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His eyes. He looks at Max, and all he can see is those shiny, warm, lovely eyes. He felt like drowning inside them, and he would be thanking the universe for its kindness. Maximilien comforted him in manners no other person would.

His beautiful soft hair. Every time Asra would run his fingers on Max's hair, he would feel like home, feel like he's the luckiest person alive, he's lucky that this incredible man, who's so funny and gentle, who stops at any place to talk to tiny rodents, who will call him Master with a funny smirk, this man chose him.

Asra felt like he would float if he let go of Max's hand, he needed him to be his anchor, Max would always guide him home. Max and his funny voice, and his silly songs, and his French words.

Max would be with a client, reading their luck or simply doing a healing spell and Asra would watch him from afar, drinking all that gorgeousness and glory, all that wisdom and beauty. Maximilien's eyes looked even more magical in the sun, and oh boy did Asra seen magic in his life.

They would lie down together, and, as his (boyfriend? husband?) apprentice drifted to sleep; Asra would watch his chest rising and falling, his breathing steady, a smile on his lips that indicated a dream. He would feel the warmth between them and sigh happily, scooping himself closer to Max and cuddling him gently.

He could watch Max interact to the salamander for hours. The arguing, the songs, the petting, all of this filled Asra's heart with glee and love and gods, he just wants to see Max being himself forever and ever and ever.

He loved especially when Maximilien would misplace his glasses. He would go in a wild goose chase, touching every surface looking for his glasses, and getting mad at Asra for laughing, when all Asra would want would be Max stumbling through the house.

Asra lost him once. Max has a big heart, he couldn't leave the infected behind. Asra wanted to go away, to travel and take him. Max would never allow something like that, so Asra lost him. Asra went beyond all his limitations and boundaries, to hell and back to get him back together, to never let go, to keep him safe.

Looking at how kind, generous, powerful, sweet Maximilien is, Asra knew that was the right thing to do. He now has his anchor again. His sweet man, who can always eat more bread, who is very blind, who hates cold and keeps fire at his fingertips, who gets his runes and reads destiny, who stops to smell the lilies, the man who saved his life in many ways, again, again and again. His destiny, his love and his life.

His safe place.