#thank you again for allowing me to dive into more ryuhaitham lore

[grimmweepers]

ryu!! first if all — i’m so sorry for being insane and all up in your notifs like this waaah but i Need to know the ryuhaitham story from when you crossed paths as children?! 🥺 i am so intrigued! ♥︎ how did you bring it up later in life, was it after you two got together?

coco!!! ♡ do not apologise at all my dear. i will be lying if i said i havent lurked your haico tag as well wink wink

i love you both. you guys are so beautiful and sweet together 😭also idk if tumblr ate my ask but i sent a question about haico. if it didn’t, IGNORE THIS AND TAKE UR TIME. AND IF U DONT WANT TO ANSWER, THATS OKAY TOO ♡

sorry it took a moment to get to this, i just got home from work and really wanted a proper sit down to write it out. thank you for so much for asking, i really do appreciate it sm!!

ryuhaitham lore under the cut 🙂‍↕️

we were really young when we first crossed paths. we were in the heart of sumeru city, spending a day roaming around the bazaar. i, not a local, was just visiting with my family and i was clinging to my mother’s hand while she browsed the stalls. alhaitham happened to be nearby with his grandmother, and it seemed like just another ordinary day. when my mother left me to pick some fruit, i stayed where i was, obedient like she asked. that’s when i saw— or rather, heard— some commotion. a bunch of kids goofing off, being a little too loud, and catching some disapproving glances from the adults passing by. i mostly ignored them at first, but then i noticed this boy with grey hair, who looked close to my age, standing off to the side. he looked stressed, covering his ears like the noise was too much for him

his book slipped out of his hands, and you could just tell he was trying to block out everything around him. it kind of reminded me of my own situation. maybe someone told him to stay put while they shopped too. i didn’t really think about it much at the time, but i went up to the group of kids and politely asked them to keep it down, pointing to alhaitham and the adults watching. surprisingly, they actually listened and moved away. i picked up his fallen book, handed it back to him, and said, “here you go!” he mumbled a quick “thanks,” and that was that. i walked away and never really thought about that moment again

fast forward years later, and we’re together, just lounging on our day off, chatting about random stuff. out of nowhere, i bring up this old memory, completely unaware he was part of it. like i was just telling it as if it was some throwaway story. then he suddenly says, “wait, that happened to me?”

he asks, “was it at the grand bazaar?”

“yeah…?” i say, trying to remember.

“was it near a fruit stand?”

“i think so. my mother was buying zaytun peaches.”

“my grandmother was holding harra fruits when she returned.”

we both just stare at each other, silently. i’m the first to break, freaking out, head in hands, like, omg, are you serious?????!!!!!

he’s super amused by it, though. even though it was a forgotten memory, he appreciated the gesture back then. so with a sneaky little grin, he goes, “so, you were watching me from afar and couldn’t even remember my face? i’m a little offended.”

and honestly that’s it! we giggle about it and i make jokes about how we were meant to be and he jokingly tells me to stop being silly (he believes me)