting ahead of herself once again.

“as i was saying, i’ll take a break, but only once we set foot in fontaine. two weeks should be enough.” you finally continued, to which paimon responded with bright, gleaming eyes. “really??? do you promise that?” paimon asks eagerly as she holds up her pinky, indicating that a pinky promise should be made to seal the deal. you couldn’t help but laugh at her childishness.

“pinky promise.” 

true to your word, you did plan to take a break once you arrived in the hydro archons’ kingdom. you were aware that your presence would cause an uproar among the masses since word has gone out that a blonde traveler fought with heaven and earth just to do justice to the people on land, and apparently, a publishing company called the steambird was the one that made that silly headline.

because of that, you were forced to keep a low profile for the time being to avoid everyone’s attention shifting onto you.

and that is why, as of now, you were wearing a hood that covered your distinct, blonde hair as you got boarded off at the romaritime harbor. the deep waterfalls that extended through the horizon made a lightly deafening sound as you could vividly hear the impact of the water crashing down onto the ocean repeatedly in a continuous cycle. 

ignoring that unbearable rhythm, you hummed to yourself in contentment as you looked around—there were dogs adorned with jewelry and articles of clothing, transportation vehicles that followed specific currents, and mechanical guards with human-like forms wandering around the harbor—it was a sight to behold. the rumors were true after all. fontaine is way ahead of its time.

“this seems like a curious place to reside in…” you mumble to yourself while looking around you as you walk up to what seems like an elevator, unbeknownst to the ash-blonde male who was about to collide with you.

“ouch!!” “gah-!”

you were quite a high-alert person, but you got so distracted with sight-seeing that you ended up bumping into the stranger before falling to the ground. 

“archons…” you winced in pain as the impact of the fall made its way to your bum. you were too focused on making sure that you fell unscathed to see the man in front of you. 

“oh heavens!! ma chérie, are you alright?” he spoke with a hint of concern. you still didn’t look up at him. judging by the way he talks alone, you could tell that he was a lively person who could achieve anything he set his mind to. his intonation was enough for you to decipher what kind of person he could possibly be. but alas, it appears that you were the only one who fell from the impact, though, which explains why he lowered himself as he offered to lend you a hand to stand up. 

“yes, i’m alright.” you say politely as you take his hand to stabilize yourself as you stand up. once your feet were finally placed back on the ground, your eyes met his mischievous violet orbs. “I apologize for bumping into you, mr. …” you trailed off, realizing that you don’t really know who this man is. he wore interesting clothes—that of a magician. you didn’t really want to assume what he does for a living though, so you chose to call him the first thing that came to mind. “mr… hat?” you say awkwardly as you bow lightly to avoid his eyes due to embarrassment, which earned a hearty chuckle from his delicate figure.

“mr. hat, you say?” he chuckles once again before continuing. “ah! where are my manners? allow me to introduce myself. my name is lyney, and i am a renowned magician here in fontaine.” he places one hand to his chest and the other behind his back as he bows down in almost a curtsey as a form of greeting.’ so he IS a magician…’ you thought to yourself. you were about to let your mind wander once more until he continued.

“It is a pleasure to meet you,” he paused for a moment and grabbed your hand gently before continuing,  “oh legendary traveler.” he locked eye contact with you as he kissed your hand lightly. as if the kiss wasn’t enough to fluster you, he even found out your true identity. you got taken aback by his direct nature, but you paid little-to-no mind to his formality. “how did you know???” you leaned into him and whispered as fear was written all over your face. you started to panic as you looked around to see if anyone had heard him.

‘is this man always this…brazen?’ you thought to yourself.

“well…” he trailed off smiling as his eyes shifted his focus onto something else. your gaze followed his, which made you realize that the hood that hid your face neatly from unwanted gazes had fallen to your shoulders.

so much for keeping a low profile.

you widen your eyes and internally curse yourself for being so careless. you’re so out of it today. paimon was right, you really needed to get some rest.

just as that realization crept onto you, you heard a snap! illicit from the magician’s fingers and before you knew it, your hood went back into place, hiding your golden locks as if he performed a magic trick.

you witnessed all kinds of bizarre phenomena; harnessing visions was one thing, but sincere gestures and instances like this felt surreal to you. it was as if the inner child in you slowly crawled their way out of hiding as you reminisced about the magic shows you watched as a child with your twin during previous expeditions.

the nostalgic but fleeting feeling left a bittersweet taste on your lips.

you looked at him in awe, to which he replied with a smirk. “what? cat got your tongue?” he teases you with an amusing look on his face. “very funny.” you dryly laughed at his pun as you tugged on the hem of your hoodie to attempt to hide your face even more.

lyney noticed your odd behavior and asked, “are you hiding from someone, by any chance?” you stared at him blankly for a couple of seconds before replying, “im not really hiding from someone per se, im just trying to avoid getting too much attention.” you then briefly explained what you were going through and that you wanted to rest for a while in this new environment before going back to your daily routine.

“i see. so you’re not a fugitive that’s on the loose right now, correct?” he jokingly says as he traces the brim of his top hat. your gaze unconsciously followed where his fingertips landed, which gave you the opportunity to appreciate the feline crest that was embroidered on his clothing with delicate detail. “hey, im just trying to take it easy.” you said in defense as you pouted lightly since you didn’t like what he just accused you of, finally tearing your eyes away from the mischievous magician who stood before you.

meanwhile, lyney over here finds you intriguingly adorable. it made him want to tease you more.

“im just making sure. you now stand on sacred grounds of justice under the hydro archon herself. it wouldn’t be a favorable place for you to be in had you done something illegal, no?” he smirks, violet orbs still staring straight through your soul as he slightly tips his head forward—almost like a playful form of provocation. 

“you must be mistaken, monsieur lyney. i wouldn’t do something as disgraceful as that, so rest assured.” you say in a matter-of-a-fact tone. it was a good thing katheryn taught you a few french words before you headed to the hydro archons’ region. It’s just like what she said: when in fontaine, do what the fontainians do. 

lyney’s eyebrows perked up in surprise as he heard you call him by a formal honorific in his native language. see, normally, this wouldn’t be a big deal because the word monsieur was commonly thrown around for formality and respect. but for some reason, hearing that eight-lettered word roll out from those lovely lips of yours made his heart do a summersault. the fact that you also said it in their thick accent made him all the more amused.

“but of course, i was only teasing you, mademoiselle!” He laughs it off which makes you sigh in relief. you broke eye contact with him as you shifted and ruffled your clothing for a bit as you felt the cold wind slip through the gaps of your cloak. it was getting cold, you should get going soon.

you were about to bid farewell to the fiery-spirited magician, but when you looked back up, he was no longer there. 

“huh…” in a confused state, you tiptoe yourself upwards to see if he had walked far, only for you to be startled by a voice behind you.

“looking for me?” lyney whispered cheekily in your ear. you yelled shortly after he did this out of surprise before hitting him lightly on the shoulder. “don’t do that next time, you scared me!! why are you even there anyways??” lyney only smiles as you look at him with widened eyes. “how’d you like my disappearing act?” he avoids your question. 

“i wouldn’t really call that a disappearing act. i bet you just took the opportunity to silently sneak behind me while i wasn’t looking.” you rebutted with a scoff. “oh but ma chérie, magic is all about the art of deception. it wasn’t a real magic trick, i admit, but the gesture was simple enough to have you on your tiptoes just to catch sight of me once more.” his words almost felt as if it had different meanings, but you shrugged it off. “in your dreams, magic man..” you tease him by sticking your tongue out childishly, finally going along with his flow. 

“haha. you really are an adorable little one, now aren’t you?” He says amusingly as he lifts up your chin with his index finger. “who are you calling litt-” he hushes your lips with the same finger before winking. “ah-ah-ah.” he says with a smug look in his eyes. 

honestly, you were about to throw hands at this man because he was being so touchy with you despite just meeting, but then you felt the sharp coldness melting on your skin as a comfortable warmth enveloped you. 

“how did you do that…” you look at lyney in a bewildered state as he only chuckled at your innocent reaction. “i only used my vision to balance your body temperature, ma chérie. im pretty sure you of all people know what visions are.” he says humbly as his touch breaks contact with your skin. you felt a burning sensation in the spots where he lingered, and you didn’t mean this literally.

“no but the control you have over your vision, it's… it’s amazing. thank you.” only then did you let out a heart-warming close-eyed smile that lyney ever-so loved as he witnessed the sight. the atmosphere was just right. night has fallen but the moon did not fail to illuminate your skin as it gave you a radiant glow; you were as clear as day. the animosity of the cold season lingered through all parts of the romaritime harbor—he could warm up the place easily if he wished to with his pyro vision—and yet your smile was enough to denoise the unseasonably cold weather. 

lyney determinedly thought to himself as he pondered with his thumb and index finger cupping his chin. that’s it. you have to be there. you just have to be. 

as if on cue, lyney snaps his fingers in realization once he musters up the courage to be bold. “traveler, you have something on your hair.” he points innocently at your hidden locks. you could’ve sworn that nothing was there before but you felt a light-weight object cling to the strands of your hair. you looked at him cautiously before slowly taking it out of your hair. 

you thought this was an insect or a prank of some sort, but to your surprise, it was a beautiful flower that had hues of yellows and blues mixed in with the soft petals of pink romantics. the night sky gave it justice as it lightly twinkled with the stars.

you really didn’t know what to expect from this man, he was unpredictable. “is this…” you trailed off, not knowing what to say. you were too busy adoring what the magician presented for you to realize just how much he was savoring the sight of you being absolutely starstruck by his favorite flower. “it’s a rainbow rose. i’m giving it to you as a token of our camaraderie tonight.” 

“that’s too kind of you.” you say shyly to which he responds by nodding his head. “nonsense. here, let me just…” lyney gently takes the rose away from you as he places it inside of the open pocket of your attire. “there. it looks beautiful on you.” the man says with sincerity as he takes a step back and basks under the sight of you; a delicate rose, with his delicate rose. 

you feel warmth creeping up to your cheeks and think that maybe it’s just lyney’s vision trying to balance your temperature, but in reality, you were actually just starting to get really flustered by the man who stood before you. 

“cut it out.” you giggled as you rolled your eyes playfully. he chuckled in response and took a bow before taking off his top hat and placing it to his chest while the other hand rested behind his back. “traveler, that rainbow rose is of significance to me as it symbolizes love and passion in its’ purest form.” he starts off, eyes glimmering with curiosity as he warmly gives you a smile. “with that being said, i would like to invite you to tomorrow night’s show. i will be performing at the opera epiclese. your presence would truly honor my night.” 

the tension in the atmosphere almost made you believe that he was asking you out on a date, except you had to throw away those scandalous thoughts because you knew that none of those delusions were true. there was no way this was a date, he was going to perform in front of a huge wave of people after all. he just asked you to attend if you could. it’s not like he has an alternative motive anyway.

upon pondering seriously about his invitation, you signaled him a light nod that you’ll be able to make it, and this made his face light up. you were here to unwind for a bit, so why not enjoy a magic show by an attractive- uh, you mean, by a renowned magician? and besides, you were curious to see what he can do on stage. by the looks of it, he seems to know what he’s doing most of the time.

“so you’ll come??” stars have formed on his irises as the pitch of his voice goes slightly higher due to excitement. you find yourself giggling at his eagerness, to which he realizes that he was losing face so he clears his throat before smiling shyly. “yeah, sure. i’ll be there.”  your confirmation made him see stars that night indeed. he knew it was the right decision to give you the rainbow rose before asking you to attend his show. 

“just make sure you don’t perform a lousy disappearing act again.” you jokingly said while nudging his arm, which made him hum in response as he repositioned his top hat back on his head. 

“i’ll do something greater than that, ma chérie. just wait and see.” he says ecstasticly. “if you say so, magic man.” you laughed at his response. you thought little of his statements here, but who knew they would bear so much meaning as you connected the dots in the future?

“anyhow, as much as i hate to leave, i sadly have to disentangle myself from you tonight as i still have some preparations to make for tomorrow’s show. i’ll see you there at 8 pm sharp, traveller.” he says as he kisses your hand. “haha.  see you too, lyney.” you say in response.

And with that, the magician disappeared into the severance of the night as you stood still, star-struck by what just transpired before you.

“lyney huh…” paimon appeared out of nowhere and teased with a smug look on her face. you only gave her a deadpanned stare in response. “no.”

“but traveler!! he said it himself! the rainbow rose symbolizes love and passion!! what if he’d fallen for you?” paimon whined as she ushered the idea of lyney possibly developing an interest in you. “he also said that he mastered the art of deception or something. maybe he did that for lip service. you know, like how magicians put on a false mask to put on a show.” you rebutted as you rolled your eyes. “It’s not like he’s interested in me.”

“but what if he is?”

“...”

“traveler?”

“...”

“...”

“...”

“...OH MY GOD WAIT IS IT THAT MAYBE YOU’RE THE ONE INTER-”

you laugh bitterly to yourself as you recall your first encounter with lyney. you remember it as clear as day—paimon teased you all night; from the walk to the elevator, to the ride on the aquabus, and to even your way towards hotel debora. she did not shut up at all. at first, she insisted that lyney had a crush on you, but after picking up on your reluctant responses to her questions in regards to the enigmatic ash-blonde, she ended up assuming that maybe it was you who got smitten by the young magician, not the other way around.

you denied every accusation she threw at you. you were just speechless, that was all. nothing more, nothing less. it was your first time ever to have been treated the way lyney treated you. you didn’t even know if you could call it flirting since he probably does this often.

but if he does it often, then that wouldn’t make you special.

no, this doesn’t bother you at all. he could give another girl a rainbow flower for all you care. 

“you are soooo in denial!~” paimon cooed. you had enough.

“JUST SHUT UP AND LET ME SLEEP FOR ARCHONS’ SAKE.” you yelled in annoyance as you stared at the pitch-black ceiling of the room you booked for the night. instead of feeling intimidated by your tone, paimon only giggled at your reaction.

you are not in denial. there’s no way the celestial gods would allow an outsider like you to fall in love with her children. you had set your priority straight; it’s to find your sibling and get them back—but then again, it’s been years. you’ve wandered endlessly on wide expansions of land, and have traversed multiple regions. you’ve helped people in their kingdom in hopes that your sibling would make themself known sooner or later, but only disappointment cascades over you as you gain little-to-no intel about where they could possibly be. 

you take a deep breath before letting out an exasperated sigh. 

‘get it together, snap out of it.’ you say to yourself as you try to rid traces of him from your mind. 

your mind then wanders to the night of the designated show. you arrived five minutes just before his performance started and to your pleasant surprise, the guard stated that your seat was to be found in the front row since you were one of the esteemed VIP guests, as requested by the great Lyney himself. you were touched by this gesture and thanked the guard for his hospitality. 

upon finding your seat, a series of spotlights have been angled to the center as the curtains slowly unveil a familiar silhouette who had a welcoming stance. he bowed to the audience as he introduced himself to the crowd. “welcome one, and all, to the opera epiclese! i am the star of today’s show, lyney!” he says with a proud stance as he enters the spotlight with open arms. “and over here is my sister, lynette, who will be working as my wonderful assistant. please, let’s give her a warm welcome!” lynette looked at the crowd with a blank but endearing stare. she bowed as her twin introduced her to the audience. they had strikingly similar features; had they swapped clothes, one could easily be fooled that one was the other. 

“now, some of you may be thinking: two vision holders who can freely manipulate elemental powers performing magic is not true magic at all.” he begins by catching the audience’s attention by using his pyro vision to mimic a fire-embued bow as lynette uses her anemo vision to mimic a bullseye. the arrow scorches through several wind currents before it hits the center of the target. the crowd clapped harmoniously in response. 

“so, i would like to take a moment to assure you that elemental powers will have nothing to do with what you will witness on the stage today.” he continues. as if on cue, one of their assistants came up to them to retrieve their visions. 

the lights grew dim as lynette was nowhere to be seen. 

“a magician’s greatest skill is making things disappear or appear; the possibilities are endless.” he starts as he takes off his top hat to bow courteously to the audience before throwing it up in mid-air and then catching it. he flipped over the hat to show everyone that there was nothing in it. he hums in contentment as he notices that all eyes are indeed, now on him. he now steps back and puts his hands off the hat. the people around you gasp in astonishment upon seeing the hat float by itself without any form of support to keep it still.

lyney lightly tapped it and sure enough, a few playing cards fell to the ground. there was a mixture of “ooh’s” and “ahh” in the crowd as he did this two more times. he chuckled to himself before pulling a new set of playing cards out of nowhere; making it disappear, then reappear, then disappear again. 

he then grabbed hold of his hat and attempted to put it back on his head, but for some reason, there was a stem firmly placed vertically inside the tophat. lyney acted clueless as to what was blocking his headway, only for him to pull out a rainbow rose.

you feel your breath hitch as he scans the trial room for a brief moment only for his gaze to be locked onto yours. a smile creeps onto his lips as he finally sees those captivating eyes of yours. 

with a snap of a finger, lyney shows the audience the rainbow rose he pulled out of his hat before making it vanish completely into thin air. the audience was too amazed to comprehend where the rose could possibly be until the spotlight shuns upon you as lyney gestured you to stand up which then revealed that the flower we thought, had disappeared—had reappeared tucked in between your hair as it rested on the outer lobe of your ear. 

the crowd squealed in excitement; others had already started spewing rumors about lyney conjuring up this show only so that he could express his adoration for you with that flower, but this could only be far from the truth. 

you could’ve sworn that this rose wasn’t there at all. you hadn’t picked any up on the way to the opera epiclese, nor have you brought with you the rainbow rose that he gave you last night.

how was he able to execute this? you wondered as your heart started beating. since you were flustered with all the attention garnering your way, you decided to sit down shyly. lyney was able to catch onto your body language which caused him to internally chuckle to himself due to the way you were acting.

you were so cute and shy, just for him.

“these little tricks? you’ve seen them all before.” he started as he segued to a different stance, “so it’s time for something truly extraordinary, don’t you think?” he asked the audience and everyone in the trial court seemed to be fully participating.

you were too, it’s just you’re too occupied with the unwavering beating of your chest.

the night went smoothly as he performed a truly extraordinary trick; he had prepared a water tank that was hoisted high up. the lynette who disappeared a little while ago was now inside the heavily locked water tank. the trick was basically to have lynette be able to break free from this near-death experience. the two of them succeeded with flying colors though, and this made the crowd go crazy for them. the only thing left in the tank was lynette’s clothes, but when she reappeared in front of the audience, she was dry, unscathed, and wore the same usual clothing, except with fewer wrinkles. they did a few more acts, and after the final trick, the curtains fell as the twins bid adieu, earning a standing ovation from everyone, including the hydro archon herself.

it was truly a sight to behold, and you enjoyed every bit of it. 

just as you were about to exit the premises, lynette came up to you and ushered you backstage as per lyney’s request yet again. you quietly obliged as she led you to the showman room where performers can touch up, get dressed, and get ready. 

why would lyney want to see you again? you pondered as you unconsciously twirled the loose strand of your hair as you were being led by lyney’s opposite.

“i’ve brought the traveler, lyney.” lynette said with a yawn as she opened the door, only to reveal a hopeful magician spinning on an office chair out of boredom. he stops almost immediately as lynette announces your not-so-grand entrance. “perfect! thank you, dear sister.” he grins as he jumps off of his seat to walk towards you. “now if you’ll excuse me, i’ll be taking a nap.” lynette said groggily before closing the door and leaving the two of you in the room.

“she’s leaving already?” you ask in a slightly dejected voice, feeling a bit disappointed that you weren’t able to befriend the interesting feline who looked exactly like her brother. 

“she’s been up all night diving with our younger brother, freminet. they were collecting some materials for the magic pockets that we distribute to people in the romaritime harbor.” he explained shyly as he adjusted one of his black gloves.

“i see…” you hum in approval as you look around the room. there was a black victorian coat rack next to the vanity mirror that had light bulbs bulging from the sides. the walls were painted with a light hue of white and brown; the contrasts gave depth to the ceiling which had a quite grandiose-looking chandelier. lyney could only watch as your eyes traveled the room with curiosity. 

“so, what did you call me here for?” you asked breaking the ice since he wasn’t stirring up a conversation as you thought he would. lyney gestured for you to sit on the couch to which you obliged, but you didn’t expect that he’d sit next to you despite having way more room on the other end. “i wanted to ask if you enjoyed the show tonight,” he says while fidgeting with his glove. it was rather odd to see someone as confident as him fidget in nervousness under your presence, but you didn’t think much of it. maybe he just got intimidated by you.

“of course i did, you two were amazing !! oh, and by the way, thank you so much for inviting me, let alone giving me a VIP seat. the show and the view was great.” you giggled as you recalled the chain of events that unravelled just a little while ago. the magician sighed in relief as he heard you excitedly talk about your favorite parts; he listened intently as you reinacted some of his tricks. you did poor attempts of course, but seeing how you really did love his performance warmed his heart. 

“do you like magic, traveler?” he asked while pouring you a cup of tea. “i do. my sibling and i used to stop over specific regions from different galaxies to witness all sorts of magic. well, that is until we got separated.” you mumbled out the last part as sadness lingered with your words. lyney handed you your cup and you bowed lightly as a way of saying thank you. “i’m sure you’ll find them soon, traveler.” lyney’s brows furrowed in sympathy as he looked at you with concern, his hand laying on top of yours to reassure your worries.

“i hope so.” you smiled sadly. “now, now, ma chérie. turn that frown upside down!” he says as he cups your cheeks with his gloved yet soft hands. “what do you think you’re doing.” you laughed as you looked at him in the eye. your cheeks formed a pinkish hue, and lyney was the first to notice it seeing as how he was teasing you like this. he chuckled as he leaned in close, “you’re too beautiful to be upset.” he whispered as he stared straight into your soul.

your eyes widened lightly in surprise upon hearing him compliment you. you’ve been called beautiful on several occasions, but why is it now when your heart decides to run laps? 

“i… i beg your pardon?” you stuttered as your voice lightly cracked from embarrassment. your cheeks grew a darker shade of red as lyney broke out a laugh as you weren’t able to deliver your words properly. “ma chérie, you’re just too cute.” he chuckled while holding back his tears. you tore yourself away from his grasp and pouted. “okay, now you’re just messing with me.” you huffed as you crossed your arms in discontentment. lyney teased you further by pinching your cheek, “oh come on, how could i not with these cute reactions of yours.” he cooed while mimicking your pouty face. 

you rolled your eyes and hit him playfully. “do you normally do this to people you meet on the outskirts of the harbor? is this a normal occurrence for you?” you asked absent-mindedly, not realizing what direction this conversation was headed. lyney blinked his eyes twice as if to process what you just said before smirking to himself. “no, i suppose this is a first for me.” he smiled cheekily as he leaned on the sofa, placing one of his elbows on the cushion as he rests his chin on his elbow, body completely facing you.

“and what about you? do you usually allow yourself to be reeled in by men you just met on the outskirts of the harbor as they make their advances towards you?” he asks continuously, which makes you arch your brow as he finishes his sentence. “no. this is a first for me too.” you say as you eye him cautiously. “wait so… does this mean that you’re flirting with me?” you tilted your head slightly to the side as you unconsciously leaned in. lyney noticed your body language, and he was amused as to where this was going. 

he, too, leaned in, but this time, to your ear. you feel his warm breath tickle your sensitive skin as he teases you, “i don’t know, am i?” you rolled your eyes at his childish retort before hitting him lightly on the arm. “lyney!” he only flashed you a sweet toothy grin as he inched a bit closer to you, but you scooted further back as he did so. 

“okay. fine, you got me ma chérie.” he chuckles as he put his hands up in the air in defeat. “let’s say that i am, in fact, flirting with you. what are you going to do about it?” he whispered close to you with a smug but suggestive look on his face. you begged to differ this time though, as you wanted to flip the table on him. with a smirk forming on the creases of your lip, you grabbed a hold of his cherry-colored bowtie as you lightly flatten the fabric. lyney’s breath hitches as you catch him by surprise. “you’ll have to do a better job than that if you want to find out, monsieur lyney.” 

let’s just say that things got heated and got slightly escalated ever since then. he became part of your daily routine. he always made sure to visit you in the afternoon whenever he was available. word had spread out that the renowned magician often spent his time with you more than with his own twin, lynette; to be fair, she didn’t mind at all. she preferred it this way. she thought it was refreshing to see her brother annoy someone other than her as she was worried that he would only depend on her company until archons knew when.

besides, she lowkey schemed with paimon to set you two up together anyway.

after your two-week break, lyney brought it upon himself to accompany you on your adventures. he would help you during your commissions and has been nothing but supportive throughout your journey. he even went as far as making you a top priority guest when you told him that you needed to speak with the hydro archon for any form of possible intel that you could gather. you heard that it was hard to request an audience to the furina, and you couldn’t thank lyney enough when he went the extra mile to get you closer to your goals. 

there wasn’t where the two of you wouldn’t be seen out on the streets of fontaine; you were inseparable. it’s not like the two of you were lovebirds who did PDA either, but from the locals’ perspective, all they see are two youthful souls—one is excessively trying to shower them with affection while the other is still in denial. you happened to be the latter. 

to be fair, the concept of love never really struck you. of all the years you’ve lived through since you were born, you only know of love from familial means or via forms of friendships. you never had the time for trivial matters. but for some unforeseen reason, this man, who gave you rainbow roses every day as a symbol of his affection for you, this man, who often extended his hand to you to hold on whenever you felt anxious, this man,  who jot down notes of what you like and dislike so that he’s reminded of how to please you, this man, who made sure to put your safety above his own even though he knows you could fully fend for yourself, this man, who didn’t even need to ask you what you’d order because he knew it at heart, was now ordering your go-to meal at café lucerne as you wait for him patiently under the shade. 

he expressed his adoration for you on several occasions, but you weren’t the type to assume things, so you merely brushed off some of his advances. a couple of months have passed since you first set foot on fontaine, and now you were having an afternoon snack session with ‘your partner in crime’.

you’d be lying if you said that you hadn’t fallen for the charming young man, but you were too scared to even explore that kind of field as you knew nothing compared to him. 

oh but was he gentle. he was patient with you even though he would get ahead of himself sometimes and overwhelm you with his overly affectionate personality. you knew you’d already fallen. you were just in denial. you thought that once you’ve explored fontaine enough, you would bid him farewell as you move on to the next region. part of you thought that maybe it was all just an act too; he did say that he mastered the art of deception—and yet, then again, who were you to even question his motives when he’s been nothing but sweet and supportive towards you?

that’s right. he would never do such a thing, would he? 

you glanced over at the male who was on his way to your table as he held the tray with your food, a smile plastered on his face. “i got you your favorite, my treat.” he smiled cheekily as he carried your order and placed it on your side of the table. “thank you,” you replied with a warm smile.

this man would never hurt me. you thought sincerely as you watched him cutely munch on his favorite snack-o-bites. “these turn out perfect no matter how many times they make this, i swear.” lyney groaned in delight as he ate his food. you couldn’t help but look at the young magician in front of you with loving eyes, as if you were put in a trance.

lyney, yet again, noticed how your eyes looked at him with so much warmth, with made him lightly blush. “take a picture, it lasts longer.” he teased to illicit a reaction out of you, but an idea erupted from your systems as if a light bulb had suddenly appeared out of no where. 

you rummaged through your belongings and sought out the kamera that you got from a wandering trader during previous expeditions. once you found it, you showed it to lyney and he almost spit out his food. “my..! a kamera!” he said in astonishment as he examined the mechanical object. “you’re right, taking a picture would last longer.” you say as you press a button, which automatically linked to the shutter. lyney was unprepared and he whined that you take another one, but you thought he looked cute in the candid photo that you took. 

he got his revenge by snatching the kamera away from you and taking candid photos of you too, except he didn’t show you the shots he took. he hid the pictures in his top hat and they disappeared to archon knows where. 

you spent more time with lyney that afternoon until the night was starting to fall. as usual, you expected to temporarily say goodbye to each other as you had other things to attend to during this hour, but lyney stopped you from your tracks by grabbing hold of your arm.

“wait.” he called out to you, which made you turn your head back to face him. “mhm?” you hummed as you looked at him with expecting eyes. lyney was fidgeting and he looked askance. it was almost as if he was itching to tell you something. “what is it, lyney?” you asked the ash blonde as you lay your hand on top of his, wondering what was going on in his mind right now as he avoided eye contact with you.

“lyney?” you called out to him for the umpteenth time, snapping him out of his trance, his attention now darted to you as he flashed you an apologetic smile. he hesitated for a bit to answer, until he finally responded, “it’s nothing, ma chérie. i apologize, i just stalled for a bit because i wanted to see your face one more time before you go.” he said in his usual ecstatic tone, but something about it put you off. was it the way he adjusted his glove? he usually does this whenever he’s nervous about something. you were about to ask him about it until you saw his twin walking towards you.

“lyney. let’s go.” lynette alerted the magician as she tapped him lighty on his back, which startled lyney. “lynette–! don’t startle me like that…” lyney sighed as he rubbed the back of his palm. lynette peaked over his shoulder and tipped her head forward to you as a form of greeting, “traveler.”

“lynette, good evening.” you smiled at the girl. lynette nods in acknowledgement before side-eying her twin sibling. he looks back at her and squints his eyes with a frown, earning a furrowed and confused look from lynette. lyney bit his lower lip due to impatience which made his sister sigh.

you had no idea what they were doing but you only guessed that they were telepathically communicating with one another. 

“are you two doing good?” you took a step forward and looked at the twins with worry. Lynette looked at you for a good two seconds before speaking up, “traveler, listen–” she was cut off immediately by lyney, who oh-so-dramatically looked at the clock before exclaiming “oh would you look at the time, we are running late lynette!! we must hurry!!!” he yelled in a panicked frenzy as he packed up his bags before running to who knows where. lynette could only play along with her sibling as she waved you goodbye. “apologies, traveler. we have urgent matters to attend to.” she bowed before turning her heel and running after her brother.

“...what was that about?” you mumbled to yourself, feeling a lump of uneasiness form internally. you could only watch the siblings run off into the distance; the farther they got, the harder it was to spot them as their figures turned into dots.

something about this felt wrong.

something about this felt really wrong.

although lyney had offered to lend you a helping hand on your adventures, you can’t help but notice how there would be times when he’d zone out. he would stare intently at an inanimate object, his eyes clouded with an unexplainable expression. whenever you try calling him out, he snaps out of it as if he wasn’t disassociating a few minutes ago. 

you loved spending time with him, but oftentimes you felt as if he was wearing a mask. he would never tell you what troubled him even though you, yourself have been vulnerable in front of him on several occasions. you’ve already talked so much about yourself only to realize that lyney hadn’t shared any of his past with you either. he only listened to your stories.

this realization made a wave of guilt wash over you—you didn’t want to seem like you didn’t care about him at all—so you tried asking about him too whenever you got the chance to. with no luck, you got nothing out of him. indeed, he answered your questions, but it was too vague. it’s like he was hiding something a whole lot more the more you pry into his life. 

you couldn’t fully understand the magician. he would always put up a high-spirited front with that exhilarating personality of his, and yet something about his unwavering happy-go-lucky personality grew wary of what the ash blonde was really thinking from time to time. 

unlike his sister, he was evasive when it came to personal questions. lynette was the blunt and honest type, but for some reason, lyney’s so-called ‘honesty’ felt as if it was laced with a heavy lot of sugarcoating. he hasn’t done anything wrong to upset you. in fact, he seemed like the perfect candidate for a love interest had you ever even thought about entering a relationship with him. and yet here you are, left alone in the pouring rain after lyney left you abruptly for unknown circumstances. 

lyney was accompanying you during a commission sent by navia, the spina di rosula president, and things were going well. all you had to do was find clues in regard to the innocence of callas, the late founder of the organization. just as you were about to head back to their headquarters to retrieve and report the data you’ve gathered, lyney abruptly excused himself and left the scene. 

you had no idea what came over the young man, but you only assumed that he had other urgent matters to attend to. he has already done more than enough to help you, after all. so who were you to stop him from leaving?

even still, ithe way he left was rather off-putting. during your way back, you noticed that he felt out of reach; he zoned out often and looked restless. you have no clue as to what triggered him into this state—you asked if he was doing alright, but he only smiled in response and gave you a false thumbs up so you could stop worrying about him. 

you couldn’t recall the first time he started acting distant despite being so close to you. but one thing you knew for sure was that he had a couple of failed attempts into telling you something only for him to change his mind and change the topic immediately. 

you and your deluded self thought that maybe he was trying to confess to you, but you weren’t dumb enough to know that this situation couldn’t be applied to the way he was acting toward you. lyney sure did act head over heels for you, and you admit, you were smitten by the young man who often performed magic shows in the opera epiclese, but you just couldn’t shake the feeling of uneasiness as you talk to him sometimes.

being with him is like painting on a blank canvas with a transparent medium. you see so much room for endless possibilities, and your imagination envisions all kinds of art forms that you could interpret onto the canvas. you stroke your brushes to create the perfect picture you’ve idealized but then, you come to a realization that none of the strokes you’ve made were rendered. you shrug the idea off, thinking that this isn’t a big deal, so you try again. the result remains the same. no matter how much you paint, nothing blooms out of the canvas, and yet it still stands proudly in all its glory. you try dipping your brush in vibrant colors, but no matter what you do, nothing slips through the seams of his never-ending depth of hollowness.

there were times when he’d be hot, but then he’d grow cold. he’d shower you with warmth one day only to leave you questioning what you’ve possibly done wrong the next as he acts indifferent. you were starting to get bothered by this, and you wanted to confront him if he continued this further because your mind was going all around the place.

is this what it’s like to fall in love? you were a traveler. an outsider, even. you had to embrace different cultures and embark on journeys with unfamiliar faces everywhere. you, too, were scared, but you had no choice but to plow through just so you could see your sibling again. never in a million years did you imagine yourself being so…caught up over a man.

without even noticing it, your mood depended on his. lyney was like a firework; he was so beautiful and yet so out of reach. no matter how much warmth he showers your way, no matter how much color he brings into your life, he will remain distant despite being so out in the open. the closer you try to get, the more you get burnt with the reality of his facade. 

everything about him bothered you; the way his lips curled into a smile, the way his eyes sparkled with passion every time he performed his magic shows, the way his laughter sounded like symphonies resonating in an orchestra, the way he treated you gently and cares greatly for his people, the way he made it known to the crowd that you were his rainbow rose, the way he touched you gently with his soft and meticulous hands as he dived into your soul with his hypnotizing eyes… 

fuck. 

you were no longer in denial. 

you adored lyney. you liked everything about lyney. you longed to see him again, you longed to be within his vicinity once more. only he was able to break your walls and make you spiral like this.

was this why your heart felt so restless every time you were separated from each other? the last time you felt this way was the day you washed up ashore in mondstat with your sibling nowhere in sight. ‘that explains a lot…’ you sigh to yourself as you feel your heart breathe in relief as you finally admit to yourself the feelings that you kept hidden for so long. 

you brushed aside the worries that crept onto you earlier. ‘there’s no need to be negative, maybe he’s not ready to say what’s on his mind yet’. that’s right. you shouldn’t rush him into opening up. being there for him is the least that you could do for him, so you figured to be more patient and supportive towards him. 

you could only hope that your sincerity would reach him.

a few days have passed since you last encountered lyney at café lucerne. your days at fontaine were coming to a halt soon as you needed to depart to your next destination; natlan. you’ve stayed in fontaine for almost a year, and you hadn’t noticed how quickly time was passing by. it was all thanks to that young magician who made your stay here worthwhile though. 

you’ve gained a sufficient amount of intel. luckily enough, the hydro archon was accommodating to your inquiries. the abyss seemed to have a strong chokehold on your sibling though, as deinsleif reappeared to venture with you in one of your adventures to unveil the secrets of the prophecy that lay within fontaine. 

the grind never stops—or so paimon says.

you were scheduled to leave a few days from now, as requested by katheryn. you were in love with lyney—to which you can finally admit to yourself proudly—but this wouldn’t stop you from finishing what you’ve started. you’ve rested long and well enough, as well as succumbed to your hidden desires. it was time to move to the next region.

you already told the twins about the date of your departure, and they wished for your safety. lyney still looked restless. he looked even more restless than the last time you’ve seen him to be honest. he asked lynette to leave the room for a bit so he could talk to you alone in the meantime.

he had a frown on his face but you only smiled meekly at him, reasoning that you’re a traveler for a reason and that you shouldn’t overstay. he knew this all along but asked for one condition. 

“can we meet up one more time before you go? just you and i, and maybe even lynette, with no one else intervening,” he asked with pleading eyes as he trailed his finger on your hands gently. you shivered from his touch. 

“of course, where would you like to rendezvous?” he chuckled at your terminology. “at the usual spot. 7 pm sharp.” you smiled before holding out your pinky promise, mimicking paimon’s actions the day before you departed for fontaine. “deal.” he smiled back and intertwined his pinky with yours. 

“i’ll give you a show that you’ll never forget even as you go on your adventures in far and distant lands. you won’t have a choice other than to think about me.” he determinedly states as he locks his violet hues with your crystalline orbs. you laugh at his sentiments, unbeknownst to the weight that his words hold.

“i swear to archons lyney, if you perform one more lousy disappearance act,” you teased as you let out a melodic laugh. lyney scoffed playfully before responding, “that wasn’t even considered as an act! i can do something way better than that.” you raise one of your brows, intrigued by his statement. “oh yeah? like what?” you mused, crossing your arms as your body unconsciously leaned forward toward him. 

lyney gives you an unreadable look before he quickly snaps out of his daze and shakes his head lightly. he faintly smiled before saying, “you’ll see.”

some time has passed, and it was already the night of your supposed meet-up. the day that followed would be the day when you bid adieu to fontaine. 

you pushed through the grand entrance of the opera eclipse; it was the usual spot. the very spot where you first felt your heart yearn for lyney, and the very place where you had your first kiss stolen.

you came alone as requested. paimon stayed behind at the hotel to catch some z’s before your long journey tomorrow. 

oddly enough though, a different guard asked for your identity for security. he wore the standard protocol uniform, but it was an unfamiliar face—barely recognizable. he wore a black-feathered mask that covered the tip of his nose, almost like the kinds you’d see at masquerade balls. lyney did mention that this night would be different from his previous shows.

“you must be the traveler, come in. your seat is on the front row, right in the dead center.” he said in a low but welcoming voice. you tipped your head as a way of showing your thanks as he led you to your seat. the lights were dimmer than what you were accustomed to. what caught your attention more though was the fact that everyone in the theatre wore the same mask as the security guard. there were only a few people including you, but they were scattered throughout the area. they all had their attention focused on the stage.

weird. maybe this was part of the show.you start growing anxious as to what kind of show that sly magician would perform today. the last time he asked you to come here alone led to a steamy makeout session in the middle of the stage with the spotlight centered on the two of you. just the two of you, with your lips on his. you had no idea how he was able to keep people from entering, but he reasoned that he needed to occupy the area on his own to make safety measures for his “equipment”, but all he did was savor you and your sweetness.

you shake your head lightly at the memory, your cheeks turn a bright red. 

your heart starts pounding with every second that passed. the show still hadn’t started yet as the curtains blocked the view of the main stage, but you really couldn’t help but wonder what lyney had prepared for you today. 

was he finally going to confess? maybe even ask you to be his? could it be that he orchestrated this show only as an excuse to take you by the hand and court you properly before you depart for tomorrow?

your lips unconsciously curl into a smile as you daydream about the what-ifs in your head. it was cut off shortly though by a familiar voice you heard from the loudspeaker as it reverberated in the room.

“once upon a time, there was once a blonde traveler who traversed through teyvat for what seemed like decades in hopes to find their long lost sibling.” lyney began with a story-telling tone laced with his voice. your ears immediately perk up at his narration. a bright light shone upon the stage which revealed shadow puppets of you and paimon’s figure wandering around the globe to match his lines. you marveled at the sight.

“but after region hopping for so long, the blonde traveler decides to rest in the land of justice where they meet a peculiar magician who accidentally bumped into them by the harbor.” the shadow puppets reinacted your first encounter with each other, which made you giggle in response. 

is this how he’s going to confess to me? you wondered amusingly, feeling touched by his efforts as you listened further to his dialogue.

“the magician noticed the traveler trying to hide their identity, and he used this to his advantage to tease them. the traveler, now shocked, asked him in a state of panic how he found out. he laughed in response and pointed out that their hood slipped off, and that he could easily recognize them, even from afar.” the shadow puppets played the same exact scenario and waited for the next signal.

“he then invited them to watch his show at the opera theatre. little did the blonde traveler know what they had in store for them.” you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion with the last sentence, curious as to where this was going.

“he fell for their wits, and was charmed by their unwavering bravery. even as they brushed his advances off, he never stopped doting on them.” he was practically confessing at this point, and you felt your cheeks grow warm.

“the magician performed all sorts of tricks; making things appear and disappear was an easy task for him as he excelled in this expertise,” as if on cue, the curtain slowly unveils lyney’s figure with a microphone in hand. he took a deep breath as he locks eye contact with you before continuing, “but the only thing that he cant get to disappear is the thought of you.” 

your eyes widened as you behold the sight in front of you. lyney wasn’t wearing his usual attire, he was wearing a black tuxedo suit. his red bowtie was still evident, but his noticeable top hat and cape were nowhere in sight. he was breathtaking. 

“he fell in love with the traveler for each day that passed by, and he could tell that the traveler was starting to develop feelings for him too.” he extended his arms and got a pair of scissors, his swift hands gracefully cutting over the edges of the folded paper which then revealed the two of their silhouettes dancing with your arms around him. 

you recall when that event happened. it was during that one time you visited the siblings in their home but only lyney was home despite lynette calling you over for dinner. you figured that they must’ve schemed this because lyney didn’t question nor look for them as you arrived, you only spent the night dancing to some tunes and learning more about each other.

“everything was going all according to plan,” he paused for a bit as he took out the same exact mask that everyone was wearing from his pocket. “until he got sick of playing pretend.” his intonation changed from an exhilarating tone to a monotonous underglow. it was heavy and merciful. “true to his word, he did perform something even greater than a lousy disappearance act.” he scoffed before continuing, “in fact, it was all premeditated. all the traveler had to do was wait and see, just as he said.”

“just make sure you don’t perform a lousy disappearing act again.” you jokingly said while nudging his arm, which made him hum in response, his eyes glowered as he repositioned his top hat back on his head. 

“i’ll do something greater than that, ma chérie. just wait and see.” 

your smile fell as you recalled his words. from the looks of it, the atmosphere had a thick tension that made you uneasy. his words contradicted the way he behaved around you previously. for some reason, you didn’t feel safe here. your gut was telling you to leave, that something bad was about to happen if you’d stayed and listened longer, but your feet remained in place as you watched the performer in front of you, still at a loss for words as the weight of the air suffocated you.

“i can see that look on your face. you’re confused—terrified, even.” he trails off as he takes a glance at your disheveled state before chuckling darkly. “so let me clarify everything before the actual play begins.” he flashes you a close-eyed smile before placing one hand to his chest and the other is extended as he bows down to you in a curtsey.

“lyney…” you called out to him, barely above a whisper. you tried to get up from your seat to reach out to him, but you were abruptly stopped by the impact of your wrists being bound to the arms of the chair. “lyney, this isn’t funny. cut it out.” you say as you break out an awkward laugh, trying to break free from the cuffs that binded you from your freedom. 

you heard minor scuffles around you which made you turn your head to see where it was coming from. the sight made you widen your eyes; the few people in the opera house was now lined up in two columns by the main door. “lyney, you’re scaring me. what’s going on??” you asked the ash blonde. he doesn’t even bother to spare you a look as he remains still in his curtsey pose.

“lyney!!” you yelled out. this must be a silly prank, right? there’s no reason for him to scare you like this…right??? right. this was just part of the show. none of this is real. none of this is real. none of this is real. none of this is re-

“ma chérie.” lyney spoke with authority in his voice before finally shifting his gaze towards you. his eyes were slit that of a feline as he hushed you with his presence. he sighed as he finally stood upright, fixing the collar of his suit in the process as he spoke, “i was tasked by father to approach you. he told me to get close to you by using any means necessary and find out your weaknesses. do not get me wrong, i enjoyed our adventures. I enjoyed having you keep me company as well.” 

“but what i haven’t told you the first time we met was that i, too, have hid my true identity from you. allow me to introduce myself again. i, lyney from the house of the hearth, humbly greets you.”

your eyes looked at him in horror as the image you carefully crafted of him your head shattered. your heart ached at the deception he conjured for you. “you’re a fatui…?” your voice croaked in disbelief as you desperately searched his eyes for the truth. your mind wavered as you clung onto your delusions, hoping deep down inside that this was all just a skit, but his silence spoke volumes.

“so everything was a lie…?” tears brimmed from your eyes as you looked at the man whom you loved with so much heartbreak. he bit his lip in contempt as he saw you in that state. lynette then emerged from the shadows and gave her twin sibling a pat on his back before he faced away from you. he couldn’t see you cry, it would weaken his resolve.

“not everything, traveler.” lynette spoke on behalf of her sibling. she, too, wasn’t wearing her usual attire. she had her hair down and her ribbon was placed neatly on one side of her head. she was wearing a beautiful black dress that reached just below her knee and she was also wearing the same exact mask that lyney was wearing.

“this idiotic brother of mine took the words by any means necessary quite too literally. he was not supposed to be intimate towards you. father graciously forbid him from overstepping his boundaries.” lynette deadpanned as she glanced at her brother. he was trying so hard to keep up a front; he was slightly trembling, but only lynette can tell. “he fell for you gradually even though he was the one who initiated everything. believe me when i say that all of his efforts for you were sincere.” lynette says firmly as she places her right hand in her chest. it was a mannerism that she often did whenever she was being honest, but you could only scoff at her words.

“that doesn’t change the fact that you two deceived me!!” you yelled in protest as you struggled to break free from the binds that kept you tied down the chair. “had i known you were part of the fatui, i would’ve never allowed myself to have my life here in fontaine revolve around you two!” you yelled angrily as tears rolled down your cheeks,  “had i known you were part o the fatui, i would’ve never allowed myself to be held by you…!” you continued. your words shot daggers into lyney’s heart as it ached as much as yours did. 

“ma chérie, i apologize for making you second-guess about everything. i had no choice but to do this. father was getting impatient, and this is my only way of repaying him back after everything he’s done for lynette and i.” he admitted, finally facing you. as if his deception didn’t hurt enough, his cold gaze towards you seemed to hurt more ten times fold. 

“If that was the case, then why did you have to make me fall for you…?” your voice weakened as tears profusely streamed down your cheeks. lynette was taken aback by your emotional demeanor. she was an observant but quiet person, so she knew just as much as her brother knew that you weren’t the type to pour your emotions out like this. she felt a pang of guilt through her chest as she side-eyed her twin sibling. he was holding back his tears as well, but he didn’t falter.

“if keeping an eye on me to find out my weaknesses was all that you were tasked to do, why did you have to make me like you so much that it hurt???” you exclaimed as you sniffled. this really wasn’t your look. you hated how you were pouring your heart out to the twins who had ulterior motives towards you all along, but you couldn’t help it. you were hurt, you felt betrayed, and more importantly, you felt conflicted with yourself. you were spiraling internally as flashbacks of him and you played like a broken record. 

you looked at lyney for a brief moment, still hoping he’d take back everything he said just now. you still clinged on so tightly to what you thought he was rather than focusing on who he really was right now as he stood before you. 

lyney let out a sigh as he bowed down, “i have no excuses. I apologize, ma chérie.”  you scoff as you feel yourself getting irritated by his response. “don’t call me by that endearment anymore.” you whimpered as you lay your head on the headrest, feeling defeated. 

that’s it?... you’re not going to say anything else?! you let out a breath of disbelief. your eyes filled with tears, your body carrying the weight of the sorrows of your heartbreak. 

this hurts. oh lord barbatos, please, i can’t do this anymore. how can the blissful feelings of love do a 180 and pierce you with no remorse after you’ve committed to the feeling? please rid me of this unwanted emotion, it hurts. why did it have to end up like this? have i softened too much to have my guard lowered down to this extent? why must i bear the consequences of heartbreak when i’ve been the one who’s peace has been threatened…?

you were speechless. you hated this. you can’t believe that you allowed yourself to be caught by the fatui all because you lowered your guard down and fell in love. this was absurd. you can’t even find the energy to fight off these restraints that held you down because your energy has depleted. it's as if he sucked out the life force remaining in you out of you.

upon seeing your quiet state, lyney called out to you with a worried tone as he took a step and reached out to you as he spoke, “ma chérie, i-” “i hate you. don’t you dare call me by that stupid endearment ever again.” you bitterly spoke, avoiding to look him in the eyes. “i apologize, i was supposed to tell you everything soon but-” “so that explains why you kept zoning out before…” you say in deep thought, feeling a wave of emotions flow into your system.

“yes, please believe me, i wanted to come clean, but i feared you would avoid me if i did and i got scared. i-” “you had so many chances to tell me. had you told me sooner, i would’ve understood you better. but no, you just had to put on a fake play for me to witness.” 

“i’ll give you a show that you’ll never forget even as you go on your adventures in far and distant lands. you won’t have a choice other than to think about me.” he determinedly states as he locks his violet hues with your crystalline orbs. 

“so this is what you meant by giving me a show i’ll never forget, huh?” you laugh dryly with venom trailing behind your words. 

“traveler…” lyney reaches out to you once again to try and reconcile but he stops midway as he sensed a threat coming towards their way. 

“GUARDS!! SEIZE THOSE PREPOSTOROUS TWINS IMMEDIATELY!” the hydro archon barges in and yells with an army of policemen. they quickly cuff the false crowd as they enter. you sigh in relief upon seeing paimon flying beside furina as she searches for you in the room. “over there furina, the traveler is seated in front!!” paimon exclaims as she points to you, they immediately rush over to where you are. 

you look back on stage to give one more glance at the twins but just as how they were clever magicians, they were gone before you knew it. 

paimon and furina quickly rush over to you. “traveler!! are you alright?” paimon worriedly says as she hugs you. you meekly shake your head as tears are still spewing from your eyes. Furina looks over your broken-down state and notices the shackles that bind you. “let me help you with that.” furina says as she uses her vision to break you free. “th..ank you” you whisper softly, chest heaving from the hurt.

“you poor thing… we’re sorry we hadn’t come sooner.” furina embraces you into a hug and pats your back before continuing, “those phonies ran away before we could catch them!! this is so infuriating!!” paimon stomped her feet in the air as she brushed the loose strands of your hair. 

“how did you two know i was in danger…?” you sniffed as you touched the light bruise marks on your wrists. “freminet told us everything. he’s now being held under my protection from the fatui.” furina says as she lifts you up from your chair. “so even he knew about this…?” you say in disbelief, heart weighing even more burden than it already did.

“it’s a good thing they didn’t take you away yet. their ‘father’ or rather, a high-ranked harbinger was supposed to walk down that door to take you to archon knows where but lyney hadn’t given her the signal yet. she’s still here somewhere, we just don’t know where.” furina explained. “what?” you furrowed your brows in confusion. 

he had so many opportunities to send that go signal, and yet why didn’t he? you were lost in thought as you thought of possible reasons as to why he didn’t call his “father” as soon as he got you distracted. but as your mind was going around in laps, a voice erupted.

“pardon me, i think this is for you.” one of the guards excused himself as he stood by furina and handed you an envelope. you opened it and saw the card had the silhouette of you and lyney dancing together on the main cover—it was the same one he cut out earlier on stage, except there was a queen of hearts logo on the opposite sides. you felt your heart ache as you flipped the other side to see his small writing. 

“to my dear chérie, i’ve wronged you in many ways and left you with so many questions. indeed, our encounter was not fate but was strings pulled together to make whatever we had happen. i am no innocent man, but i’ve never shed blood other than mine. would you forgive this poor soul of mine for deceiving you? a magician i am, but at the end of the day, im just lyney; the same lyney who hand-picked rainbow roses just because it reminded him of you.

i grew tired of playing pretend. i fessed up to father how i could no longer carry out the mission as i knew i would only hurt you deeply—it hurts me too that i have to do this to you. father wasn’t pleased with this. he demanded that i cut off ties with you immediately after seeing my weakness becoming your entirety. believe me, i’ve always wanted to tell you the truth, but how could i after seeing that bright smile of yours? how could i shatter the excitement in your eyes as you looked at me oh so lovingly? you were too good for this world, and i wouldn’t want to be the cause of your tears; even now as i write this, my heart aches at just the thought of you trembling once you find out that i’ve conned you into winning your heart.

i understand that you no longer wish to see me again after i’ve wore countless of masks to hide my true intentions to you for every minute we spent together, but just know this, mon amour. 

te rencontrer a été le meilleur miracle qui soit jamais arrivé dans ma vie. j'avais l'habitude de regarder les roses arc-en-ciel de loin, admirant la beauté de tout cela, jusqu'à ce que tu descendes du ciel et apportes de la couleur à ma toile vierge. les roses arc-en-ciel ne pouvaient plus se comparer à votre beauté irisée. même le soleil devient jaloux de votre rayonnement. je t'aime et je t'aimerai toujours.

let your tears no longer cascade on that delicate skin of yours. when our paths cross once more and if destiny allows me to, i’ll tell you everything you’ve always wanted to know. at the usual spot, from years on end.

until we meet again, ma chérie.”

lyney was truly a magician at best; he disappeared into the seams of the night and left no traces of him behind as you grieve for his absence and sins. you often joked around at how he shouldn’t do a lousy disappearance trick the next time that he performs in the opera epiclese, but it seems as though he took those words to his grave as he proved that he can commit to greater feats. 

Ying'er had proven to be a patient and knowledgeable teacher, and under her guidance, you had not only mastered the art of perfumery but had also ventured into the realm of skincare products. The fusion of scents and skincare had been an ingenious concept, and slowly but surely, it had gained popularity in Liyue. Over the past year, your business had started expanding its reach beyond the borders of Liyue, reaching out to other nations within Teyvat.

The workshop itself was a testament to your dedication. Shelves lined with beautifully crafted bottles of perfumes and skincare products gleamed under the soft glow of lanterns. Aromatic herbs and flowers adorned various corners of the room, infusing the air with their natural fragrances. The scent of bergamot, intertwined with the warm embrace of sandalwood, enveloped the space, creating an ambiance of tranquility and creativity.

With Rong Hao finishing the packaging, you offered him a grateful smile. "Thank you, Rong Hao. Your efficiency is truly an asset.”

Just as he was about to depart, you paused him with a thought. "Wait, Rong Hao. Since tomorrow is Lantern Rite Festival, why don't you take the rest of the day off for today? Enjoy the festivities and the lanterns."

Rong Hao's eyes lit up with surprise and gratitude. "Thank you so much, (y/n). I truly appreciate it."

Just as he was about to leave, a cheerful jingle of bells heralded the entrance of two familiar figures. Ying'er and her boyfriend Timaeus entered hand-in-hand, their laughter carrying a contagious joy. Ying'er had a handful of envelopes, and she approached you with an eager grin. "Hey, (y/n)! Look what I've got!"

You returned her smile, curious. As she handed you a few envelopes, your fingers brushed against the paper, feeling the delicate texture beneath your touch. One envelope, however, stood out – intricate and adorned with a shimmering golden seal. Ying'er placed it in your hand, excitement gleaming in her eyes. "This one is special. It was given to me by one of Lady Ningguang’s assistants. They asked me to pass it to you."

You studied the envelope with a mix of curiosity and intrigue. Its ornate design held an air of importance, and you carefully opened it, savoring the moment. The paper felt delicate between your fingers as you unfolded the contents. The elegant script inside held a message that caught your attention, capturing the essence of its sender.

It was an invitation from Lady Ningguang’s, the illustrious Tianquan of the Liyue Qixing. She had invited you and a plus one to the Culture Extravaganza that was to take place at the prestigious Yuehai Pavilion, just before the release of lanterns. The invitation carried an air of sophistication and honor, and your heart quickened at the recognition.

As you shared the news with Ying'er, her eyes sparkled with delight. "Oh, (y/n), this is incredible! To be recognized by Lady Ningguang’s herself is a tremendous honor!"

A thought crossed your mind, and you turned to Ying'er with a warm smile. "Would you like to join me? It would be wonderful to have you by my side."

Ying'er's eyes softened with gratitude, and she shook her head gently. "Thank you, (y/n), but Timaeus and I have plans for tomorrow. He arranged for a date on a boat so we can enjoy the lanterns together."

Timaeus rubbed the back of his neck with a sheepish grin. "Yeah, I thought it would be a great opportunity for us to experience the festival from the water."

You couldn't help but chuckle at their sweet interaction. "Well, in that case, I hope you both have an amazing time."

You couldn't help but feel a pang of loneliness as you watched Ying'er and Timaeus exchange affectionate glances and laughter. Their presence radiated a warmth that you found bittersweet. As they stood hand-in-hand, sharing a tender moment, a small smile played on your lips, even as a twinge of yearning tugged at your heart. Ying'er and Timaeus were a picture of happiness, their camaraderie evident in their gestures. With a playful grin, Timaeus extended his hand towards Ying'er, and in response, she handed him one of the envelopes, her eyes sparkling with delight. As he playfully pretended to examine the contents of the envelope with exaggerated curiosity, you couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle. They were undeniably cute together, their companionship evident in the shared laughter that filled the air.

Your fingers found solace in fidgeting with the ring on your ring finger, a piece of advice that Ying'er had shared with you. It was meant to ward off unsolicited advances, especially during the Lantern Rite Festival when tourists often targeted local women. While the festival brought joy and unity, it also attracted those looking for romantic connections, something you hadn't quite found in the past three years. As your fingers traced the smooth metal of the ring, your thoughts turned to the past three years. Establishing your life in Liyue had been your main focus, and it left you with little time to delve into romantic pursuits. The memories of your time with Lyney lingered in your heart, his absence leaving an indelible mark on your emotions. Every attempt at building connections with potential partners seemed to fall short, as if a silent comparison with the memory of Lyney loomed over each interaction.

You longed for companionship, for someone to share moments like this with – moments that were filled with laughter and affection. A wistful sigh escaped your lips as you watched Ying'er and Timaeus, your heart yearning for a connection as genuine as theirs. The festival atmosphere seemed to heighten your sense of longing, emphasizing the solitude that occasionally crept into the corners of your heart.

In the past three years, you had encountered Lumine and Paimon once again. Like clockwork, they would join the Lantern Rite festivities in Liyue each year. The small world you lived in became even smaller as you discovered their acquaintance with Timaeus and Ying'er. Despite your longing, you held no animosity towards Lumine; in fact, you had confided in her about your decision to relocate to Liyue, begging her to keep your secret from Lyney. Lumine's understanding nature had led her to respect your wishes, and she refrained from bringing up any stories related to the Fontaine siblings.

You held the elegant envelope from Lady Ningguang in your hand, your fingers tracing over the intricate writing that adorned its surface. The delicate texture of the paper beneath your touch carried an air of importance, and you marveled at the craftsmanship that had gone into creating such a stunning piece. The shimmering golden seal caught the light, its brilliance reflecting the honor that came with the invitation. Ying'er's stories about the event rushed to the forefront of your mind. She had attended one of these events in the past, back when they were held in the Jade Chamber. Her raving reviews had painted a vivid picture of elegance, sophistication, and cultural appreciation. Now, you found yourself on the brink of experiencing this grand occasion firsthand, and excitement bubbled within you.

With the day's tasks still ahead of you, you busied yourself by tending to accounts, interacting with customers who frequented your workshop. As you skillfully managed the balance between overseeing the store and addressing customer inquiries, you ushered Ying'er and Timaeus out of the shop, encouraging them to make the most of their time together. Their laughter and happiness were infectious, and you found a smile tugging at your lips as you watched them leave. Amid the hum of activity, you also attended to the packing of orders that were destined for various corners of Teyvat. It was a testament to the success you had achieved in these three years, the fruits of your dedication to your craft and the support of your loyal customers.

The day of the festival arrived, and with it came a sense of anticipation that hung in the air like a gentle breeze. The doors of your workshop remained closed in honor of the occasion, allowing you to fully immerse yourself in the bustling atmosphere of Liyue Harbor. The festive spirit was palpable, the entire area transformed into a vibrant tapestry of colors, sounds, and scents. You ventured out into the heart of the harbor; your senses overwhelmed by the delightful chaos that surrounded you. The tantalizing aroma of street food wafted through the air, tempting your taste buds and drawing you towards the bustling food stalls. The sizzle of skewers and the rhythmic clatter of pots and pans provided a lively rhythm to the festivities. Street performers of all kinds captivated the crowd – acrobats defying gravity, musicians coaxing melodies from their instruments, and dancers weaving tales with their graceful movements. Laughter and applause echoed through the streets, creating an atmosphere of shared joy and celebration.

As the sun began its descent, casting a warm and golden hue over the harbor, a sense of excitement coursed through your veins. The anticipation of the Culture Extravaganza at Yuehai Pavilion filled the air like a tangible energy, drawing you closer to the heart of the event. Holding the elegant envelope that held your invitation, you made your way through the bustling crowd, guided by the soft glow of lanterns that lined the path. Upon arriving at the entrance of the event location, you presented your invitation to the vigilant Millelith guards stationed there. Their respectful nod and warm smiles indicated that your presence had been acknowledged. One of the guards graciously guided you towards your designated seat, weaving through the sea of elegantly dressed guests. The atmosphere was charged with a sense of anticipation, a collective eagerness to partake in an evening of culture and unity.

Taking your seat, you found yourself beside none other than Hu Tao, the 77th Director of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, and her knowledgeable employee and consultant, Zhongli. With polite smiles, you exchanged greetings with them, appreciating the opportunity to share this occasion with individuals of such distinct expertise and charisma. As the seats around you gradually filled, the air seemed to buzz with conversations and whispers, each guest bringing their own unique perspective and excitement to the event.

As the event commenced, a hush fell over the audience, the collective attention fixated on the stage before them. The first performance, a mesmerizing Liyue opera piece by Yun Jin, began to unfold. The delicate strains of traditional instruments blended with Yun Jin's powerful voice, weaving a narrative that resonated with the very essence of Liyue. The audience was enraptured, their breaths held as the melodic storytelling wove a tapestry of emotions and cultural significance. The atmosphere within the pavilion was electrified with emotion. The audience reactions were a symphony in themselves – gasps of awe, whispered commentary, and nods of appreciation rippled through the crowd. As Yun Jin's final note hung in the air, the entire pavilion erupted into a thunderous applause, a standing ovation that served as a testament to the impact of her performance. The air seemed to vibrate with appreciation, the collective emotion of the audience mirroring the beauty of the opera piece.

The momentum continued as the event flowed seamlessly into the next performance – a captivating dance from Inazuma. The dancers moved with a grace that seemed almost ethereal, their movements telling a story of their homeland, its traditions, and its unique cultural tapestry. As the dance unfolded, the atmosphere shifted once again, embracing the elegance and intricacy of Inazuma’ s culture. The audience's reactions were as diverse as the performances themselves. Whispers of awe and admiration floated through the air, mingling with the soft rustle of fine fabrics and the occasional murmur of agreement. The collective energy of the audience remained palpable, connecting every guest in a shared experience of appreciation and wonder.

The echoes of the applause for the Inazuman dancers had just faded when a familiar voice, rich and melodious, echoed through the venue, commanding the attention of every guest present. "Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed guests," the voice declared, its tone carrying a blend of confidence and charisma, "the performances you've witnessed thus far have been a feast for your eyes and ears. But what you are about to experience will immerse all your senses in a world of wonder and enchantment." The words hung in the air, teasing the audience's curiosity and anticipation.

Your heart skipped a beat as you recognized the voice, the sound of it igniting a rush of emotions within you. As the spotlight illuminated the center of the stage, your gaze was drawn inexorably toward it, and there he stood – Lyney. His presence was magnetic, and the years that had passed had only refined his charm. His wide smile seemed to embrace the entire audience, his gaze warm and inviting. He bowed gracefully, acknowledging the applause that greeted his introduction. "I am Lyney," he began, his voice carrying the confidence of someone accustomed to captivating audiences, "and I am a magician from Fontaine." The words were spoken with a measured cadence, each syllable resounding with a sense of familiarity and novelty all at once. It was him – the man whose memory had lingered in your heart, the one whose absence had left an indelible mark on your emotions.

Amid the mix of emotions that surged within you, a soft exclamation of "Oooh, a magic show!" came from none other than Hu Tao, her excitement evident in her tone. Her words seemed to break through the trance that had settled over you, reminding you that you were present in this moment.

Your heart raced as you remained frozen in your seat, your gaze fixed on Lyney as he commanded the stage with his presence. The audience around you were abuzz with anticipation, the collective energy almost tangible. A mixture of nostalgia and longing stirred within you, memories and emotions intertwining with the present.

Lyney's show began with a touch of classic magic – a dove pulled from a hat, its wings unfurling as it soared into the air, symbolizing the very essence of magic itself – the art of making the ordinary extraordinary. His voice, a symphony of confidence and charm, resonated through the pavilion as he introduced the trick. "Ladies and gentlemen," he proclaimed, "while this may be a trick you've seen before, remember that at its core, magic is about making things appear and disappear at will."

The audience watched in awe as Lyney continued to perform various tricks, each one more enchanting than the last. Coins vanished and reappeared, silk scarves transformed into liquids, and playing cards defied gravity as they danced through the air. His lines were delivered with a magnetic flair, drawing the audience into his world of illusion. "Now, my friends, watch closely. Believe in the impossible, for in that belief, magic truly comes to life."

Laughter and gasps of amazement filled the air as Lyney engaged the audience, involving them in his tricks. He exchanged playful banter with volunteers, leaving them astounded by his skill and wit. Amid the magic, you found yourself caught between the desire to be drawn into the spectacle and the instinct to remain inconspicuous. You held your breath, your heart pounding, as Lyney's performance continued to unfold. "Imagine," he mused, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, "that reality itself is a stage, and we are all players in a grand performance." The sense of wonder in his words resonated with everyone present, drawing them deeper into his performance. He involved the audience in various tricks, seamlessly integrating their reactions into his narrative.

In one instance, he produced a silk scarf, drawing it through his fist only for it to emerge as a string of colorful flags. "Life is like a tapestry," he said, his voice both poetic and whimsical, "woven with threads of experiences and moments." He glanced at a young child in the front row, involving them in the act, eliciting laughter and applause.

"Flowers," Lyney began, "have been an integral part of magic shows for centuries. They embody the beauty and transience of life." He produced a Windwheel Aster seemingly out of thin air, handing it to a guest from Mondstadt. "A symbol of elegance and grace," he said with a smile, the lily blooming like a promise in the guest's hand.

He continued his floral theme, drawing a Glaze Lily from nowhere, presenting it to Yun Jin, who had been seated among the audience after her breathtaking performance. "A tribute to the harmony of cultures," he remarked, the lily a token of appreciation and recognition.

And then came the Sakura confetti, a shower of delicate petals that enveloped the Inazuman dancers who had joined the audience. The petals caught the light as they drifted, creating an ethereal atmosphere. "A celebration of unity," Lyney declared, his words uniting the audience in a shared experience of joy and camaraderie.

With a smile that held a world of memories, he walked toward you. His voice, soft and filled with meaning, rang through the pavilion. "While Teyvat boasts a kaleidoscope of beautiful flowers, in an orchid full of them, there will always be only one that draws my heart." The anticipation in the air was palpable as he walked toward you, the crowd parting as if in reverence of the moment. He extended his hand, a bouquet of Lumidouce Bells materializing in his grasp. "Lumidouce Bells," he said with a smile, the words carrying a depth of meaning that only the two of you could understand.  With bated breath, you watched as Lyney, with a smile that held a myriad of emotions, leaned forward and whispered in your ear, "Found you." His words resonated like a secret shared between two souls.

As he handed you the bouquet of Lumidouce Bells, his touch was gentle yet charged with a significance that sent a shiver down your spine. Just as your fingers were about to close around the bouquet, you noticed a flicker in his expression – a falter in his smile and a tremble in his hands. Your heart raced as you accepted the bouquet, his touch lingering for an extra moment before he stepped away, returning to the center of the stage to conclude his performance. Despite the impressive tricks that followed – cards transforming into butterflies, objects levitating – there was a subtle shift in his energy. The enthusiasm that had marked the beginning of his show seemed to dim, replaced by a quiet intensity that spoke of unspoken emotions.

The audience remained awestruck by the death-defying tricks, their gasps and applause punctuating each moment of wonder. But as Lyney took his final bow and left the stage, you sensed a wistfulness in his gaze as he cast one last look in your direction. The connection between you was undeniable, a thread that had persisted through the years and found its way to this moment.

As you settled back into your seat, clutching the bouquet of Lumidouce Bells, your fingers brushed against a small card hidden amidst the delicate blooms. Carefully extracting it, you unfolded the note to reveal words that seemed to dance off the page.

“You're not merely just a Lumidouce Bell, but you are MY Lumidouce Bell, an incandescent presence that casts a gentle and enduring fragrance upon my senses. Its beauty, a tapestry woven into eternity, outshines even the rainbow roses, mere pretenders swathed in the guise of lilies. Much like me, entwined in the delicate masquerade of existence.”

The note continued, inviting you to meet him at Chihu Rock just before the release of the lanterns. As you looked around at the vibrant tapestry of colors, scents, and emotions, the anticipation of the evening's culmination filled you – a culmination that promised to bring closure to what had been left unspoken for far too long.

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Lyney's hands held the porcelain pot filled with a soft-scented cream, its fragrance wafting delicately through the air. But it wasn't the cream itself that had caught his attention; it was the intricate decorative motif that adorned the pot. A side-profile silhouette of a woman holding a Glaze Lily in her right hand – it felt oddly familiar, like a whisper from the past that stirred memories within him.

His brows furrowed as he gazed at the motif, a sense of recognition tugging at his thoughts. Why did this remind him of you? As he stared at the motif, his mind raced back to a moment in time, a fragment of a memory that surfaced like a whisper in the wind. He remembered you, sitting across from him on one of your dates. It was a simple evening at a quaint cafe, where the laughter and conversation flowed freely. He had been fascinated as you sketched something on a paper napkin, a beautiful illustration of a woman holding a Lumidouce Bell in her hand. The design had struck him then as both charming and creative.

And now, as he looked at the pot's motif, he couldn't help but see the striking similarities. The pose of the woman, the delicate flower – it was as if your illustration had come to life in the most unexpected way. His heart raced as he fished out a paper napkin from his wallet, a napkin he had secretly pocketed on that very night. He unfolded it with careful hands, revealing the sketch that had captured his attention all those days ago. Comparing the drawing on the napkin with the motif on the pot of cream, there was no doubt about it. The designs were uncannily similar – almost like pieces of a puzzle that had fallen into place. His pulse quickened, his mind racing to unravel the connection, to make sense of the serendipity that had woven itself into this moment.

His heart surged with determination, his gaze seeking out Lynette. He rushed toward her, a sense of urgency pushing him forward. "Lynette!" he called out, his voice carrying a tone of desperation.

Lynette turned to him; her expression curious as she raised an eyebrow. "Lyney? What's got you so worked up?"

Breathing slightly faster, Lyney gestured toward the porcelain pot he held. "Where did you get this cream? The one with the Glaze Lily motif?"

Lynette glanced at the pot, then back at him, her expression shifting to one of surprise. "Oh, that? It's not mine, Lyney. It's Freminet's."

Lyney's brows furrowed in confusion. "Freminet's? Are you sure?"

Lynette nodded, a bemused smile tugging at her lips. "Yeah, I'm sure. I mean, I've seen him use it before."

Lyney's mind raced as he processed the information. The motif on the pot, your illustration on the napkin – they couldn't be mere coincidences. The connection was too strong, too intimate to be dismissed. He looked back at the pot, his gaze lingering on the silhouette of the woman holding the Glaze Lily.

Time seemed to stretch as Lyney waited for Freminet to return home, his thoughts consumed completely by you. It had been three years since you left – three years since he had failed you, hurt you with his neglect. Those years had carried the weight of regret and longing, each day a reminder of his own shortcomings. Lyney's life had never been easy, marked by the trials of Fontaine and the looming threat of the prophecy. Even in the midst of these challenges, losing you had been one of the most painful experiences he had to deal with.

He remembered how he had wanted to search every nook and corner of Teyvat for you, to find you, to make amends. But Fontaine's mission, his duty, had taken precedence. "Father" had set a path before him, and Lyney had followed it. Even after the mission's completion, he had continued his search for you with the help of the Fatui. He wasn't sure what he was hoping to find – an address, a name, any trace of your existence. But each lead turned cold, and the void of your absence seemed to deepen with every passing day. Loneliness had become a constant companion, an ache that never quite left. It had haunted him, a ghost that whispered in his ear, a constant reminder of the pain he had inflicted.

The cream in his hand became a symbol of the past and the present, of missed opportunities and second chances. As he waited for Freminet, he felt the weight of the years that had passed. Memories of you were both a comfort and a torment, the warmth of your presence and the ache of your absence intertwined. Lyney's heart clenched as he recalled the laughter you shared, the moments of tenderness and joy. How he had allowed that to slip through his fingers, he could never forgive himself. The thought of you disappearing without a trace had left a void that nothing could fill.

As he stood there, lost in his thoughts, a sense of longing overwhelmed him. His assistants, ever well-intentioned, had tried to lift him from his slump over the years. They had orchestrated meetings with different women, hoping to redirect his focus and mend his wounded heart. But each attempt had only stoked the fire of his anguish. The very idea of anyone else in your place felt like a betrayal, a mockery of the bond he had shared with you. He had lashed out, his anger and pain spilling over, berating his assistants for their misguided efforts.

"I don't want a replacement," he had exclaimed one night, his voice laced with frustration. "I need her. I need (y/n), okay? No one else can fill the void she left behind."

The stages of grief had woven themselves into his life, each emotion an ache that settled deep within him. Denial had been his initial response, clinging to the hope that you would return, that the chasm between you could somehow be bridged. He had walked past your favorite cafe, caught glimpses of people who bore a resemblance to you, only to have the illusion shattered each time. Anger had surged when he caught the scent of your perfume in passing, a memory that had buried itself in the fabric of his life. He had shouted at the wind for playing cruel tricks, for conjuring fragments of you only to snatch them away. Bargaining had consumed him in the quiet hours of the night, as he tossed and turned in his empty bed. In those solitary moments, he had whispered promises to the void, pledges to mend what had been broken if only he could have another chance. Depression had visited him often, its weight pressing on his chest, making each breath a struggle. His days had been marked by a sense of hollowness, a numbness that refused to lift. The pain had become physical, a dull ache that throbbed with each beat of his heart.

And then there were the nights – long, torturous nights that were haunted by nightmares of you. He would see you hurt, your eyes filled with disappointment, your voice echoing with unspoken reproach. Other times, his enemies would appear in his dreams, threatening to harm you in ways he couldn't prevent. The helplessness he felt in those dreams mirrored the helplessness he felt in reality. The fear that he could no longer protect you had become a relentless specter, leaving him waking in cold sweats.

And through it all, your memory remained a beacon of light in the darkness. He would close his eyes and see your smile, hear your laughter, feel your touch as if you were standing right beside him. The ache of your absence was a reminder of the love he had lost, a love he would do anything to reclaim. In the midst of his pain and longing, one thing was clear – he didn't want to spend another moment without you. If given the chance, he would never let you go, never let you feel inadequate, never make you feel his absence. He would cherish every moment, hold you close, and never allow the distance to creep in again.

As he stood there, lost in the whirlwind of his thoughts, the door opened, and Freminet returned. The man's presence broke through the haze of Lyney's emotions, and he forced himself to focus on the present. The revelation of the cream's origin was a clue, a thread to follow, a path that might lead him back to you. With determination in his eyes, Lyney turned his attention to Freminet, his heart and mind aligned in their purpose.

"Freminet," Lyney began, his voice steady despite the turmoil within him. "Where did you get this cream from?"

Freminet stammered, his eyes widening slightly as he tried to process Lyney's intense gaze. "Uh, well... I've been diving a lot lately, and my skin started to dry up really bad. So, I read this article on Steambird, you know? They recommended this new moisturizer that was… uh… imported from Liyue."

Lyney's heart quickened at the mention of the article. It was a thread, a connection, something to hold on to. "Do you still have a copy of that article?" he asked, his voice eager.

Freminet nodded, a touch of curiosity in his eyes as he disappeared briefly and returned with the newspaper. Lyney took it from him and began to skim through the pages until he found the article in question. The words on the page spoke of a new skincare brand that had been gaining popularity in Liyue and was slowly making its mark across Teyvat. He read that the product was not readily available in Fontaine due to import costs, and it was being sold exclusively in Romaritime Harbor.

A surge of anticipation coursed through Lyney's veins. Romaritime Harbor in Fontaine was not far from where he stood. Could this be a sign? Could you be in Liyue? His heart raced with the possibility, and he knew he had to find out for sure. He looked up at Freminet, his eyes determined.

"Thank you, Freminet," Lyney said sincerely, his gratitude shining through his gaze. "This means a lot to me."

Freminet offered a small smile, though confusion lingered in his expression. "Uh, you're welcome, Lyney. But, uh, can I ask why this is so important to you?"

Lyney's lips curved into a bittersweet smile. "This might be the clue I've been waiting for. Thank you, brother."

Freminet nodded, a warm smile crossing his features. "Of course, Lyney. If there's anything else I can do to help..."

Lyney's gaze was resolute as he responded. "There is. I need to meet with 'Father.' It's time to put our resources to use, to verify something important."

Freminet's expression shifted to one of understanding, his eyes reflecting the gravity of the situation. "I'll make the arrangements," he said, his voice steady.

With a sense of purpose, Lyney turned and left Freminet's shop, his heart filled with renewed determination. The cream, the Glaze Lily motif, the connection to Liyue – they were all pieces of the puzzle that were leading him back to you. As he made his way to meet "Father," his steps were guided by hope, by the prospect of mending what had been broken, and by the overwhelming desire to find you once again.

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Backstage at the Lantern Rite festival, Lyney stood with Lynette and his assistants, a flurry of emotions swirling within him. The festival was in full swing, the air alive with the vibrant energy of the celebration. His heart beat like a drum in his chest as he took in the flurry of preparations around him. Lynette and his assistants were nearby, their presence a reassuring anchor in the midst of the bustling atmosphere. Memories flooded his mind as he glanced at the lanterns that adorned the area, their soft glow casting a warm and inviting ambiance. He remembered how you had wished to witness this festival, to experience the beauty of your mother's home, the place she had left behind to create a life with your father. It was an event that held deep significance for you, and he had listened with rapt attention as you described every detail. The lanterns, the colors, the sense of unity – they were all part of the tapestry of your stories. And now, standing in the midst of it all, he felt your absence keenly.

He knew that you were here, among the esteemed guests of the Liyue Qixing. He had pulled several strings to make it happen, with help from Charlotte, Lumine, and Paimon. The favor he held with the Tianquan, thanks to his connection with Lumine, had smoothed the way for your presence. The pieces were falling into place, the stage was set, and all that remained was the grand reveal of his discovery of you.

As the Inazuman dancers finished their mesmerizing performance on the stage, the crowd erupted into applause. The energy in the air was palpable, a mix of excitement and joy. But for Lyney, the anticipation had a different edge. He knew that his turn was approaching, the moment when he would step onto the stage. His heart pounded even harder as he adjusted his attire, his mind racing with thoughts of you. It had been over three years since he had last seen you, and the prospect of finally reuniting filled him with both hope and trepidation. Would you still be the same? The memory of your smile, your laughter, the way you looked at him – they were etched into his mind. Would you be happy to see him, or would the distance that had grown between you overshadow the reunion? The uncertainty gnawed at him, a persistent anxiety that he couldn't shake. The stage lights flickered, signaling that his moment was drawing near. As the applause for the dancers began to fade, he exchanged a glance with Lynette and his assistants, their encouragement a silent reassurance. The stage was now his, the spotlight waiting to illuminate his discovery, his determination, and his longing.  "Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed guests," He spoke with confidence that masked his inner turmoil. "The performances you've witnessed thus far have been a feast for your eyes and ears. But what you are about to experience will immerse all your senses in a world of wonder and enchantment."

With a deep breath, he stepped forward, his heart in his throat. The crowd's attention shifted to him, their murmurs quieting in anticipation. The lanterns cast a warm and gentle glow upon him, creating an almost ethereal aura. His steps were measured as he walked onto the stage, his eyes scanning the faces in the crowd. He knew you were among them, somewhere, watching. "I am Lyney," he began, his voice carrying the confidence of someone accustomed to captivating audiences, "and I am a magician from Fontaine."

 As he continued speaking, his eyes scanned the expectant audience, searching for a face he hadn't seen in years. And then, as if drawn by an invisible force, his gaze locked onto you. Your presence was a radiant beacon in the sea of faces, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. He couldn't deny the rush of emotions that flooded him at the sight of you.   You looked just as beautiful as he remembered, if not more. You were adorned in a traditional festival attire, every intricate detail woven with elegance and grace. Delicate jewelry adorned your neck and wrists, shimmering with every move you made. The lantern light caught the glint of the jewelry, creating a soft halo around you. Your lips were parted in genuine surprise, your eyes widening as you took in the unexpected sight of him on stage.

 His heart swelled at the sight of you, a mix of longing, love, and a touch of sorrow washing over him. He wanted nothing more than to rush toward you, to gather you in his arms and hold you close. But he couldn't – not just yet. The show had to go on, and Lyney was, at his core, a performer. He understood the power of a well-executed act, the art of weaving emotions through illusions. He knew he had to convey his message to you through his performance, to let you know that he had found you, that he was here, that he still cared.

He moved with grace and precision, each movement deliberate and purposeful. He conjured illusions that mesmerized the crowd – fireworks that appeared from nowhere, a cascade of shimmering lights that danced around him, and moments of suspended reality that left everyone in awe. And all the while, his eyes kept finding you in the crowd, his performances a message meant only for you.

"Flowers," Lyney began, his voice carrying a melodic cadence that resonated through the air, "have been an integral part of magic shows for centuries. They embody the beauty and transience of life." He conjured a Windwheel Aster with a flourish, presenting it to a guest from Mondstadt. As he handed over the delicate bloom, a smile graced his lips, and the Windwheel Aster became not just a flower, but a token of elegance and grace, blooming like a promise within the guest's grasp. His performance continued, seamlessly entwining the theme of flowers. From the vast expanse of his magical repertoire, he conjured a Glaze Lily, extending it towards Yun Jin, the performer who had graced the stage with her captivating artistry. The lily symbolized more than its physical form—it was a tribute to the harmonious fusion of cultures, a testament to appreciation and acknowledgment. Then came the crescendo of his floral spectacle, the Sakura confetti that cascaded from above, a shower of delicate petals that seemed to suspend time itself. Each petal caught the light, creating a tapestry of ethereal beauty that enveloped the Inazuman dancers who had joined the audience. "A celebration of unity," Lyney declared, his words uniting the hearts of the crowd in shared exhilaration and camaraderie.

A pause lingered in the air, heavy with anticipation, as Lyney's gaze found you. “While Teyvat boasts a kaleidoscope of beautiful flowers, in an orchid full of them, there will always be only one that draws my heart." His steps, guided by a sense of purpose, carried him toward the individual who held his heart. As he moved, the crowd seemed to part as if in reverence of the unfolding moment. The weight of his words hung in the atmosphere, laden with a depth that only the two of you could fathom. His hand extended, and with a flourish, a bouquet of Lumidouce Bells materialized in his grasp. Lumidouce Bells, chosen not just for their beauty, but for the significance they held between the two of you. A smile that spoke volumes graced his lips as he regarded you, and his words held a world of shared history and emotion. "Lumidouce Bells," he repeated, a simple phrase that contained a universe of unspoken sentiments.

With every eye upon him and every heartbeat suspended in the air, Lyney took a step forward, closing the distance between you. As he leaned in, he was teased with the familiar scent of you. "Found you," he whispered.

And then, the moment arrived. With an outstretched hand, he offered the bouquet to you, a silent invitation that held a universe of meaning. Your hand reached out, fingers brushing against the delicate petals, and for an instant, time seemed to hold its breath. His eyes fell upon the ring adorning your finger, a glint of gold that sent a shockwave through his heart. A ring. The sight of it felt like a dagger piercing through him. Someone else had managed to find their way into your heart during the years he had spent searching for you, longing for you. The pit in his stomach deepened, a chasm of anguish that threatened to swallow him whole. His hand trembled imperceptibly as you took hold of the bouquet, his touch lingering a moment longer than necessary. He wanted to etch this fleeting connection into his memory, to savor the sensation of your touch before letting go.

It was a cruel twist of fate – he had finally found you, only to discover that you were no longer his to hold. With a heavy heart, he managed to plaster a smile across his face, a facade that concealed the tempest raging within him. He stepped back, retreating from the threshold of what could have been, what should have been. With a determined stride, he returned to the center of the stage, his heartache masked by the resilience of a performer. The show must go on, regardless of the chaos that threatened to unravel his thoughts. The next phase of his performance involved feats of daring magic – illusions that defied logic and challenged reality. He summoned flames that danced at his fingertips, conjured illusions that seemed to play with the fabric of space itself, and performed tricks that left the crowd in awe. Each act carried a deeper layer of emotion, each illusion a reflection of the turmoil within him. His eyes kept meeting yours throughout, and with every exchange, it felt like his very being was disintegrating, his emotions laid bare for you to see. The heartbreak was a constant undercurrent, but he continued, the echoes of his actions weaving a bittersweet symphony that only you and he could comprehend.

And then, as his final act approached, he knew that the time for his performance was drawing to an end. The climax of his act involved a seemingly death-defying escape, an illusion that left the crowd breathless. His movements were precise, each gesture a calculated step toward a climactic moment. And as he emerged unscathed from the shackles that had bound him, the audience erupted into a standing ovation, their cheers like a chorus that resonated with his own tumultuous emotions. With Lynette and his assistants by his side, they took a bow, the applause like a crescendo that filled the air. But beneath the facade of the performer, Lyney's heart was heavy with the weight of what could have been. The applause faded, and as he stepped off the stage, his footsteps were laden with remorse and sorrow. The energy that had fueled his performance now felt like an anchor, dragging him down into the depths of his own emotions.

"Lynette," he whispered as they retreated backstage, his voice cracking with the weight of his emotions. She turned to him; concern etched on her features. "I need a moment," he managed to say, his voice betraying the anguish he fought to conceal.

With the echoes of the applause still ringing in his ears, Lyney found himself making his way through the lantern-lit streets of Liyue City. The cacophony of joy and celebration seemed distant, as if separated by an insurmountable divide. His steps were heavy, his thoughts a whirlwind of emotions that threatened to consume him. The warmth of the lanterns that once held so much wonder now felt like a mockery of his own turmoil. He had asked you to meet him at Chihu Rock before the lanterns were released into the night sky. But now, as he climbed the steps that led to the rocky peak, his heart weighed down by uncertainty.

Would you even show up to the place he had suggested? Would you be there with the new person who had become the recipient of your love? The thought was a dagger in his heart, a painful reminder of what he could have prevented, the pain he could have spared you. Did you now make omelets just the way he liked them – sunny side up with the edges slightly burnt? Did your new love also get to experience the warmth of your smile as you closed your eyes and laughed, allowing your scrunching nose to be kissed affectionately? He recalled other little quirks – the way you hummed when you were lost in thought, the way you always saved the last piece of dessert for him even if you pretended to be full, and the sound of your laughter that could light up even the darkest corners of his heart. The images tormented him – soft, intimate moments that he had once cherished, now twisted by the possibility of being shared with someone else. These questions, these thoughts, they were all blades that cut through him, leaving wounds that no magic could heal.

And yet, he found himself on the peak of Chihu Rock, overlooking the city bathed in the glow of the lanterns. He waited, his heart a maelstrom of emotions. Maybe it was futile, he thought. Perhaps you wouldn't come. Why would you even want to meet him, the one who had let you slip through his fingers? Minutes stretched into an eternity, each second filled with the anticipation of your arrival. Why was he still here? He didn't know. What would he say if you did come? He had no idea. But one thing was clear – he needed to apologize. Apologize for the pain he had inflicted upon you, for the words left unsaid, for the distance that had grown between you. It was the least he could do, the only way to mend the fragments of what you had shared.

Lyney's ears caught a sound, a soft panting that seemed to carry on the wind even before he saw you. His heart leaped within his chest; anticipation mingled with anxiety. He stood up; his eyes fixed on the path leading up the rocks. And there you were, ascending the rocky steps with the bouquet of Lumidouce Bells still held in your hand. As you drew nearer, he extended his hand toward you, a silent offer of help. He saw you hesitate for a brief second, a flicker of uncertainty crossing your eyes. But then you nodded, your fingers curling around his hand. The warmth of your touch, the familiarity of your grasp, it all made his heart ache. Would this be the last time he would feel this connection? He wondered, his thoughts a whirlwind of emotion.

"Lyney," you whispered, your voice breathless from the climb and the emotions that surely mirrored his own.

But he couldn't let you finish. He looked into your eyes, his own brimming with regret and apology. He had to say it, had to let you know, even if the words could never truly mend the fractures he had caused. "Listen," he began, his voice steady despite the turmoil within him. "I know that apologies can't change the past, can't erase the hurt I've caused you all these years. But I owe you this. I owe you an apology for every time I bailed out on our dates, for every moment I made you feel like you were less than you truly are."

He took a deep breath, the scent of the Lumidouce Bells intermingling with the damp earthiness of the rocks. "I was so caught up in the allure of adventure, in the promise of releasing Fontaine from its cursed prophecy, that I was blind to the pain I was causing you." He paused, his chest constricting with the weight of his remorse. "It was all my fault, you didn't deserve to feel neglected, especially not by me."

He watched as your expression shifted, a mix of emotions dancing in your eyes. He wanted to reach out, to wipe away the pain etched on your features, but he knew that words were all he had to offer now. "You called me your rainbow rose," His voice trembled as he spoke, his emotions laid bare before you. “But the true rainbow roses of this world are extinct. And as their era came to an end, a plant that used to grow symbiotically with it has stolen the name 'Rainbow Rose.'" His voice cracked, the weight of his metaphor carrying a world of meaning. "Rainbow roses that you see today are imposter lilies, just like me – pretending to be something I'm not."

Tears welled in his eyes; his vulnerability exposed for you to witness. He had said the words that had lingered in his heart for so long, the words he owed you, even though they couldn't undo the past. And as he looked into your eyes, his own filled with the anguish of his confession, he could only hope that you would see the depth of his remorse, the sincerity in his apology, and the love that had never wavered, even in the face of his mistakes. "But I'm here now," he said. “I want you to know that I'm sorry. Truly, deeply sorry. I regret every tear you shed, every smile I failed to bring to your lips.”

He braced himself for your response, the silence between you both heavy with unspoken emotions. The lantern-lit surroundings seemed to hold its breath, waiting for your next move. And then, your voice, like a soft melody, broke the stillness, whispering his name. His heart fluttered at the sound, a sensation he had long missed.

But he couldn't let the moment linger in a sweet fantasy. He cleared his throat, his eyes flickering toward the ring on your finger. "I'm glad," he began, his eyes fixed on the glint of gold that adorned your finger, the ring that had been a tormenting reminder of his own failures. "I'm glad someone else brings you the happiness I couldn't."

He noticed the confusion that flickered across your features, the furrow of your brow and the faint "What?" that escaped your lips. He pointed to the ring, his gaze unwavering, and then looked away, his jaws clenched with a mixture of emotions he struggled to put into words. The silence that hung in the air was pregnant with unspoken pain, a chasm of misunderstanding that seemed impossible to bridge.

And then, like a soft melody that cut through the tension, he heard your giggle. It was a sound he hadn't realized he had been longing to hear, a sound that made his heart flutter in a way he hadn't experienced in years. It sounded just like in his dreams, a symphony of joy that had once been his to cherish. He met your gaze again, his eyes searching yours as he watched you take off the ring. Shock colored his features, a mixture of astonishment and disbelief that painted his expression. What was happening? He wondered. "What...?" he managed to utter, his voice a mix of shock and incredulity.

Your laughter filled the air once again, a melody that seemed to bring light to the darkness that had clouded his thoughts. "Lyney, this ring," you said, your voice laced with amusement, "it's not what you think."

He blinked, his confusion deepening. "Not what I think?" he repeated, his brows furrowing.

You met his gaze, your eyes holding a spark of mischief that he had missed so dearly. "It's not real," you explained, your words causing a mixture of relief and bewilderment to wash over him. "I wore it to ward off unsolicited suitors that seem to come out of the woodwork, especially during the Lantern Rite Festival."

His heart skipped a beat, his eyes never leaving yours. The weight of the realization settled over him like a gentle wave, soothing the ache that had taken residence in his chest. He had misunderstood, misjudged, and in doing so, he had subjected himself to needless torment. The tension in the air began to dissipate, replaced by a renewed sense of hope. His lips quirked into a small, almost disbelieving smile, and he let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding.

And then, as if the floodgates of communication had been opened, he heard your voice, soft and uncertain, asking him the question he had been waiting for. "How did you find me?"

He met your gaze, his own eyes filled with a mix of emotions. He cleared his throat, his voice soft but resolute. "I never stopped looking for you," he said. "I used every Fatui connection I had to try to find any trace of you, but it was like you truly were the best magician – disappearing without a trace." He offered a small, self-deprecating smile, the tension of the moment momentarily eased by the hint of humor. And then, his fingers moved to the inside pocket of his coat, retrieving a crumpled napkin. He unfolded it carefully, revealing the illustration you had drawn so long ago – the silhouette of a woman holding a Lumidouce Bell. "I never stopped carrying this with me," he admitted. He looked into your eyes; his gaze unwavering. "I'm happy to hear that your business venture is doing well," he said, his words carrying a sincerity that was mirrored in his eyes. "And through it, I finally found you."

Tears welled in your eyes; the emotions too powerful to be contained. Your voice trembled as you whispered, "Why are you here, Lyney?"

He didn't hesitate, his gaze never leaving yours. "I think you already know the answer," he whispered back.

Your hands trembled as you held on to the flowers, your gaze dropping to your fingers that played with the flower petals. "I haven't stopped thinking about you," you admitted, your voice barely more than a whisper. "But I'm scared... scared to be so dependent on you again, scared that I won't recover if my heart breaks once more because of you."

His heart ached at your words, the vulnerability in your voice piercing through his own defenses. He reached out, his fingers gently tilting your chin, lifting your gaze to meet his. The world seemed to quiet.  "I understand," he said, his voice gentle but resolute. "And I'm not here to ask you for anything, to demand your trust. I'm here because I needed to apologize, because I needed you to know that my feelings for you never wavered, even when I was blind to your pain. I'm here to say that I'm willing to rebuild what we had, one step at a time, if you'll let me."

As if on cue, the world around Lyney seemed to respond to the emotions that hung in the air. Slowly, hundreds and thousands of floating lanterns began ascending into the sky, their warm glow illuminating Lyney and you in a cascade of light and warmth. Your gaze was drawn to the spectacle above, the lanterns carrying wishes and hopes. Lyney's thumb brushed against your cheek, a tender gesture that wiped away the tear that had escaped. Your eyes met his, the unspoken understanding between you growing stronger with each passing moment.

But your gaze shifted slightly, drawn to his thumb where a teardrop glistened. It was a poignant sight, one that caught your breath. The gloves he wore – they were the ones you had intended to gift him on your anniversary three years ago. The gloves that you had left behind in the box filled with memories of him. They looked worn, as he had been wearing them every day, to feel your presence beside him.

Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he closed his fist, the teardrop vanishing from his thumb. And when he opened his fist again, there was something new – a Lumidouce Bell. But this one was different, not just in its material – silver and gold – but in its significance. It was the one he had carefully designed, a representation of his intentions for your future together, a token that you could keep forever if he ever had the chance to see you again. His voice, soft yet steady, filled the space between you. "You're not just another Lumidouce Bell," he said, his eyes locking onto yours with unwavering determination. "You are my favorite Lumidouce Bell. My only Lumidouce Bell. And you always will be, if you allow it."

Your trembling hand reached out, your fingers gently grasping the metal flower that he had offered. The design was intricate, the melding of silver and gold creating a delicate balance. As the lanterns continued to ascend, carrying with them the wishes and dreams of those who released them, he felt a sense of renewal in his heart. A smile curved his lips, a genuine expression that radiated with emotion. For the first time in a long while, he allowed himself to feel a sliver of happiness, a shard of relief. The distance between you was no longer insurmountable, and the mistakes of the past were not the end of your story. The future remained uncertain, but he held onto the possibility that it could be rewritten – a tale of redemption, forgiveness, and a silent promise to never let you slip away, ever again.

As the lanterns continued to ascend into the sky, casting a cascade of light over the rocky peak of Chihu, the past and the present seemed to merge into a single moment. And as you looked into Lyney's eyes, he knew that this was the beginning of a new chapter – a chance to heal, to mend, and to create a future that was forged from the lessons of the past.

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(p.s - there is another Lyney oneshot I am working on which i mentioned in one of my posts. Please let me know if you want to be tagged on that one and no it isn't related to this one.)

AN: I know some of you wanted (y/n)to move on with another person. But I do believe some people are worth a second chance. I apologise if I disappointed anyone with this ending. Please feel free to reach out to me if you wish to have an alternative ending to this. It just felt right given how we saw Lyney's perspective in the last part and in this. He wasn't scummy, he was just too caught up in the moment.

You struggled to keep your composure, your voice cracking as you responded, "I'm Lyney's girlfriend, and I've always been there to support his magic shows."

He let out a scoff, a condescending smirk playing on his lips. "Lyney's girlfriend, huh? I've heard that one before. If that were true, you should have been on the list. But you're not."

Stubbornness fueled your determination as you planted your feet by the entrance, watching as people with tickets were allowed to pass. Your heart clenched with every person that walked by, their laughter and excitement cutting through your resolve like a knife. You were holding on, holding on to the belief that Lyney's promise to change, to prioritize you, wasn't just empty words. Then, your gaze shifted, catching sight of a familiar figure – Lumine, accompanied by the ever-cheerful Paimon. They approached the entrance, their presence a stark contrast to the turmoil in your heart. The man stepped in their way; his voice curt as he asked for their names to check the list.

Paimon’ s voice chimed, "We should be on the list! We're VIPs!"

The man scanned the list, his expression changing to one of recognition. With a nod, he granted them entry, opening the door with a polite gesture. The interaction was swift, seamless – a confirmation of their privileged status.

Your heart dropped like an anchor, the realization hitting you like a wave crashing against the shore. Lumine, the fabled traveler who had unwittingly become a central figure in your heartache, was being welcomed with open arms. The same arms that seemed closed off to you.

Lumine's gaze shifted, her eyes meeting yours. She smiled warmly, her voice carrying through the air, "Hey, why don't you join us inside? It'll be fun!"

You managed to conjure a smile, but it felt like a mask stretched too thin. Your head shook slightly, a half-hearted refusal escaping your lips. "I appreciate it, but I have some errands to run, and I'm running late. Enjoy the show!" The lie tasted bitter on your tongue, but it was a necessary shield to protect yourself from the vulnerability that threatened to spill forth. Before Lumine could insist further, you turned away, hurrying from the opera house entrance. Tears welled in your eyes, a torrent of emotions threatening to drown you. How could he? How could Lyney forget your name on the list? Was it a thoughtless oversight or a deliberate omission? Each step you took away from the grand entrance echoed the rhythm of your heartache.

As you walked away from the opera house, your heart weighed down by the fresh wound of rejection, your thoughts turned to the looming anniversary. Just one more week, and it would mark the day you had set your sights on, hoping against hope that it could breathe life back into the fading embers of your relationship. You had planned it meticulously, each detail chosen with care, envisioning a day where the two of you could finally address the growing chasm between you. Lyney had promised he'd be there. He had assured you that he wouldn't let anything get in the way, that this date would be different. You clung to those words, the memory of his sincerity a beacon of light in the darkness of your doubts.

But now, with the fresh wound of being excluded from his show, you wondered if there was even a point to it all. Could this relationship withstand the storm that Lumine's presence had brought? Could Lyney truly change, or were his promises just empty words, blowing away with the wind? As the moon hung high in the sky, its silvery light casting a gentle glow over the city, you quickened your pace. The aquabus was waiting, its doors open, ready to carry you away from the scene of your shattered expectations. You stepped aboard, the soft hum of the engine a soothing backdrop to your tumultuous thoughts. The seats felt cold against your skin as you settled in, the world outside passing by in a blur of lights and shadows. The gentle lapping of water against the boat's hull seemed to echo the rhythm of your heart, both steady and uncertain. The city's lights danced on the water's surface, mirroring the dance of emotions within you. Your gaze remained fixed on the horizon, your thoughts a whirlwind of hopes and fears. You had invested so much into this relationship; into the memories you had shared and the dreams you had woven together. But now, those dreams seemed fragile, like delicate glass ready to shatter at the slightest touch.

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The rain fell in relentless sheets, soaking you to the bone as you stood before Lyney's home. In your hand, you clutched a bouquet of rainbow roses, their vibrant colors dulled by the downpour. It was impossible to tell if the water streaming down your face was tears or rain, the two merging seamlessly in the haze of your hurt and frustration. With trembling fingers, you knocked on the door, each tap a testament to the storm raging within you.

The door creaked open, revealing Freminet, Lyney's shy and quiet brother. His expression was a mix of reluctance and confusion as he regarded you.

"Can I help you, (y/n)?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You struggled to keep your voice steady, your heart hammering in your chest. "Is Lyney home? I need to talk to him."

Freminet's confusion deepened, his brows furrowing. "Lyney's not here. He went out somewhere, and I don't know when he'll be back."

The weight of disappointment settled on your shoulders, a heavy burden that threatened to crush you. You managed to offer a weak smile; your gratitude sincere even in the face of your own pain. "Thank you, Freminet."

Turning away from the door, you walked back into the rain-soaked streets, the bouquet of roses now a poignant symbol of unfulfilled hopes. Your footsteps were heavy, each step echoing the ache in your heart. The plan had been simple – a picnic date in the picturesque mountain ranges of Elynas. You had arrived with a heart full of anticipation, bearing gifts, a lovingly prepared meal, and a bouquet of rainbow roses. But as hours turned into a day, all that greeted you was the relentless downpour. The sun had set by the time you had decided to confront Lyney directly. It was your anniversary, a day that was meant to celebrate your love and connection. Instead, it felt like a cruel reminder of the growing chasm between you. Your emotions were a tempest, a maelstrom of hurt, anger, and betrayal. The wind seemed to mirror your turmoil, howling through the city's streets.

As you walked back home, your clothes clinging to your skin, you spotted a scene that shattered what little was left of your resolve. There, at a bakery, stood Lyney and his sister Lynette, laughter and mirth in the air. And standing beside them was Lumine. You covered your mouth to stifle the sobs that threatened to escape, your willpower barely containing the torrent of emotions within you. The weight of the past weeks, the unfulfilled promises, and the pain of your anniversary – it all crashed down in that moment. You felt like an outsider, a shadow lingering on the fringes of their happiness. With a heavy heart, you turned away, your footsteps carrying you into the night. Each step was a heartbeat of agony, your soul aching with every footfall. The city's lights blurred through your tear-streaked vision, the raindrops masking your tears. Each footfall was a heartbeat of agony, your emotions raw and uncontained. The city around you seemed to blur, the rain masking the tears that fell from your eyes. In the quiet solitude of your home, the pain became a living thing, an ache that seeped into your very being. The anniversary that was meant to be a turning point had instead become a breaking point. And as you lay in your bed, tears staining your pillow, you couldn't shake the feeling that something fundamental had shattered beyond repair.

Back in the solitude of your home, the pain became palpable, a living entity that refused to be ignored. Sleep eluded you, the darkness of the night only amplifying the darkness within your heart. Your mother's words echoed in your mind, a whisper of wisdom that you couldn't ignore. It wasn't right to stay in a place where you no longer felt welcome, and this relationship had become exactly that. The pain, the heartache, it was a weight you could no longer bear. Sleep never came that night. Instead, you lay there, tears staining your pillow, the echoes of shattered dreams reverberating through your thoughts. The decision had crystallized – it was time to quietly exit Lyney's life. The pain was too deep, the hurt too raw, and the love you once shared felt like a distant memory. As the night stretched on, you found solace in your mother's words, a bittersweet reminder that sometimes, leaving was the only path to healing.

In the days that followed, the pain remained a constant companion, an ache that settled deep within your heart. You made a silent decision to gradually withdraw from Lyney's life, the weight of unfulfilled promises and shattered dreams urging you to seek distance.

You found yourself avoiding the places where Lyney and Lynette performed. The familiar auditorium that once echoed with applause and magic now held too many memories tainted by disappointment. The sound of applause felt like a mocking reminder of the applause you had given him, the cheers that had always been for him but had never seemed to reach your ears. Your daily routine underwent a transformation, as if you were trying to rewrite the narrative of your life. Mornings were no longer marked by the smell of coffee brewing and the anticipation of the day ahead. Instead, you woke up to the quiet embrace of solitude, your footsteps leading you away from the places that held too many memories. The cafe you used to frequent was now replaced by a new haunt, where the barista didn't know your name or your story.

If anyone dared to bring up Lyney's name, you became evasive. Each inquiry felt like a dagger, a reminder of the pain you were trying to heal from. You mastered the art of changing the topic, a skill born out of necessity. When friends asked about him, you would smile and steer the conversation toward safer waters, your heartache hidden beneath a facade of normalcy. In every action, every choice you made, your quiet withdrawal from Lyney's life became more pronounced. There was the evening when you saw a poster advertising a new magic show by the twins, and you deliberately turned away. You didn't want to see him in the spotlight, a place that once held so much allure but now felt tainted by unfulfilled promises. Then there was the day you walked by the park where you had shared laughter and secrets, and instead of walking through it, you chose to take the longer route. The thought of stumbling upon him, of facing the painful truth of his absence, was a fear you couldn't bear.

The change was reflected in your living space. Photographs that had once adorned the walls were now tucked away in boxes; memories sealed away like precious relics. The pillow that once held the scent of shared dreams was replaced, the fabric absorbing the salt of your silent tears.

In moments of solitude, you found yourself haunted by memories. The sound of his laughter, the touch of his hand – they had become ghosts that whispered in the corners of your mind. Each time you felt the urge to reach out, you clenched your fists and reminded yourself of the pain that lingered beneath the surface.

And yet, despite your efforts, there were times when the walls you had built crumbled, and the anguish within you threatened to spill over. You would catch a glimpse of something that reminded you of him – a street magician performing tricks, a rainbow after a storm – and your heart would ache with a bittersweet mix of longing and resentment.

Despite your quiet exit, the silence from Lyney's side was deafening. It had been two weeks since the anniversary, and the absence of his presence was another knife that gutted you. Your withdrawal had been a decision to protect yourself, to heal from the wounds that had been inflicted, but it hadn't alleviated the pain. Fontaine, once a place of shared memories and dreams, had become tainted by the echoes of a love that hadn't stood the test of time.

The decision for a fresh start had been a gradual realization, a seed planted in your heart that had grown into an unwavering resolve. You couldn't continue to live in a place that held too many memories, too much pain. So, you made the monumental choice to leave Fontaine behind, to start anew in Liyue, where your maternal cousin, Ying'er, lived. The preparations had been meticulous. Each step, from packing your bags to selling belongings that held too much sentimental value, had been a farewell to the life you were leaving behind. The pictures that once adorned your walls, the trinkets that had once been gifts from Lyney – they were now memories stored in boxes, reminders of a past that you were letting go of. The decision was both liberating and heartbreaking, a duality that you carried with you as you stood at Romaritime Harbor.

The day had finally arrived, the culmination of weeks of quiet planning and emotional preparation. The ship that would take you to Liyue loomed before you, a vessel of possibilities and new beginnings. You hadn't informed anyone of your plans, not even Lyney. The only connection you had maintained was through the letters exchanged with your cousin. The details had been carefully arranged, and your goods were already on the ship, waiting to carry you toward your future. All you had was your backpack and a small travel bag, each item carefully chosen for its practicality and necessity. Your heart felt heavy as you stared at the ship, your emotions a whirlwind of anticipation and trepidation. The bustling harbor, with its scent of salt and sea breeze, seemed to mirror the churning sea of emotions within you.

The moments before you finally boarded felt surreal. You were on the cusp of a new chapter, a story yet unwritten. The bustling activity of the harbor was a stark contrast to the stillness within you. You took a deep breath, the cool air filling your lungs, and with that breath, you let go of the pain, the hurt, and the unfulfilled promises that had weighed you down. The ship's horn sounded, a deep, resonant note that seemed to echo through your very being. With determined steps, you walked toward the gangplank, your heart pounding in rhythm with the steps you took. As you crossed the threshold onto the ship, the world behind you blurred, and the world ahead held a promise of healing, growth, and a chance at finding yourself again.

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Lyney's nimble fingers worked swiftly, carefully packing away his props and magical tools backstage after yet another successful magic show. The applause from the audience still echoed in his ears, a reminder of his talents and the connection he had with his spectators. His assistants were bustling around him, the energy backstage almost as electrifying as the performance itself.

"Great job, everyone!" Lyney cheered, his smile genuine as he patted one of his assistants on the back. "That was a fantastic show."

The assistants shared relieved and satisfied smiles, their camaraderie evident in their interactions. As Lyney continued to pack his bags, he noticed his younger brother, Freminet, approaching him. However, Freminet's expression was slightly different – a mix of hesitation and something that seemed like offense.

Lyney furrowed his brows, curiosity piqued. "Hey, Freminet, what's wrong?"

Freminet glanced around to ensure they had a moment of privacy before speaking in a hushed tone. "Lyney, did you find someone else to help gather materials for the magic pockets?"

Lyney's confusion deepened, his brow furrowing further. "What do you mean? I've been waiting on you to give me the materials for making the magic pockets."

Freminet's expression softened, a touch of embarrassment coloring his cheeks. "I must have misunderstood, then. I saw... I saw (y/n) at the Romaritime harbor, and I thought... I thought you had found someone else to help…."

Lyney's confusion deepened, his thoughts racing to make sense of the situation. "Wait, (y/n) was at the harbor? What was she doing there?"

Freminet shrugged, his voice soft as he apologized. "I'm sorry, Lyney. I didn't mean to jump to conclusions. It's just... I saw her, and I thought maybe she was there to help distribute the magic pockets."

Lyney's brow furrowed further, his concern growing. Why would you be at the harbor? The pieces of the puzzle didn't fit together in his mind. He clenched his jaw, trying to suppress the unease that threatened to bubble up.

Just then, a new assistant who was in charge of entrance and security approached, a curious expression on their face. "Lyney, who's (y/n)? I heard you mention their name."

Lyney's gaze flicked to the assistant, his heart skipping a beat at the mere mention of your name. He took a deep breath, steadying himself before he answered. "(y/n) is my girlfriend."

The assistant's face turned pale, a sudden shift in the atmosphere that Lyney couldn't quite place. Before he could inquire further, another assistant named Fabien chimed in, breaking the tension. "It's been a while since we saw (y/n) at the shows, hasn't it?"

Lyney's brow furrowed again, and he absentmindedly placed his fingers under his chin, a thoughtful gesture as he considered Fabien's words. It had been some time since you had appeared in any of his shows. Something wasn't adding up, and he couldn't ignore the gnawing feeling of unease.

As if sensing Lyney's thoughts, Jerome, the assistant who had asked about you, hesitated before speaking. "Lyney, I might have messed up."

Lyney turned his attention to Jerome, his eyes narrowing as he asked, "What do you mean?"

Jerome shifted uncomfortably, clearly troubled by whatever revelation he was about to share. "A few weeks ago, a woman named (y/n) came by during the performance at the Opera House. She told me that she was your girlfriend, but her name wasn't on the VIP list. I... I didn't let her in."

Lyney's eyes widened, shock and disbelief mingling on his face. "Wait, you're saying that (y/n) came to one of the shows, and you didn't let her in?"

Jerome nodded, his expression apologetic. "I'm sorry, Lyney. I just thought... I didn't want to go against protocol."

Lyney's eyes widened in shock, a gasp escaping his lips before he could stop it. It couldn't be possible that your name wasn't on the list. He had never excluded you from his shows before. The realization hit him like a physical blow, his heart pounding in his chest.

Serge, another assistant, chimed in, his voice carrying a mixture of matter-of-factness and concern. "Yeah, it's true. (y/n)'s name hasn't been on the VIP list for the past few shows."

Lyney's mind raced, piecing together the puzzle with growing dread. If your name hadn't been on the VIP list, it meant that you hadn't been attending his performances. But why? He couldn't comprehend why you wouldn't have been there. And then, Serge's words hit him like a lightning bolt, igniting a whirlwind of emotions he hadn't expected. Between all the chaos related to the prophecy, to the primordial sea, the fatui, he had forgotten to give your name once and the list had never been updated since then. "Why didn't you bring this to my attention, Serge?"

"I just assumed you and (y/n) broke up," Serge said, his tone apologetic. "Especially since you've been getting closer to Lumine lately."

Lyney felt like the ground had been pulled from beneath him. The assumptions, the misunderstandings – they were crashing down around him, leaving his heart in tatters. He wanted to protest, to explain that there was nothing between him and Lumine, that his heart still belonged to you. But the words caught in his throat, suffocated by the weight of his own silence.

Lynette's comforting hand on his shoulder brought Lyney back from the turmoil of his thoughts. Her touch was gentle, a silent reassurance that he wasn't alone in this. He met her gaze, his eyes filled with a mix of pain and regret, and she offered him a sympathetic smile.

"(y/n) will understand," she said softly, her voice carrying a soothing melody. "Misunderstandings happen, Lyney. You should talk to her and make it right. Maybe take her on a nice date, show her how much you care."

Lyney's gaze was distant, his thoughts a turbulent whirlpool. Make it up to you... The words echoed in his mind, and he suddenly realized how long it had been since the two of you went on a proper date. Months, it had been months. And then, like a punch to the gut, the memory hit him like a tidal wave. He had become so caught up in the chaos of his life – the prophecy, the secrets of the primordial sea, the Fatui's plans – that he had let something as important as your relationship slip through the cracks.

The anniversary... it had been a few weeks ago, and he hadn't been there. He hadn't kept his promise to be by your side. He clenched his jaw, the weight of his own neglect and forgetfulness crashing down on him. He remembered the day clearly now, how he had been sidetracked by Lumine's confession about never having eaten a croissant. It had led to a whimsical food adventure with Lumine and Lynette across Fontaine. He had lost track of time, of the significance of the day, as laughter and the joy of the moment had carried him away. He couldn't believe he had forgotten such an important day. The day that marked the beginning of your relationship, the promise of a shared journey. How could he have allowed himself to be so careless, so thoughtless? The realization was a knife in his heart, and he felt a heavy sense of regret settle over him like a shroud.

Lyney's mind raced with a newfound determination as Lynette's words echoed in his ears. He couldn't let this misunderstanding fester any longer. He had to make things right, to find you and explain, to apologize for his neglect. The realization of his mistakes had taken a toll on him, and he couldn't bear the thought of you feeling abandoned. You deserved better than that, and he was determined to show you just how much he cared.

Without a second thought, he left the backstage in a hurry, the urgency of his actions fueled by regret and love. He berated himself mentally for letting you down, for not being there for you when you needed him the most. You, who had embraced every part of him – his past, his affiliations with the Fatui, his ambitions, and his bond with Lynette. You had accepted him with open arms, without any grand expectations. The memories of your unwavering support, your soothing words, and your warm presence flooded his mind, adding fuel to his determination.

The path seemed endless as he ran, his heart pounding in his chest not only from the physical exertion but from the fear of what he might find. He had taken you for granted, assuming you would always be there, believing that your bond was unbreakable. But now, he was faced with the possibility that he had pushed you away, that you might have left because of his own mistakes. The image of you, the warmth of your smile, your unwavering support – it all flashed before his eyes as he reached your home. His breath was ragged as he halted in front of the door, his hand poised to knock. But before he could make contact, his heart sank at the sight before him. The door was slightly ajar, swinging open with an eerie quietness that set his nerves on edge.

He pushed the door open wider and stepped inside, calling out your name in a voice that betrayed both desperation and hope. "(y/n)?"

The sight that greeted him was nothing short of a gut-wrenching shock. The living room, once filled with warmth and memories, now lay barren and empty. The walls that had once held photographs and decorations were bare, the echoes of your presence erased from every corner. His breath caught in his throat, his chest tightening as his eyes landed on the center of the room. Everything was gone. All that remained was a solitary box in the center of the living room, accompanied by a dried bouquet of rainbow roses.

Lyney's fingers trembled as he reached for the dried bouquet of rainbow roses. His heart felt heavy as he carefully picked it up, his gaze fixated on the attached card. The edges of the card were slightly crinkled, and he noticed that it had been exposed to moisture before, the ink smudged in places. His chest tightened as he read the words, the sentiment behind them hitting him like a tidal wave.

"In a meadow full of Lumidouce Bells, you are my Rainbow Rose."

The corners of his lips twitched as he saw the lipstick stain in the shape of your lips, a bittersweet reminder of the affection you had poured into this note. And then, his eyes focused on the date below the message – the date of your anniversary. The realization hit him like a punch to the gut. This was the gift you had prepared for him, the gesture of love that he had so conveniently forgotten.

His stomach churned with nausea, regret, and self-loathing. How could he have been so blind, so absorbed in his own world that he had overlooked something as important as your anniversary? He swallowed hard, his throat dry as he placed the bouquet and the note gently to the side of the box, a mixture of reverence and guilt in his touch.

With hesitant hands, he opened the box, revealing its contents – a treasure trove of memories that he had unknowingly neglected. Trinkets, photographs, tokens of your shared journey. His fingers trembled as he reached for a small jar filled with dried Lumidouce Bell petals – from the very flowers he had given you after his magic tricks, a gesture that had turned into a tradition between you. His heart ached as he held the jar, each dried petal carrying a memory, a moment of joy and connection.

His fingers continued to explore the contents of the box, pulling out gifts that he had given you. Each memory resurfaced as he sifted through the box, his fingers brushing against trinkets, photographs, and gifts that once held a special place in your hearts.

A perfume bottle – a fragrance that had always reminded him of you. He could almost smell the subtle floral notes as he held it in his hands, a memory of the times you had embraced him, your scent mingling with the magic of the moment.

Earrings – he remembered the way your eyes had lit up when you had opened the box containing them. He had chosen them carefully, wanting them to be a reflection of your uniqueness, just like the love you shared.

A soft shawl – he recalled draping it over your shoulders during chilly evenings, the two of you huddled close together as you watched the stars. The shawl had become a symbol of the warmth you brought into his life.

His gaze shifted to the photographs, memories frozen in time. Pictures of him and you, smiles and laughter shared in moments that now felt distant yet vivid. Some photographs included Lynette and Freminet, reminders of the bonds that were important to you as a couple. He traced his fingers over the images, his heart aching with the weight of his regret.

But there was more in the box, a neatly wrapped package that drew his attention. His heart skipped a beat as he unwrapped it, revealing a new pair of gloves and a magician's cane. His initials and yours were engraved on the base inside a heart, a symbol of the love that had once burned brightly between you. He remembered the times he had performed magic tricks for you, the way your eyes had lit up with wonder and amazement. He recalled the joy you found in those moments, and he felt a lump form in his throat as he realized how much he had taken that happiness for granted. He could almost hear your voice, the excitement as you had presented him with the gift, the promise that you would always support him in his endeavors.

Tears welled up in Lyney's eyes as he held the magician's cane, his grip tight as if he could somehow hold onto you through it. He could feel the weight of his own mistakes pressing down on him, the ache in his chest almost suffocating. His gaze fell to the bottom of the box, where a note lay tucked away. With trembling fingers, he picked up the note, his heart pounding in his chest as he read the words.

"In a meadow full of Lumidouce Bells, you were my Rainbow Rose. But in the end, I was just a Lumidouce Bell."

The words were stained with tears, a stark reminder of the pain and heartache you must have felt. He clenched his fist, the note crumpling slightly in his grip. How had he let things come to this? How could he have pushed you to a point where you felt like you were just another fleeting moment in his life? He had hurt you deeply, and it was his fault that you had felt pushed aside and abandoned. The guilt and self-hatred were almost suffocating, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he imagined the pain you must have experienced.

Without another moment's hesitation, Lyney stood up, the cane still clutched tightly in his hand. He had to find you, he had to make things right. The thought of you being in pain, feeling betrayed and alone, was unbearable. He rushed out of the house, the echoes of the memories still ringing in his ears as he made his way to the aquabus that would take him to the Romaritime harbor.

The journey felt like an eternity, each passing second a reminder of the time he had wasted, the moments he had missed. He trembled with fear and anxiety, his heart pounding as he thought about what he would say to you if he found you. Would you even be willing to listen? Would you give him a chance to make amends?

As the aquabus docked at the harbor, Lyney's heart raced even faster. He rushed off the boat, scanning the area desperately for any sign of you. He asked bystanders, his voice a mix of urgency and desperation, but no one seemed to know where you were. Panic gnawed at his insides as he realized that you were truly gone, disappeared without a trace. He stumbled towards the docks; his vision blurred by tears. The water stretched out before him, a vast expanse that mirrored the emptiness he felt inside. He dropped to his knees, his fingers gripping the edge of the dock as he stared out at the water. He felt a surge of rage and self-loathing, his heart consumed by a storm of emotions. How could he have allowed this to happen? How could he have hurt you to the point where you felt like you had no choice but to leave?

The pain was almost physical, a crushing weight that settled over his chest, making it difficult to breathe. He stared out at the water, his vision blurred by tears, his thoughts filled with memories of you – your laughter, your smile, the warmth of your embrace. He had taken it all for granted, assuming you would always be there. And now, he was faced with the harsh reality that he had pushed you away, that he had lost you. As the water lapped against the shore, Lyney's heart felt as though it was shattering into a million pieces. He clung to the cane he still held in his hand; his knuckles white from the force of his grip. He had always been the magician, the one performing tricks and illusions, making things appear and disappear. But now, it was he who was left with a vanishing act – you, the most important part of his life, had disappeared, slipping through his fingers like sand. It was a cruel twist, a bitter taste of his own medicine.

A voice echoed in his mind – Lynette's words about misunderstandings, about making things right. But how could he make things right when you were nowhere to be found? How could he apologize and explain when he didn't even know where you were? The uncertainty gnawed at him, the fear that he might never get the chance to tell you how sorry he was, how much he loved you. He wished he could perform a real magic trick, make you reappear in front of him, hold you in his arms and tell you how much he needed you. But life wasn't a magic show, and the consequences of his neglect were painfully real. He had failed you, failed to protect the love you had shared, and now he was left with the emptiness of your absence. The realization hit him with a brutal force – you were truly gone, and he had no one to blame but himself.

Taglist: @hiraethsdesires; @sailorstar9; @aerithsthingss

(p.s - there is another Lyney oneshot I am working on which i mentioned in one of my posts. Please let me know if you want to be tagged on that one and no it isn't a part 2 for this one.)

“Oh, I see.” you nod, relieved. “Well, I can lower—”

“No, no, no, no,” Paimon interjects hurriedly, and even the traveler shakes his head. “Pleasure to do business with you! Paimon and Aether, at your service!”

“Really?” you can’t believe your luck—the traveler himself agreed to escort you to Fontaine! Or does it count if Paimon agrees on his behalf? “That's a relief. Even Katheryne of the guild had a strange expression when I posted my commission.”

“It’s probably because of the amount of zeroes you might’ve accidentally put,” Paimon murmurs.

Aether tugs on her foot as if warning her. “We'll be leaving soon. Are you prepared?”

“Oh, yes. My stuff’s over there by the bench, you see?”

Aether and Paimon’s faces simultaneously fall. “All of that?” Paimon starts counting it, gaping when she has four little fingers held up.

They sure complain a lot. “You can still back out.”

Aether takes a deep breath, making his way over to your luggage. When he brushes past, you hear him chanting 500,000; 500,000; 500,000 under his breath. He wordlessly carries all of them, his chest puffed and expression grave.

“They’re heavier than I thought,” Aether wheezes out as Paimon flits worriedly around him. “How long are you going to be staying in Fontaine?”

“Oh, just a day or two, maybe,” you say, taking pity and taking one bag from him. “Most of what’s inside are art supplies.”

“Ah,” Aether says.

“500,000,” Paimon reminds him.

“We’re close,” Paimon says, flying back to where you and Aether are still walking behind, him heaving and you offering water now and then. “I saw a huge ravine-looking view! It was like a city on a waterfall!”

“R-Really?” Aether puffs out a breath, sweat rolling off his temple.

You tried prying some of your bags away from him when it seemed like there were monsters up ahead, but he refused instead to fight them with one hand on his sword. He still won. You guessed that he was trying to make traveling easier for you, yet all you felt was immense worry.

“Are you feeling okay, Y/N?” Paimon asks, floating beside you. “You look unwell.” You should ask your companion that, instead.

“I’m a bit nervous. After all, it’s my first time traveling outside of Sumeru.” You smile, patting her head. She doesn’t seem to mind, beaming back. “But I need to get out of my comfort zone to be better, right?”

“That's right! Paimon has a feeling you’ll enjoy Fontaine!” You and Paimon glance at Aether when he heaves a heavy breath, yet he only waves the pair of you off with his free hand. “Before you know it, you’ll be itching to travel again once you’re back in Sumeru.”

“I'm only there for work. I just need to learn a lot, and then I'll enjoy it.”

“Still a student through and through, huh…”

“I can see it,” Aether chimes in, looking all too relieved to rest his arm finally. “I can see Fontaine up ahead.”

You feel the cool breeze brush against your face, a refreshing change from the past hours you and the other two have been trudging through the desert. You could strip off layers and dive if you could. You can make out the harbor even miles away, pouring water out like an endless waterfall stretching for miles.

Arriving in Fontaine is introducing yourself to the rustle of layered skirts, the water-kissed smell, and citizens left and right babbling about tragic endings and thrilling climaxes.

Aether sets your bags on the floor with a heavy exhale. Paimon feeds him with another jug of water.

“I guess we’re here now.” You pull out a heavy pouch you’ve been keeping in one of the bags Aether had been holding over his shoulder. Paimon takes it with greedy, greedy hands. “Thank you for keeping me safe and carrying my luggage, Traveler— are you even listening to me?”

“There’s a girl over there,” Aether says, now staring ahead.

You and Paimon turn to look; sure enough, someone is standing by the edge, looking forlornly over the water. Half of her foot is off the platform, making Paimon fidget.

She gasps. “She isn’t going to jump into the water, is she? Maybe we should go check on her…”

Halfway through Paimon’s sentence, you gathered the courage to speak to the girl with the cat ears.

“Hey, miss.” Her ear twitches. “Is something the matter?”

She turns, looking faintly surprised. If you weren’t so close to her, you wouldn’t have been able to tell there was a change in her expression. “I'm fine. thank you.”

“Oh.” Now things are a little awkward. “Is there something in the water you’re looking at? You might slip if you keep tipping forward.”

She peers below, unworried—silent.

“As long as you’re okay, I guess,” you sigh, awkwardly hovering above her shoulder when realizing it might come off strange if you touch her. “I’ll leave you be.”

Her lips twitch, something close to a smile. You don’t stick long enough to admire it, heading back to Aether and Paimon and shrugging at their inquisitive looks. “She says she’s fine.”

“I think it’s time for me to separate,” you say. “I want to take all of it in as much as possible. Paimon has my payment. Thank you both so much for keeping me safe.” Mostly Aether, though. But Paimon was there, emotionally.

“It’s no problem,” Aether says, his smile warmer than when you first met him. “Stay safe out there. You can look for us if you need anything else.”

“I don’t always pay 500,000 for each of my commissions.”

Paimon wilts. Aether flushes, stammering, “Not what I meant.” You laugh heartily as they wave when you walk off to the aquabus, hopefully, prepared for what Fontaine will give you.

Your sketchbook is a page away from completion when you hear about a magic show at the Opera House. Not that it was hard to miss—everyone and their grandmothers were prattling about nothing else but the entire day.

Fontaine is known for its love for dramatics, but the twins they keep mentioning must be a one-of-a-kind spectacle to have half their region’s population speak about them so reverently.

After wandering for hours, taking in the endless sights of fresh water streaming and grand castle-like modern buildings, you find yourself in the Fountain of Lucine. You’ve heard of Fontaine being somewhat titled the ‘City of Love,’ but seeing couples surrounding each nook and cranny of the tourist spots was still astonishing.

(You console yourself by thinking that there’s something romantic in sketching frantically while the rest of the crowd are sucking faces.)

To your luck, you spot three familiar heads in the fountain plaza.

Aether senses you before you can even say anything, glancing to the side and smiling when you wave at him.

Paimon flutters excitedly. “Y/N! We didn’t think we’d see you again this early. You look like you’re glowing.”

“Was it that obvious?” you laugh sheepishly. “Fontaine is beautiful; I couldn’t even stick too long in one place before I see something else that catches my attention.” You look to the girl you met earlier, who nods politely. “Hello. Are you three acquainted now?”

“Mhm!” Paimon says, hands on her hips. “This is Lynette! She’s inviting us to the show they’re holding here!” She gasps, “Speaking of—”

“Ah,” Lynette says quietly, “I couldn’t get an extra ticket. I’m sorry.”

Lynette is the magician you keep hearing about? With her seemingly reserved personality, you wouldn’t have guessed it. “Oh, no, it’s fine. I wouldn’t want to impose.”

“Paimon,” Aether speaks up. “They gave you your ticket, right? Why don’t you just float next to me or sit on my lap?”

Paimon’s eyes sparkle. “Great idea! That way, I can give my seat to Y/N, right?”

“You guys…” Your chest feels warm as Aether hands you one of the two tickets in his hand. “You really didn’t have to.” Is this what 500,00 gets you? The loyal companionship of Aether and Paimon?

“It’s a good idea,” Lynette says. “My brother wouldn’t want you to miss the show. He’d be devastated.”

“If you insist, then I suppose I can’t refuse.” Aether and Paimon do a cute little cheer. “But I need to return to the hotel; I can’t be watching a magic show carrying all these.” Surely Aether can understand.

Later, with your hands finally empty and charcoal-free, you rush back to the Opera Epiclese, the person standing guard kind enough to open the doors despite being a minute late.

“Welcome, one and all, to the Opera Epiclese!” The audience roars with cheers as the spotlight illuminates a figure on the center of the stage. You hurry to your seats, brushing past Aether and Paimon. “I am the star of today’s show, Lyney.”

Lyney bows, then stands upright with a Cheshire cat grin.

The thunder of the crowd’s applause is deafening. If you weren’t able to see it, you’d think that you hadn’t been clapping at all—senses numbed and your fixed stare all on the boy on the stage.

Your eyes catch on the small braid on the side of his head before the gleam of his eyes hypnotizes you.

He’s handsome, you think dizzily at the back of your head.

“Don’t blink,” he says, his voice lower as if meant to be a whisper, “or else you might miss it.”

The show proceeds. A dove soars away from inside as he flips his hat; you flush at hearing the soft laughter that slips from him after. The cards that materialize out of nowhere descend to the floor. His fingers shuffle the cards while talking to keep the audience satiated; they fly off his hands, yet he doesn’t lose focus, stretching them mid-air with a sleight of hand. They fall apart and come together neatly and precisely.

His stage presence is demanding. It would be as if Lady Furina herself would accuse you of committing a crime if you were to look away for even a second.

Then, when he scans the crowd, busy twirling his cards in his fingers, his gaze catches your awed ones.

Something in the air shifts. Or maybe it’s that it slows.

A card slips from his grasp. A mistake. He blinks and breaks eye contact, laughing heartily to play it off. But you don’t believe it—not when you swore your limbs locked in place as well when lilac drilled into your soul.

You breathe, hands bracing against your chest. What was that?

You would’ve played it off as something you imagined if not for Lyney continuing to glance at you occasionally. His slip-up had been forgotten, as though it was all part of the show.

(Is it also part of the show when it seems he’s unable to tear his eyes off of you?)

Of course, the twins prove their worth. They showed you exactly why the people of Fontaine adore watching them through theatrical magic, cards in their sleeves, and defying logic.

You’ve shuffled to the edge of your seat as Lynette disperses into bubbles and comes back alive. You’ve held your breath as Lyney emerges from the box across he was in a moment earlier.

You’ve also been witness to the murder of Cowell.

CRASH.

The shatter of glass resounded along with the horrified gasps of the audience. Sickeningly enough, you could almost hear the crack of bones if you hadn’t been crying out in alarm. Yet, as they gape and shriek over the sight of a limp arm popping out, you find your gaze tracing back to Lyney, who stands motionless in front of the box.

When Lady Furina points fingers and has everyone siding against him, the guards escort the audience from the Opera House. All evidence presented left Lyney in a spotlight unlike his performance: with a disgusted and unamused crowd. Even you have to agree that it isn’t looking well for his case at all.

Yet all you can think of as you leave the room is that Lyney looked as terrified as everyone else was—much too raw of an expression for someone to accuse him of anything at all. He looked young and scared.

(His hands were shaking.)

The rest of your Fontaine trip is admittedly duller when you’re a little more familiar with its city and don’t have a yapping little fairy and a capable Traveler by your side. It’s hard not to hear chatter about the events that went down: Lyney’s trial, Aether volunteering to be his lawyer, and the truth behind the real murderer.

It solved a case beyond the murder of Cowell. Fontaine sure has its mysteries, and the crowd sure loves them as they would a magic show.

You keep your hands busy. Last night, you found yourself thinking back to the magic show, to deft fingers weaving through cards, to violet eyes that kept on flickering to you. By the time you snap back to reality, you’ve subconsciously drawn shapes and lines that suspiciously look like the magician himself: the curve of a smile, piercing eyes, and you entranced by it all.

Flustered, you crumple his face staring back at you out of sight. Yet you can’t bring yourself to throw it away.

You shove the last bit of garlic baguette in your mouth to furiously bat these unwanted thoughts away.

“Isn’t that Y/N?” Paimon’s voice is unmistakable, a short distance off.

You jump out of your skin, spinning to see Aether and Paimon waving and walking over to you. You thought they'd already left Fontaine after that; you wouldn’t blame them if they did.

“Y/N! We haven’t seen you since the Opera House performance,” Paimon exclaims, twirling around your head like a thrilled fly circling a trash can.

You hold onto her back, hoping she’ll stop making you dizzy. “We were escorted out before I could say goodbye. I couldn’t watch the court trial but heard it all turned out fine.”

“That’s right!” Paimon nods proudly. “Paimon helped a ton during it; you should’ve seen it! What have you been doing?”

“I found a fellow architect while visiting the cafe nearby, and we chatted for hours,” you say, remembering that your voice is hoarse for that reason. You also don’t tell them you couldn’t get a certain magician off your mind. “I learned a lot. I don’t regret coming here one bit.”

Paimon says something else that you’re sure you’ve nodded absentmindedly at while your gaze wanders over to the two familiar people a few feet behind, watching you three with cat-like eyes—and it’s not just because of Lynette’s unique features.

“Those are the magicians, right?” you gesture behind Paimon and Aether as if you haven’t already familiarized yourself with their faces.

Paimon nods. “Uh-huh. You should introduce yourself! They look like they want to talk.”

Something about that feels foreboding. “Um, no, it’s fine. I don’t want to be rude and interrupt your conversation.”

“No,” Aether says firmly. He seldom speaks; you might as well play along if he says so. “Besides, Paimon is right. Lyney wants to talk to you, you know?”

“Oh, yeah! He kept mentioning seeing someone sitting beside us! And it couldn’t have been Neuvillette because he said it was an unfamiliar beauty that bewitched this weak magician’s heart.” Paimon nods, even recalling how he’s enunciated each syllable theatrically.

“I’m sorry?” you blurt. “Lyney recognizes me? What did I do?”

“Paimon thinks it’s because Lyney is curious about who Lynette met! He was like that with us, too.” Paimon changes her pitch to match Lyney’s. “Are these your friends, Lynette?”

Aether’s eyes feel like they know something you don’t. “It won’t hurt to strike up a conversation with Lyney. He’s been shaken up since the trial.”

There’s something unspoken hidden in his words. “What does that mean?”

Paimon doesn’t wait for an answer, grabbing you by the arm and dragging you to where the twins are waiting. Aether chuckles as he jogs behind.

“Paimon, Aether,” Lyney says, almost sly, “You haven’t introduced us to your friend here.”

“Paimon can do it!” She floats on top of your head and does a bit of jazz hands. “This is Y/N, the one who commissioned us to escort them from Sumeru up to Fontaine.”

“Generously,” Aether adds.

It’s a little embarrassing to have the legendary Traveler and Paimon introduce little old you to a famous magician such as himself, but his grin is still excited.

“From Sumeru?” Lyney repeats, smiling wider when you nod—as if that crumb of attention is enough for him. “I see.”

He performs a bow around the same height as where your hands rest; he takes one, kisses the back of your palm, and smiles against your skin. “I’m Lyney, and she is my sister, Lynette.”

“It’s nice to see you again.” You smile at Lynette, who nods in return. Lyney straightens to look at his sister.

“We met when the Traveler and Paimon just arrived at the harbor,” Lynette sighs even without looking at her brother.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” you say, meeting Lyney’s eyes. The spot where he kissed is still warm—tingling. “Your show was incredible, despite what happened. I’m glad that the truth revealed itself.”

“Thank you.” Lyney’s gaze sharpens. “I saw you at the performance, yes. I was worried for a second you might steal the show if you were to come up on stage.”

You blink. “Are you saying—”

Lyney grins, “I apologize that the night had to end that way; it must’ve been horrifying. Say, what if I give you a little show right now to make it up to you?” Did he make it up to each one of his audience, too?

This is not a man acting “shaken up,” as Aether put it.

“You really don’t have to.” You glance at Aether and Paimon, silently asking for help; however, they’re too far gone, urging you to say yes with gestures and encouraging nods.

Lyney tilts his head, demanding your attention on him once more.

You sigh. “I would love to see it if you don’t mind.”

“Of course!” Lyney looks like he’s the sun bursting personified. “It would be a pleasure, ma chérie. Not to worry, it’s nothing life-threatening. I just need you to focus on me.”

Not that it’s hard. The others have become a dull buzz in your mind as Lyney holds your gaze. “Okay.”

Lyney smiles, much softer, satisfied. “Good. Now,” he tips his hat, “recently, I’ve received a little lesson from someone about the language of flowers. Are you familiar with them?”

“Not in Fontaine, no,” you mumble, watching his hands closely. You were expecting a rabbit to hop out of that hat any second now.

“Shame. But I suppose I wouldn’t want to spoil the fun.” Lyney snaps his finger, then deposits his hand inside his hat. “Hmm… Oh? Something’s not quite right. Would you mind looking into this hat for me to see if the flower is here?”

You hesitate. The hat is so close to him.

Swallowing, you nod, leaning in to inspect his hat at a careful pace. All you can sense is the faint scent of heat Lyney is emanating, the breath you two share, and the pounding of your chest. You swear you could also hear his, matching yours.

“The hat’s empty.”

Lyney smiles wider. “Yes, perhaps because you already have it.”

You jump back in surprise, your hands patting your body to see where he could have snuck the flower in. With your frantic movement, the flower falls off from what seems to have come from your head—Lyney catches it.

His mouth carves into a smirk, leaning to invade your personal space, his free hand coming up to tuck hair behind your ear. “Careful.”

Your face is burning. Plucking the flower out, the delicate and tender pink sears into your palm. “What does this flower mean?”

“What does it, I wonder?” Lyney whispers thoughtfully. “I suppose you’ll have to tell me once you find out.”

And when he inclines backward, it feels like you can breathe again. Time flows normally, and the people passing by seem much louder than before—as though you’ve surfaced from underwater.

Lyney clears his throat. “Shame I haven’t prepared myself a grand show for you, but I suppose that would call for another time, wouldn’t it?”

Lynette is looking at Lyney as if he is stupidly amusing.

“Thank you,” you say, burning, burning. “For the show, I mean.”

“That was a little weird,” Paimon whispers to Aether, but she is terrible with keeping volume and has everyone turning to her with varying expressions. “P-Paimon means that was good! Wow, Lyney! Isn’t that a different flower you gave us? That’s the flower Charlotte was talking about, right?”

“Rainbow rose?” Aether supplies.

“Yes! It means—”

“Ahem.” Lyney is quick to interrupt. “Lynette and I must take our leave now, if you don’t mind. It was fun catching up with you two.” You have to hold your ground and not look away when he hones in on your figure. “And it’s a pleasure meeting you. Don’t be a stranger. Look for me if you want more.”

His smile is a little devilish, you now realize.

“Bye,” Lynette says blankly, following after her brother, who seemed to be hurrying to exit.

His ears were red.

“You’re still staring.”

“I am not,” you rebuke hotly, flailing to cover Aether’s mouth with your hands. Yet all it does is bring your attention back to where Paimon and Aether are staring—the rainbow rose on your person.

Paimon and Aether yelp when you drag them away despite Lyney having already left the scene.

“Hey—! Don’t just go dragging Paimon around like a balloon like that! Did Lyney get to your head that much?”

“He did not.”

Paimon tilts her head, frowning. You shy away from her worried gaze, glaring at the flower instead. You still don’t know how Lyney managed to get it there; you hold it to your chest, where your heart is racing miles per minute because of his stupidly smug smile.

“What does this flower mean, Paimon?”

Paimon seems elated to be of help. “Easy! Charlotte told us that Rainbow Roses mean ‘passion’ and most notably ‘romantic encounters’!”

“Passion,” you curse. The rose seems as if it is staring back innocently, unknowing of the turmoil you’re going through because of it. “Romantic encounters.’ ugh.”

You can still remember how Lyney’s eyes twinkled as you felt his breath against your face.

“Ooh, he thinks he can trick me. He thinks he can affect me just because it pleases him to do so. I’ll show him. I’ll show him! I am not a blushing maiden!”

“You’re already very affected by this,” Paimon says, yet it’s lost by your newfound determination. Two can play at this game.

You’ve definitely been staying in Fontaine longer than what you told Aether and Paimon, but you can’t leave yet. Not when you found yourself walking to a flower shop to purchase a vase, fiercely digging through soil, turning gentle when your fingers reach for the Rainbow Rose. Not when you see it in the corner of your eyes as you try to sleep, and you find yourself daydreaming about a charming violet-eyed virtuoso.

It’s for research, you excused lamely at the hotelkeeper who didn’t ask why you’re extending your stay. In truth, not that you’d tell anyone. It was because you were hoping for another grand show from him. A farewell show for you—closure.

If you were to travel back home and get too drunk to think straight, Kaveh would learn about your crisis (romantic awakening?) and laugh at your face.

In hopes of looking for your Fontaine architect friend, you spot Lyney instead, on the side of the street surrounded by cheering kids. They clap and jump, and Lyney laughs. “One more, one more!”

“Again?” Lyney does an exaggerated sigh. “I’m starting to run out of cards in my sleeves. I’ve guessed my entire deck from your hands by this point!”

“But, Mr. Magician,” one of them whines, pouting up at him and blinking, “we want to see more! We want to know how you do it!”

“Alright, how about this, hm?” And then Lyney peers right at you. Ironically, you’re the one startled when you’ve been watching that entire spiel, and he hasn’t acknowledged your presence beforehand. “Y/N, would you mind giving these children a little show with me?” He gestures for you to come closer.

“What show?” you ask suspiciously, taking slow steps in case he pulls out another flower out of nowhere.

“You don’t have to worry,” Lyney laughs. “Will you be my assistant for this show? You are very familiar with this trick.”

“Please, we want to see!”

You falter at the little kids’ excited grins, especially when paired with Lyney’s pout and round eyes. “Okay, tell me what to do.”

His eyes do the little gleam again. “Stand in front of me, mon lapin.”

Your heart is skipping beat after beat, making itself known as you shuffle until Lyney is directly behind you.

“Relax, chérie, you just need to stand still.” It’s a little hard to relax when you feel his breath against the back of your neck, but you won’t give him the satisfaction of admitting that, so you keep your chin high and relax your shoulders. “Good.” 

He begins to speak louder to his awaiting audience. “I know it’s hard to keep your eyes off this beauty before me, but watch the hat for a surprise, alright?”

He flips it for his little audience, one hand resting on your waist and the other extended to hold his top hat. The proximity is almost suffocating. You watch with bated breath, and they complain about it being empty.

“Oh, is it?” Lyney hums, twirling the hat until it’s flipped upside down, presented right before you. “Perhaps I need my assistant’s help.” You snap out of your daze when you realize he’s talking to you. “Y/N, do me a favor and show them the flower inside.”

You reach inside the hat and, much to your surprise, feel a stem. You pull it out; the Rainbow Rose stares back at you, almost mocking you, saying he did pull out a flower out of nowhere. It's this trick again.

The kids gasp in awe and confusion—it’s all the same for Lyney, who snaps his fingers and creates magic like he was made to. Like magic was for him to summon with his hands.

“What? It was empty!”

“Where did that come from? I was watching Mister Magician’s hands the whole time!”

“Are you a magician, too?”

“No,” you say lamely, holding the rose, feeling Lyney still patiently standing behind you. Heat crawls up your neck. “No, I’m not. It’s all Lyney.”

“It’s all me,” Lyney echoes in amusement. “You’re quite magical yourself.” Finally, he spares you, pulling away to stand beside your figure. He doesn’t take the rose back—maybe even give it to one of the children. He knows exactly what he’s doing. “That’s enough for today. The sun is setting, and your parents might get worried.”

They pout and slump their shoulders, but Lyney has this older brother's sternness to him that has the children scurrying back home anyway.

You then realize having to stand in front of Lyney was unnecessary.

The flower is warm. Lyney’s eyes slip to yours.

“I didn’t even have to stand in front of you like that,” you complain, heart inclined to race off your body.

“Yes, but I feared that I would slip up again if I were to catch a glimpse of your face,” Lyney admits smoothly. His lips curl into a smirk when you stare wordlessly. “What? Don’t believe me? I had to improvise when I saw you watching from afar.”

“A great magician such as yourself? Making a mistake? I doubt it.”

“You already have such high expectations placed on me, chérie,” Lyney says, his smile easy, but his ears are a little red, poking out from his hair. “That’s no good. With no audience, I’m just plain ‘Lyney’ to you.”

“No trickery? No cards up your sleeves?” you play along.

Lyney doesn’t miss a beat. “No, though I do have a few more roses begging to be held by your hands.”

“They can keep begging.” Lyney grins wider when you glance down at his hands. “Do you give them off to everyone you meet?”

“Who do you take me for?” Lyney isn’t offended; he laughs, delighted. He is preening under the sunset—or maybe it’s your attention. “Of course not. At least, not like this.”

You stare, unimpressed. “Sure.”

“So cold, chérie,” Lyney sighs, plucking the stem from your fingers to slot it behind your ear. It seems he likes doing that. “Here I am, trying to get you to warm up to me, and you treat me like this.”

“You don’t have to. I’ll be going back home soon anyway.”

Lyney’s expression shifts into something more unrecognizable, his eyes dipping down to somewhere below your nose. “Oh. Avoiding attachment?”

You nod.

He grins, and he’s still so close. He knows how to entrance his audience, pulling you in until you forget to resist. Always watch the hands; yet Lyney could be digging a dagger to your side at this moment, and you wouldn’t even notice.

“I’m flattered you even want to avoid me because you know you’d get attached,” he purrs, tilting his head. Is Lyney just big on personal space? 

“Don’t assume,” you retort. “I know how guys like you think. Even a magician as great as yourself can’t trick someone who’s already seen through it.”

“It would be easier if it were just a trick, wouldn’t it?” Lyney sighs, much to your confusion. “I take it that someone has told you what this flower means?”

You’ve nearly forgotten all about it. “Yes.” You find yourself unable to look directly into his eyes. “I know.”

But even with that, you can still feel his heavy gaze, pinning you down and threatening the strength of your knees. You suppose it comes with being a performer—watching his audience carefully, pinpointing each micro expression to say the right words.

“There doesn’t have to be any attachments.”

“What are you trying to say right now?”

Lyney’s reaches for your hip, sharing your gaze like he doesn’t know how to do anything else. “That you enamor me. That I am holding back from wanting you. I know you feel the same—you can never hide anything from a magician. But if you’re concerned,” he mumbles, “then this doesn’t have to mean anything. You may call it infatuation.”

You want to laugh. Or maybe you want to cry. Most of all, you want to nod helplessly, wrap your arms around his neck, and give in. It’s hard not to when he looks at you like that. “You want me that bad?”

“I almost want to disagree.”

“Almost?” Lyney gets closer, and you stop him with a palm on his chest. “We’re outside.”

Lyney grins. “Have you forgotten what Fontaine is also known for? No one would bat an eye. Love is in the air, and all that.”

“Absolutely not.”

“So still you’re letting me?”

You laugh this time. Letting him, as if you aren’t the one itching to pull him close and find out what he’s like behind the curtains. “Are you asking me as plain old ‘Lyney?’”

Lyney brightens, clearly pleased there wasn’t a ‘no’. “Yes.”

“No tricks?”

“No tricks. No strings.”

You let him lead you away into some dark alleyway. He kisses you like he was longing to do so all his life. You have only met him that fateful day, not even a week ago. But you claw at him like you get it—like he’s ruined you for anyone else the moment you shared gazes in the Opera House.

Romantic encounters, you quietly recall as Lyney swipes a thumb over your aching bottom lip.

You don’t see Lyney the day after that. And for some reason, it makes the itch worse. (Perhaps it’s because you’ve gotten a taste and can’t get enough.)

It’s mostly your fault, the sudden disappearance—you’ve cooped yourself up in the hotel room, buried your face in pillows, and screamed. You berate yourself for giving in, but another part of you—one that’s louder than any other thought in your head—wants to do it again. Wants to hold his handsome face in your hands and have him kiss you breathless. That was nothing like you had ever felt before.

You groan. It’s another new day. You might as well make some progress with your portfolio.

There’s a Café you’ve been visiting more often than not. Ordering a drink and spending a good chunk of your day sketching the view. Instead, you find yourself staring at Aether, Paimon, and Lynette seated at one of the tables.

Lynette’s eyes flick up to yours as she sips tea. She murmurs something to the other two, and you watch with amusement as Aether and Paimon’s heads snap to face you.

You let your gaze wander, eventually landing on Lyney, who is reciting his order with his charming-act-on smile, who is present because of course he is. You want to turn and run away, but that’d be letting Lyney win, and you’re nothing if not stubborn and prideful.

“Y/N!” Paimon greets once you’re within earshot, kicking her feet happily. “Good morning! What are you doing here?”

“Breakfast,” you reply, waving at them. Aether pulls a chair from the other table and gestures for you to sit. “Did I interrupt something?”

“Nope!” Paimon swipes a fork from the table and digs in on the Ile Flottante, leaving nothing for Aether. “Lynette and Lyney told us about another show they’re holding to make up for the previous one.”

“Mouth full,” Aether reminds her, a little too late as the Ile Flottante spews from her mouth.

“Really now? Maybe I can pay properly for a ticket this time,” you laugh, nodding at Lynette. She smiles faintly, hiding it behind the rim of her cup. Lynette sure is the polar opposite of her twin brother.

A shadow looms from behind, the silhouette of a figure with an unmistakable top hat. You tilt your chin and see Lyney peering down at you with a sweet smile. You will yourself to keep your gaze focused on his eyes only and nowhere else below the nose.

Speak of the devil…

“Sweetheart,” Lyney says instead of exchanging pleasantries like a normal person.

“Lyney,” you reply in kind. Then you look away upon realizing that Aether, Paimon, and Lynette had been silently watching the exchange with muted, stunned expressions.

Lyney, holding a tray of drinks and food in both hands, scoots the chair next to yours with his ankle. “I wasn’t informed that Y/N would be joining us,” he says, setting the drinks and plates down like a waiter with a flourish. “You can drink mine. Let me order another.”

You hold onto his wrist as he makes his way back. He turns to you, surprised. “Let me at least pay for my own breakfast.”

Lyney grins, delicately withdrawing from your grip. He places a loud kiss on your hand. “Don’t worry about it.” And then leaves, because he can’t take no for an answer.

“Is it just me,” Paimon starts as you resign yourself to finishing Lyney’s drink (It’s your favorite, the one you always order), “or is Lyney acting weird around Y/N?”

Aether laughs. “There's definitely something going on. Don’t end up staying too long in Fontaine, now. What was it you told us? ‘A day or two’.”

You huff, your face turning unbearably warm. “Shut up, you two. I am here to do research, not to find a summer fling.” You’ve already failed, but they don’t need to know about that.

If you were to touch your lips with your fingers, you’d think of no one else but Lyney’s hands on your hips and his mouth swallowing your words.

Lynette clears her throat, a quiet but noticeable thing. “Don’t be fooled by my brother, Y/N.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I’m still keeping my safe distance.”

She shakes her head. “That’s not what I mean. Don’t be fooled by my brother.” She stares at you from the rim of her cup—something about that has you listening obediently. “No matter what he tells you, he always cares too much. No matter what you may think, he always gets hurt first.”

“That’s not…” You can’t imagine that. From the start, it’s always felt like he was the one who could do what he wanted.

No tricks.

Lynette is his twin, after all. She knows him best.

No strings.

Defeated, you sip on the straw with the same fervor of an aggravated hilichurl, and that’s the end of that.

Conversations during breakfast are much lighter when Lyney returns with a full meal as his treat. Celebration, he says. Celebration for what? Who knows? Lyney winked, but his glance directed to you said enough.

“You say that you don’t want to get attached, but you’re awfully close to the Traveler, of all people,” Lyney says offhandedly once the others have left for their own matters.

You lean against your seat, grinning. “Are you jealous?”

He doesn’t say anything, instead upturning his nose as if scrambling to regain control. You laugh, oddly endeared. Lyney turns his head away, trying to hide the smile that curls his lips upon hearing it.

“Hey,” Lyney says seriously, reaching for your hand. “Where have you been yesterday?”

“Why? Missed me?”

And because he’s Lyney, he takes his time kissing each of your knuckles. It’s more intimate than the whole ‘no strings’ arrangement you agreed on, but you suppose Lyney thinks that any physical attention is free reign. “What would you do if I said yes?”

“You’ll be fine,” you say slyly. “You’ll have to get used to it if you want to risk your heart just to get laid.”

He rolls his eyes, tugging you closer. “I’m not risking anything to get laid. Do you think so lowly of yourself, chérie?”

“Isn’t this all there is to it? Physical attraction,” you ask, genuinely confused.

Lyney blinks. “Of course, but—” His eyes flicker down, and his words trail off.

When you speak, you feel your breath bounce back from his skin—a testament to your proximity. “Lyney,” you whisper. For what? Urging him to continue? Urging him to close this distance? You’re not sure, either.

You have so much to ask. What do you mean? Why can’t you finish your sentence? Why don’t you just kiss me already? But it’s hard to speak; Lyney’s name is all you can think of. 

You whisper his name again. His grip on your hands tightens and loosens, a frustrated frown creeping up his brows.

Your hand shoots out to reach for the back of his head and give in. He flinches for a second before relaxing completely.

His lips almost taste sweeter than his words. Almost as sweet as how he finds purchase on your waist and holds your chin during every kiss.

You pull away to breathe, missing how he leans closer to chase after you and pouting when he can’t. “Yeah. That—That didn’t have to mean anything. I just wanted to know what it felt like again.”

“Yeah.” Lyney licks his lips, his gaze unable to tear away from where yours are swollen. “Yeah, I know. You taste like my drink.”

Really, no one’s surprised you gravitate towards each other again, feeling like you’re soaring and melting into a puddle at the same time. Lyney doesn’t touch you where you both know would cross the line, but he grips near possessively to what he can, as if breathing you in and worshipping your skin.

You know after this, he’d go back on stage, fooling his audience with what’s invisible to the average eye, as if this never happened. You know this because this is your deal: satiate the feverish attraction you have with each other and leave once you’re satisfied. (But you also know that you’ll be thinking of his touch and his lips while you stare at the vase beside your bed.)

Lyney is a magician, first and foremost.

He hooks you in, and keeps all your attention to himself like he’d die without it. Then he disappears with a snap of a finger. He’s finished his trick, leaving you befuddled in your seat with more questions than answers.

As you drift off to sleep, all you can think of is that there are two roses now.

“Brother.”

Lyney looks up from where he’d been entertaining Rosseland, seeing Lynette with a stern face. “What? What happened?”

Her tail flicks. “You said you weren’t going to get attached.”

Lyney exhales softly, his eyes slipping shut. “I’m not.”

Lynette finds herself smiling softly. “I may just be your assistant, but you can’t lie to your own twin.”

He buries his face in his hands. With his sight gone, images of your face while whispering his name flash in his mind. His eyes fly open, mortified, his whole face red. “I don’t know how it happened. I didn’t think it’d be deeper than that.”

He was the magician in this, but it felt as if you were the one who tricked him instead.

It’s been two weeks since you first arrived in Fontaine. By this point, you’ve grown more familiar with its views than your own city. Having Aether, Paimon, Lynette, and even Freminet around doesn't make it any easier for you to feel at home.

And then there’s the Lyney Situation. You meet up most nights, more than that when he’s free from shows. He keeps seeking you out, and you keep letting him in. There was one night where Lyney spent the night instead of heading straight to the door—and those nights turned into two, then three, and then he finds any excuse to keep doing it.

It’s not like you could stop. He told you look for me if you want more, and you always want more, because how could you not? Lyney treats you like he’s never had to take care of anything more precious but still manages to render you breathless like you’ve never experienced thrill the way he gives it to you before.

But you still have to go back home. And Lyney still has his own life, has his secrets. He feels untouchable even when your arms are wrapped around his neck.

No strings attached can still work for summer flings, doesn’t it? And what are summer flings, if not just that?

Lyney hovers above with his hands caging your face. He’s grinning so wide—and you’ve seen all kinds of smiles on him with your time spent together, but it was never this genuine.

“You’re bad for me.” He says it like a confession, a prayer.

You raise an eyebrow. “What did I do to you?”

His hand trails down until he’s rubbing shapes on your hips. “Make me feel like I’m myself whenever I’m with you.”

At your silence, Lyney clears his throat. “But it’s not like that, don’t worry. I just mean—”

And how does that even make sense? He pours his heart, then later reveals it’s nothing but a decoy to keep this facade realistic.

“Oh,” you say.

That was the final act you’d been waiting for. The final trick—the farewell show.

And so you pack your bags—shoved your sketchbook back inside, face forward, and promise not to look back. Leaving Sumeru hasn’t even been this hard.

Aether and Paimon shouldn’t be surprised if they find you missing; they’d been the first to know that your stay in Fontaine isn’t meant to last forever. And you’ve warned Lyney about this. Avoiding attachments? It felt more like running away from your problem.

Lyney is a busy man on his own; you’re nothing but some architect from a different region who happened to get caught up with him at the right time.

You sigh and call for the aquabus.

A hand clasps around your wrist, pulling you to collide against a familiar chest. Lyney’s eyes are wide, almost insane. Sweat clings to his forehead, and his breath comes in frantic pants.

“W-What—”

Lyney’s eyes search your face. Or maybe it’s him trying to convince himself that you’re right there, in front of him. “You didn’t even tell me.”

“I—I’m sorry—”

“Were you just going to leave like that? Don’t you think I at least deserve a farewell?”

“Lyney, I’m sorry. I know, that was stupid.” You haven’t seen him with an expression like this before—so raw and broken, begging to be glued together with your hands. “I didn’t want to formally say goodbye because I knew I'd want to stay.”

“That’s stupid,” he repeats in agreement.

You breathe shakily, eyes scanning the stunned crowd. What’s The Great Magician Lyney doing here? Holding some stranger in his arms? That must be what they’re thinking.

“How did you even know I was leaving?”

Lyney’s eyes cut down to his hand, gripping a crushed rose. “I was paying a visit to an empty room.” Embarrassed, he tries to toss it away, but you take it before he can.

You wordlessly place it in its home: the spot behind your ears. You don’t tell him that the two other roses he gave you serve as bookmarks in the sketchbook you’ve used all up in Fontaine. Where you’ve drawn his face more often than not.

Lyney groans in frustration, his hands curling around your waist. “Is staying so bad?”

“It’s not like I’m leaving forever.”

And then you notice Lyney’s hands. They’re shaking uncontrollably, not unlike how it did during that incident—and with it came the frantic exhales, as if natural human breathing alone is already hard enough for him.

“Oh, Lyney,” you say softly. You drop your bags and embrace him fully.

He doesn’t hesitate in pulling you closer, burying his face on your neck. “Don’t—don’t,” he gasps, “don’t just try to leave like that.”

It’s hard seeing Lyney like this. He’s usually so composed and easy-going. He gulps in a deep breath, and his voice cracks as he calls for you. This must be something out of his control—something deeper than the back of his stage.

“Y/N,” he whispers.

“Lyney,” you call back as gently.

He swallows your surprised noise with his mouth, moving against you like you’re his last meal on Teyvat. He’s still shaking, but it has subsided the longer you stay pressed against each other. You’re not sure if it’s his Pyro vision or if it’s your skin burning at the thought of Lyney’s skin against yours. It’s searing.

This is different from the last kisses you shared.

Passion, you think dizzily, breathless from his hunger. This is passion.

“What was that for?” you ask, embarrassingly winded.

Lyney brushes his thumb over your bottom lip. He looks sad. As though he only comes alive when you’re with him. “A kiss to make up for your absence in the following weeks.”

“I can always come back,” you say. “No, I will come back. I promise. I just need to get home for a bit.”

“Okay.” Lyney nods, exhaling heavily. “Yeah. I know, I understand. Once you come back, come straight to me, alright?”

“Of course.” You lean in to kiss his cheek. You’ve never done it before because it always came off too intimate. And judging by the blush that explodes on his face, he thinks the same.

It all doesn’t matter. The line has been crossed days ago; you’ve just been turning away from seeing it.

He kisses you again. Then again. “Have a safe trip,” he says in between kisses. “I almost wish you commissioned me to escort you, regardless of the price.”

“What, you want 500,00?” The aquabus has arrived; Lyney grips you a little tighter, childishly willing himself not to see it.

“500,000 kisses, and more.” Lyney rests his forehead against yours, his captivating eyes keeping you still, the way it always does. “But you can give me that when you come back.”

( Before they were taken away from the stage for an investigation, Lynette comes up to her brother and asks, “What happened back there, Lyney? I thought you were about to twist your own fingers.”

He is unsure how to tell his sister that he saw your awed expression and nearly lost his wits.

“It was nothing,” Lyney admits, his face growing hot at recalling his slip-up. 

It wasn’t out of embarrassment, no—not when the memory of your wide-eyed beaming expression and how his mind blanked along with the skip of his heart plagued his mind.

“It was nothing,” he repeats numbly. It’s not. It was the start of something. )

a/n ok just a quick rant this fic BROKE ME. it was like every other day i hated then loved writing this fic. im not used to writing fics this long so pacing is not my forte </3 but i just feel proud of myself for finishing this so HOPE U LIKED IT. if ure still reading until here ily ❤️

more a/n two lyney fics and two kissing scenes. i can’t even lie to myself. everyone can tell.

more more a/n it was halfway through writing this fic that i rewatched the magic show and only noticed lyneys hands were shaking and i GOT SO SAD OMF 😭😭😭😭