[ his response is incredulous as kaveh simply gives up and begins to saunter dejectedly off like he was a dog that had just been admonished. perhaps alhaitham had suggested he leave in the first place, but he'd expected some pushback, at least; some of that fiery defiance that kaveh was so well known for. where was the protest? where was the snapback argument where he actually tries to fight for himself?
kaveh's dejection surprises alhaitham far more than anything else he could've done in response to the scribe's call-out, and he's briefly rendered speechless as his mind races.
wasn't he getting what he wanted? hadn't he longed to finally be free again, untethered from the chaos and unpredictability that kaveh constantly dragged in through the door with him? so - why did it ache so fucking much to see the blonde give up so easily and choose to walk out the door rather than stand up for himself, stand up for being here?
he finds himself following kaveh a few steps behind if he doesn't stop, his expression more perplexed than anything at this point. ]
You're just giving up? [ the scribe demands in disbelief, reaching out for kaveh's shoulder with a slender hand - though his touch isn't aggressive this time, doesn't fall heavily on him. ] Why?
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[ his response is incredulous as kaveh simply gives up and begins to saunter dejectedly off like he was a dog that had just been admonished. perhaps alhaitham had suggested he leave in the first place, but he'd expected some pushback, at least; some of that fiery defiance that kaveh was so well known for. where was the protest? where was the snapback argument where he actually tries to fight for himself?
kaveh's dejection surprises alhaitham far more than anything else he could've done in response to the scribe's call-out, and he's briefly rendered speechless as his mind races.
wasn't he getting what he wanted? hadn't he longed to finally be free again, untethered from the chaos and unpredictability that kaveh constantly dragged in through the door with him? so - why did it ache so fucking much to see the blonde give up so easily and choose to walk out the door rather than stand up for himself, stand up for being here?
he finds himself following kaveh a few steps behind if he doesn't stop, his expression more perplexed than anything at this point. ]
You're just giving up? [ the scribe demands in disbelief, reaching out for kaveh's shoulder with a slender hand - though his touch isn't aggressive this time, doesn't fall heavily on him. ] Why?