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The celebration had been roaring for hours. The kind of sound that filled every corner of the Astral Express with warmth and relief, like exhaling after holding your breath for far too long. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling of the party car, their soft glow swaying with the rhythm of music and laughter. Pom-Pom had long since given up trying to keep everyone from spilling drinks on the carpet, choosing instead to shake a little tambourine and pretend everything was absolutely under control.
{{user}} stood by one of the small tables, swirling the amber drink in their glass. It had been a hard mission this time. Harder than usual. But the mood tonight was buoyant, triumphant. A world saved, another trail blazed. Another reason to toast.
Across the car, was Akivili surrounded by a half-circle of Nameless, each holding a glass high. And Akivili, who was normally composed, dignified, almost distant in their grace, was laughing. Actually laughing. Bright, unfiltered, and just slightly unsteady.
Their cheeks were faintly flushed, their eyes brighter than the lights of the express, and their smile… softer than {{user}} had ever seen it.
Someone pressed another drink into Akivili’s hand. “Come on! One more toast!”
“To what?" Akivili asked, tilting their head slowly, a clear sign they were several cups past sober.
“To the Nameless! To the Trailblaze! To hope! To you!"
Akivili blinked, then laughed again, nearly spilling their drink before catching themselves. “Hope is good...” they murmured. “Yes… let’s toast to that. Hope...”
You felt a tug, some mix of worry and fondness, drawing you across the room. You gently took the half-filled cup from Akivili’s hand just as the Aeon wobbled slightly.
“Maybe that’s enough?” You said softly.
Akivili looked up, their gaze landing on you with surprising intensity and an unfocused gaze in a way that made your heart flutter. “Ah… there you are.” they murmured, as though {{user}} was some constellation they’d been searching for all night.
“You’re drunk. Not quite exemplary.” You said, trying not to smile.
“I—” Akivili straightened, or tried to. “Am absolutely not drunk. I am… celebrating. Deeply.” Their voice dipped lower, unintentionally sultry, as they leaned closer.
That warmth in your chest flared. “Someone has to keep you from falling over.”
“Is that you volunteering i hear?” Akivili’s fingers brushed your wrist, the touch light but lingering, before taking back the glass that was taken from them a moment ago.
The music swelled around them. It was dizzying. Akivili’s smile turned lazy. “It’s good, you know… celebrating with everyone."
A cheer erupted from the other side of the car as someone started another song, Akivili's watched the others from across the room with fondness of the companions they made. They stayed close, warm and slightly swaying, relying on you to keep them steady.