#Zafira Life

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Wymiana sprzęgła Opel Warszawa

Zafira Life, Vivaro Tourer, Grandland, Crossland, Karl, Cascada, Adam, Mokka, Ampera, Combo, Insignia, GT, Antara, Meriva, Signum, Speedster, Agila,Zafira

#Wymiana sprzęgła Opel Warszawa #Zafira Life #Vivaro Tourer #Grandland #Crossland #Karl #Cascada #Adam #Mokka #Ampera #Combo #Insignia #GT #Antara #Meriva #Signum #Speedster #Agila #Zafira

[moth-tea-merchant]

Question for everyone,

what does your commander/Way finder think of Peitha? Do they find her distrustful? Do they find her interesting? I'd love to know, you can put in the tags or respond in reblog

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #soto spoilers #soto #gw2 soto #gw2 peitha #peitha #secrets of the obscure #for soto i made awhole new character bcs my comander is retierd and living her life now in Cantha with Rama and her daughter #But Zafira was very hesitent at first. shes a Largos whos been extremly antiscocil her whole life so suddnelya voice in her head #is very jaring. but after her time with her in Amnytas. spasifical when she encounters teh Entety and Peitha feels her fear #and sees her pass. the way peitha reacted equaly fearful and also concerd made her warm up to her more #and now they're harboring Feelings[tm] for eachother

[xmaveria]

Achieving dreams by making oc magazine covers

#editor asks if you believe in life after love #did you all know i have ocs I can't believe it either #this is my queen #she deserves a magazine cover #my art #graphic design IS my passion in ocs only #zafira

[fatherforgivethem]

Hi there! Just found your blog and you seem super nice! I was wondering if you'd be up for doing a we hunt the flame moodboard? Always happy to find people in the fandom, no worries if you dont want to though 🌸😊

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“They say the soul cannot rest until it finds its match.”

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“I’ll take you with me.” That tone.

“Then we’ll both die.”

“You seem to have no trouble being the end of me.”

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#requested #we hunt the flame #we hunt the flame fandom #Tessa’s moodboards #moodboard request #zafira #nasir #Prince Nasir #altair #the huntress #we hunt the flame moodboard #I love these books so unbelievably much #thank you for such an amazing ask #this fandom is my life lmaooooo #zafria x Nasir #the Zumra #kifah #Benyamin #sands of arawiya #sands of arawiya fandom #nasir ghameq #ZAFIRA ISKANDAR #ALTAIR AL-BADAWI #KIFAH DARWISH #BENYAMIN HAADI #why are there no tags for this fandom

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Opel'den Sıfır Faiz Fırsatı

Sahip olduğu üstün Alman teknolojisini en çağdaş tasarımlarla buluşturan Opel, şubat ayında da binek ve ticari araç modellerinde uygun satın alma koşulları sağlıyor.

Sahip olduğu üstün Alman teknolojisini en çağdaş tasarımlarla buluşturan Opel, şubat ayında da binek ve ticari araç modellerinde uygun satın alma koşulları sağlıyor. Opel Astra, otomatik şanzımanlı tüm versiyonları için 150 bin TL için; 15 ay vade ve %0,99 faizli kredi veya 120 bin TL için; 12 ay vade ve sıfır faizli kredi imkânıyla satışa sunuluyor. 1.2 litrelik benzinli motora sahip 6 ileri…

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#Opel #opel astra #opel combo life #opel corsa #opel crossland #opel grandland #opel kampanya #opel zafira

[dietestfahrer]

Zum Welthundetag: Auch Vierbeiner lieben den Opel Zafira-e Life

Zum Welthundetag: Auch Vierbeiner lieben den Opel Zafira-e Life

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#Elektroauto #Nutzfahrzeuge #Opel #Welthundetag #Zafira-e Life

[panorica]

(via The Opel Zafira-e Life electric van at the Caravan Salon)  The Caravan Salon fair, held in Düsseldorf, Germany, from August 26th to September 4th this year under the theme "Connected Through Passion," is expected to attract many interested parties due to the continuing surge in popularity of caravans and motorhomes. At the Stellantis stand, "a family for families," shared with other sister companies, Opel will showcase the Zafira-e Life electric van.

#zafira-e life #opel #van #cars

[yseultcai]

WHEN: June 10th, 2023 WHERE: Blacksand Beach Bonfire WHO: @risingada​ & @zafirankosi​

Was Yseult nervous? What a stupid question that would have been if anyone besides herself might have posed it. Most things in life made her reasonably nervous, though tonight she was most definitely unreasonably nervous. There was nothing to be afraid of here. Nothing to even be vaguely nervous about. In fact, she even had the added benefit of Dawn being glued right to her side, their arms linked in the quiet sort of solidarity that came with knowing another person long enough. She could feel the easy heat radiating off of her cousin, chasing away the chills that ran down Yseult’s arms as though they were racing to her fingertips.

She took in a deep breath as they stepped onto the sand, the bonfire in the middle of the gathering already raging with the kind of power that allowed Yseult to better understand moths. Warmth, and light, and something her eyes couldn’t quite turn away from. Her mind drifted back to her conversation with Dawn, and then just as easily to her first meeting of Zafira. The kind of name that she wouldn’t forget, even if that was a possible thing for her to even manage. She’d be here, too. 

“What’s, like, our code word if one of us wants to leave? Or should I just pull aggressively on my ear?” She didn’t anticipate on wanting to leave, but Yseult, more than anything, loved a backup plan. Nothing was worse than being cornered with no way to get out of said horrible situation. 

Just as she asked the question, another sort of bonfire obscured her view, this time in the form of a person. “Zafira?” Yseult asked, realizing that if her initial question to herself about being nervous was stupid, then questioning someone on their own identity had to be much worse.

#ch: dawn #ch4: dawn #ch: zafira #ch2: zafira #date: 07/10/2023

[battyaboutbooksreviews]

🦇 We Free the Stars Book Review 🦇

❓ #QOTD What's your favorite found family story? ❓ 🦇 Zafira and Nasir return to a ghostly Sultan’s Keep, low on resources and allies alike. The dark forest has fallen, but the kingdom teems with fear of the Lion of the Night’s return. As Nasir fights to command the dark power in his blood, Zafira fights against a very different darkness festering through her bond with the Jawarat. Can they defy the darkness surrounding them to find the light?

💜 My lovely romantasy readers. While we're all waiting for a certain dragon book, why not slip into a rich, vivid, Arabian-inspired epic fantasy that will HAVE YOU ON YOUR KNEES for an intense, slow-burn, enemies-to-lovers ship? We Free the Stars (the second book in the Sands of Arawiya duology) provides all that AND SO MUCH MORE.

💜 Hafsah Faizal is an absolute MASTER at intricate, eloquent, powerful prose. Between the stunning setting, realistic characters, and absolute wit, you'll remain enthralled with every page. As our rag-tag found family "zumra" races to restore magic, you'll remain seeped in Arawiya's world and Faizal's spell-casting language. It's lyrical, action-packed, full of longing and loss. As captivating as the world-building and attention to detail are, it's the characters that bring this story to life. Many romantasy stories focus solely on the main ship, but Zafira's relationships with her sister, best friend, a daama book, and those she's lost weigh on her heavier than her father's cloak ever did. Those relationships are meaningful, still growing, capable of shattering with a single mistake--much as real relationships are.

💜 Zafira and Nasir have suffered so much, but still find one another in stolen moments that can steal your heart just as swiftly. The build from enemies to allies to the possibility of more is authentic, never rushed, leaving you craving more with every page yet never denying readers too long. The development is authentic; a dizzying, delightful slow-burn that never steals from the main story.

💙 Unfortunately, the second half of this duology relies deeply on miscommunication. Again, the characters internalize a LOT, causing the pacing to drag at certain points. Some points of conflict were avoidable, if only the zumra spoke to one another (instead of Zafira talking to a daama book that sasses back). The third part of the book, while sweet, felt a little unnecessary, dragging out scenes that could have been collected into an epilogue.

🦇 Recommended for all romantasy fans, namely fans of Ember in the Ashes, Rebel of the Sands, The Wrath & the Dawn, Spice Road, and The City of Brass.

✨ The Vibes ✨ 🌙 Young Adult Epic Fantasy 🧭 Sands of Arawiya Duology 🏹 Magic ✨ Assassin/Huntress Enemies to Lovers 🌙 Lyrical and Spellbinding 🧭 Arab & Muslim Inspired/Writer 🏹 Triple POV ✨ "I came to kill you but fell for you" 🌙 Found Family 🧭 Royal Court/Political Intrigue 🏹 Slow Burn & Super Angsty

💬 Quotes ❝ “You seem to have no trouble being the end of me.” ❞ ❝ “Habibi. Hayati. Roohi. My love, my life, my soul, the words meant, but their meanings went deeper than that. Habibi was for friends and love that was real enough. Hayati was when love became an all-encompassing thing. Deeper and deeper, until one became the others life. Roohi was when a soul twined with its match and loved with the force of a thousand suns. When it slipped beneath the heart and tangled in the very fibres of an existence.” ❞ ❝ "You’re like a room full of books. Every time I see you, I discover something new.” ❞ ❝ They suffered alone. Quiet and brave. It was easy to believe that anyone who did not speak of suffering did not suffer. ❞ ❝ My bladed compass, sheathed in starlight. ❞ ❝ His compass. His queen. His life. ❞ ❝ He had been the Amir al-Maut until she had come and torn the monster to shreds with sharp words and coy glimpses. ❞ ❝ You’ll have me. No matter how thick the night, I will always be there to light your way. ❞ ❝ "They say the soul cannot rest until it finds its match. Then it ignites." ❞ ❝ “Do my people not deserve the freedom of yours? Do you know how it feels to stand beside others forged of the same flesh and bone and still be treated as inferior? As someone undeserving?” ❞

#books #reading #book review #romantasy books #romantasy #fantasy fiction #ya fantasy #romantic fantasy #fantasy books #fantasy #book: we free the stars #author: hafsah faizal #books and coffee #book sleeve #batty about books #battyaboutbooks

[ladymisteria]

Diego Hopelessly In Love

Correna, to Zafira: I know that you still love him. *Diego turns away from attending Correna's wound to look at Zafira.* Zafira: I do still love you. *Diego looks away from her intense gaze and over at Victoria for a revealing moment, then back to Zafira.* Diego: Zafira… I'm no longer the man you once knew in Madrid. There is someone else in my life. *Zafira lowers her head, a hurt expression in her eyes.*

Season 3, Episode 11 - The Old Flame.

#zorro #new world zorro #zorro 1990 #my gif #zorro x seniorita #diego x victoria #we lost him guys... #victoria #escalante #patrice martinez #don diego de la vega #duncan regehr #The Old Flame #my creation

[laylaylamode]

❗️👖🌱✨💖 - Burnica

❗️What are the highest priorities to this oc (at a point in their life of your choosing)?

Finding her purpose in the tribe, or just anywhere really. With Topaz in the Waterfolk Kingdom and Zafira off doing her own thing, she's left kinda wondering what she should be doing. Maybe she'll even venture to the surface to learn more about herself outside of fighting.

👖Coffee shop or high school AU, your choice: tell me their role.

The jock! She'd really be into volleyball or lacrosse. Most likely hanging with her girl trio of Topaz and Zafira when she's not at practice.

🌱Share one of this oc’s early memories.

Kicking a ball around until it rolled far away from her, then a little Topaz kicking it back to her and offering to play.

✨Tell something that makes this oc feel happy!

Hanging out with Topaz and Zafira off the battlefield. Those two are her favorite people in the world and she feels most at ease and comfortable around them.

💖How much effort do they put into appearances? Do they have a favorite article of clothing?

Lots of effort. She likes showing off her figure and especially her thicker lower half. Her nose ring is her prized possession, it was originally a ring she found during her first solo hunt (her sisters refused to take her with them so she went alone) and she modified it, keeping it as a reminder of her independence.

#ask #froppybutterflyfan-2000 #callyieverse #tales of mewni #burnicia #oc ask game #thanks for asking! #been a while since we covered this gal #i feel like she would get into blacksmithing #like an assistant to one and maybe she goes out to gather the materials

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Wymiana tarcz hamulcowych Opel Warszawa

Zafira Life, Vivaro Tourer, Grandland, Crossland, Karl, Cascada, Adam, Mokka, Ampera, Combo, Insignia, GT, Antara, Meriva, Signum, Speedster, Agila,Zafira

#Wymiana tarcz hamulcowych Opel Warszawa #Zafira Life #Vivaro Tourer #Grandland #Crossland #Karl #Cascada #Adam #Mokka #Ampera #Combo #Insignia #GT #Antara #Meriva #Signum #Speedster #Agila #Zafira

[moth-tea-merchant]

When I found you, you were so small, that I felt my monstrous hands would crush you. And when I raised you to my face, I felt my fangs would pierce your tender skin. Yet I held your small body with a gentle hand and took you from that cruel fractal.

When you cried I swaddled you, layed my forehead upon yours, and hummed as best as my damaged throat could. It came all too naturally, it felt familiar. You awoke a gentleness within me I never knew I had. You grew quickly within so few weeks, large enough now that I needed two hands to hold you. your eyes would open, and I feard But I knew that soon when they did, that my mangled face would frighten you. That your cries would alert the ward of your presence. And you'd be taken from me. But instead, you d, you giggled cooed, and squeaked. Your wide eyes were full of wonder and joy. It was then I knew that I'd never part with you. Finnegan, my precious son, you've given me reasons to smile, you've blessed every moment of my day to be filled with love. You've given me a purpose to fight, to protect and give you a life full of love.

[Close up under cut]

So this is messier than I was originally planning, but yeah here's a sneak peek into some of the lore of Finn and how he's been adopted by Zafira!

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #finnegan the moth #art #odge podge art #zafira al rajihd #gw2 largos #largos #guild wars 2 fan submission

[lifeisachaoticbitch]

Can we pause for a moment and compare Zuko from Avatar and Nasir from We Hunt The Flame.

I mean they both have :

1) Evil father figures who have scarred them physically and mentally for life.

2) A mysterious , yet kind mother figure who suddenly vanished.

3) An eccentric relative who gives them advice and hot beverages (Iroh and Altair).

4) A quirky group of friends who they only met because they were trying to find their leader (Aang and Zafira).

5) They both have done things they regret to please their psychopath fathers.

6)They both have scars on their faces that gave their identity away at least once.

#atla #we hunt the flame #prince zuko #nasir ghameq #am i wrong tho

[wilanserulia]

This is Viria. She's a half human, half desert elf, and she's a sorcerer keenly attuned with the element of fire.

Viria is the child of an affair, and as such her human family has irrationally blamed her for ruining their marriage since pretty much the day she was born. Victim of relentless domestic abuses, she ran away from her home in her mid-teens shortly after coming into her magical abilities and burning down her family's house.

While on the run she would happen to meet Zafira. The young delinquent, hearing her story out and recognizing a similar tale to hers, decided to take her under her wing. Together they'd rob travelers on the countryside, vandalize private property and steal whatever the came across. Viria had never exactly been unlawful, but she came to admire that strong girl who doesn't let life bring her down, who was determinet to take what she needed. With time, she realized she even started having feelings for her.

She never had a chance to confess them, though. Their escapades had eventually garnered the attention of two adventurers who cornered the two girls. Viria was ready to make a stand but, to her horrified surprise, Zafira put her in harm's way to create an opening for an escape. Abandoned and betrayed, Viria wouldn't offer much of a fight and, still in a state of shock, let herself be captured.

The adventurers however, who were there only to apprehend Zafira for a murder months committed before meeting the half-elf, recognized Viria as a victim of the circumstances. Despite having consigned her to the guards they felt they couldn't in good conscience leave her there. Eventually they decided to talk with the authorities and have her released on parole; they'd take responsability for her and, in the event that she couldn't be rehabilitated, they'd see her back to prison.

It didn't start out in the best of ways. Viria would begrudgingly accept to the conditions of her freedom, but she was rebellious and obstinate to not give any satisfaction to those two adventurers whom she believed had ruined her life. With time, however, she'd start to warm up to them, to the first real positive reinforcement she had received in her life. She'd discover the joy of helping others, the warmth of their gratitude, she'd learn to respond to kindness with kindness, as the positive outlook on life of her traveling companion finally started to influence her.

Eventually, as she grew up into adulthood, she would choose to wear bring and colorful clothes, dye her hair in an equally bright blond, and it'd be rare to find her not smiling. Life, in other words, was good.

#Viria #art #illustration #characterdesign #OC #D&D #DnD #DungeonsandDragons #dndart #dnd character #dnd OC #Pathfinder #fantasy #fantasyart #half elf #elf #desert elf #vourinoi #sorcerer #sorceress #fire #poc #lgbt #bisexual #dyedhair #shorthair #tattoo #pixie cut

[iriswords]

Oh brother, I will hear your call

Summary: For those who know how to look, there are a lot of signs they have abused Nasir. That he is a traumatized boy instead of a cold-hearted murderer. Altair learns to look.

Or, Altair being a good brother to Nasir, because there is so much potential for a brotherly relationship between those two.

Word count: 1685

Available on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42527007

Those who didn’t know Nasir well or at all would never have noticed the traces of abuse so long as they didn’t see the scars on his back. People in the street saw nothing else in Nasir than the Prince of Death—until he helped save Arawiya and took his throne in Sarasin that is, and even then people were doubtful. Nasir, to them, was and had always been that figure of death. Cold and dangerous, the one who would come and murder them if they strayed from what the Sultan wanted. Altair had known better. He had witnessed the boy grow up, had known about the burns on his back and who had put them there. But Altair had also been deeply jealous, and hurt that this boy was getting more attention from their mother than Altair ever had. He had witnessed the boy’s transformation into a skilled hashashin—the most skilled of them all—under the careful supervision of their mother, and had burned with jealousy. He had witnessed the boy’s transformation into a monster, at the hands of his father, whom Altair hated, and had burned with anger that this boy was not even attempting to rebel. All the other feelings, the guilt from believing for a time the burns were meant to punish Altair’s behavior, the pity and the worry for the boy, had been pushed down far under the jealousy and the anger and the bitterness. It was easier this way, to see nothing in Nasir but the cold-hearted, murderous lapdog of the Sultan. He took pleasure in bickering with the prince, in annoying him, in making his life just the tiniest bit more miserable. That was before they were sent together to Sharr. Altair had known, then, that Nasir would kill him on the island. His anger, at first, had grown. He had burried the feeble guilt he had felt when Nasir had looked so hurt—only for a flashing second, but Altair had always been good at reading people and catching fleeting emotions—when he had learned Kulsum had only ever been a spy for Altair, that she had never loved him. But Nasir hadn’t killed him when he had had the chance. Instead, Altair had witnessed him open a bit more each day thanks to the Demenhune Huntress. He had witnessed, finally, all the traces of abuse he had deliberately ignored all these years.

It was easy to see, now he knew what to look for. Since Altair had taken the Arawiyan throne and Nasir the Sarasin one, they spent much less time together, or at least living in the same Palace. They still visited each other, and every time without fail, Altair couldn’t help but notice the small remnants of the abuse. Nasir flinched whenever a poker was moved to close to him, and Altair had noted he never picked up the poker himself. Usually, the flinches were imperceptible things, there and gone, invisible to the untrained and inattentive eye. Altair was both trained and attentive, and he never missed them. On bad days, those during which Nasir was more closed off than usual, those during which his eyes looked haunted, the flinches were noticeable to anyone. They were sharper, and Nasir had hurt his head several times by recoiling into a wall because a poker had made him flinch. Altair had taken to ban pokers from the room Nasir was in during his stays in the Sultan Keep’s Palace. If Nasir had noticed, which he undoubtedly had, he had never acknowledged it, but Altair never missed the sheer relief in his eyes each time they strayed to the fire place only to take note of the poker’s absence.

Nasir, Altair had learned the hard way, did not react well to being likened to a dog in any kind of way. Altair had heard, when he had sneaked on Zafira spying on Nasir, the way his father called him ‘mutt’. And then he had forgotten. Altair, of all people, had forgotten that the Sultan had insulted Nasir and that it probably wasn’t the first time he had. Altair’s words had been stupid, meant to be nothing more than a jest. He and Nasir had been lounging—for once free of responsibilities for an hour—in the Sultan Keep’s Palace’s gardens. Altair sat sharpening his scimitars, while Nasir, a few paces away, read a book in the shade of a palm tree. A ball, thrown by a carefree child, had flown over Altair’s head, and would have smacked Nasir in the face had the latter not caught it mid-air without even looking up from his book and thrown it back towards the child. Altair laughed and asked, then, unknowing of the effect his words would have, “What a talent! If I throw you something, will you run after it like dogs do?” Nasir flinched back hard, his jaw clenched and his whole body stiff. Back in his eyes was the same broken look he had worn in the Lion’s lair on Sharr, one that still haunted Altair’s nightmares. “I am not a dog,” he said tightly, and that in itself was already progress from the time he would endure insults without a word. “Of course not, I was just—” Altair stopped, remembering the words the Sultan had thrown at Nasir on Sharr. “How many times did he call you that?” he asked softly. Nasir looked away, gripping the book tightly. “Does it matter?” “Not to me, but I think it does to you. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to remind you of him.” Tense silence weighed down the atmosphere. “You’re not a beast, you know,” added Altair. “Not to me, and not to anyone that matters.”

There were many things Altair still learned about his brother. The way he tried to melt in the shadows whenever he was uncomfortable, making himself unnoticeable. The way he spoke carefully, almost hesitantly, to most people, and the way he closed in on himself whenever he was interrupted. Altair, though never one to shy away from attention and speaking time, made sure to always redirect the attention to Nasir whenever he was interrupted, and to never interrupt him himself. Zafira already did this, and Kifah eventually caught on, and slowly Nasir came out of his shell, under the careful ministrations of the zumra. No matter how much they still bickered and no matter how much Altair had resented his brother in the past, it was now always worth his efforts, to witness Nasir indulge himself a break, to witness him allow his emotions to show, to witness him brighten at something he liked. But, as always with progress, there were setbacks. Days when everything seemed and felt wrong, when Nasir retreated back on himself and nothing, not even Zafira, could bring him out. Today was a day like that, though it hadn’t started this way. Altair was visiting the Sarasin Palace, not because he had anything related to his functions to do there, but because he wanted to see Nasir and Zafira and he knew Kifah did, too. Nasir had not been seen since right after lunch at a meeting with Sarasin merchants. Altair found him on one of the many roofs of the Sarasin Palace, hiding in the shadows of a tower, back against the wall and knees drawn to his chest in an uncharacteristic display of vulnerability. Altair dropped down next to him without a word, and waited for his brother to talk first. Minutes passed before Nasir finally spoke. “One of them looked like the Sultan,” he whispered. “So much I could have believed them twins if I didn’t know for sure my father didn’t have any brother.” He stopped, as though it physically pained him to make the words leave his tongue, and knowing how much he had been discouraged to speak by the late Sultan, it might as well have been. “Take your time,” said Altair. “I have nowhere else to be.” “That merchant wanted to reinstate the camel races and everything that comes with it.” Altair clenched his jaw. He would need to ask Yasar who that merchant was, later, so he could personally make sure he would stir no more trouble. “I said no, of course,” continued Nasir, “and he wasn’t happy with it.” He stopped again, refusing to meet Altair’s eyes. His voice dropped so low Altair barely heard his next words. “I wasn’t meant to hear it. He said it under his breath, but I am a hashashin, and I heard it anyway.” “What did he say?” prompted Altair. Nasir’s breathing stuttered, before he answered, “’Spoiled mutt, it would do him some good to teach him a lesson.’” Altair had never felt quite as murderous as now, but he forced it down as to not frighten Nasir. “You did the right thing,” he reassured his brother. “I’m sorry this man couldn’t see it.” “People will never stop seeing what I did,” replied Nasir. “To them, I will always be the Prince of Death.” An unvoiced question hung in the air between them. What if they’re right? What if I haven’t changed at all? Physical displays of affection were rare between the two brothers. Altair wouldn’t have minded them, but he knew Nasir wasn’t at ease with them, and so he refrained. Today, though, was different, and Nasir, he knew, desperately needed some comfort. He gently pulled his brother towards him until Nasir’s forehead leaned against Altair’s shoulders, and wrapped his arms around the younger man. “I am sorry for all you’ve been through, and I am sorry I didn’t try to stop it. But you are not defined only by your past actions, and you certainly aren’t defined by your father’s or the Lion’s words. You are brilliant and compassionate, lovable and just, and more than worth our time. Believe me when I say this: I am honored to be your brother.” They stayed in this position until the moon found them, and if tear tracks gleamed on Nasir’s cheeks when he pulled away from Altair, neither of them commented on it.

Part 2

#sands of arawiya #nasir ghameq #altair al badawi #nasir ghameq & altair al badawi #altair is a good brother #we hunt the flame #we free the stars #fanfic #ao3 works #my writing