[ something twists inside him at the pleading tone of kaveh's voice and the taller man finds himself looking back into those ruby eyes, expression unreadable. in a subconsciously defensive move, he crosses his arms over his chest, muscles tensing at the fraught atmosphere crackling between them.
kaveh's retort feels like a rehashing of the public display they'd created last night and it makes the raw wounds of the evening sting all over again - annoying, annoying, annoying. alhaitham's jaw sets as he tries to quell the rising urge to match kaveh's emotional level, not wanting to lose himself again like he had in their last argument. it wouldn't do, he couldn't let himself loose like that - but he was finding himself doing it more and more when the blonde was involved.
gesturing sharply, accusingly at kaveh with one hand; ]
"You didn't ask for it. You didn't want it." Do you know the only thing that's worse than seeing 'the light of Kshashrewar' repeatedly, unfailingly choose elaborate self-destruction as someone who's job it is to maintain the reputation of the Akademiya?
[ an indirect compliment wrapped in a barb, his voice forceful and scathing. ]
Having a front row seat to it. [ he pauses, as if considering whether or not he should say the quiet part out loud. ] Having a front row seat to it, and being relatively powerless to stop it.
So - fine. You don't want my assistance? Great, it's one less thing I need to worry about. But I'm not coming along for this foolish ride of yours, lest I get punched in the face again.
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[ something twists inside him at the pleading tone of kaveh's voice and the taller man finds himself looking back into those ruby eyes, expression unreadable. in a subconsciously defensive move, he crosses his arms over his chest, muscles tensing at the fraught atmosphere crackling between them.
kaveh's retort feels like a rehashing of the public display they'd created last night and it makes the raw wounds of the evening sting all over again - annoying, annoying, annoying. alhaitham's jaw sets as he tries to quell the rising urge to match kaveh's emotional level, not wanting to lose himself again like he had in their last argument. it wouldn't do, he couldn't let himself loose like that - but he was finding himself doing it more and more when the blonde was involved.
gesturing sharply, accusingly at kaveh with one hand; ]
"You didn't ask for it. You didn't want it." Do you know the only thing that's worse than seeing 'the light of Kshashrewar' repeatedly, unfailingly choose elaborate self-destruction as someone who's job it is to maintain the reputation of the Akademiya?
[ an indirect compliment wrapped in a barb, his voice forceful and scathing. ]
Having a front row seat to it. [ he pauses, as if considering whether or not he should say the quiet part out loud. ] Having a front row seat to it, and being relatively powerless to stop it.
So - fine. You don't want my assistance? Great, it's one less thing I need to worry about. But I'm not coming along for this foolish ride of yours, lest I get punched in the face again.