[ leave it to kaveh to use actions, diagrams or drawings to explain complex concepts instead of using words like an eloquent person. before alhaitham can even admonish his crass speech, kaveh closes the gap between them and simply kisses him rather than finish his train of thought out loud.
the scribe stiffens for a moment, his fingers falling away from the other's chin, having somehow not foreseen this kind of consequence despite the fact they'd both been hurtling towards it in ignorance. for just this fraction of time, alhaitham is stunned enough that his head is actually quiet for once, quiet enough to catalogue the sensation that was kaveh crossing the line drawn between the in the sand with finality.
it's enough time to take it in - the sweet, faint scent of cologne on kaveh's skin; the warmth of his mouth against his own; how they fit together in a way that felt logically impossible - and in that moment, alhaitham realises with devastating clarity that although kaveh was contrary, irritating, loud, histrionic - he was also (impossibly) perfect.
and so the analytical mind takes a back seat, the scribe taking his chance if it was being so offered up to him on a silver platter. half-breaking the kiss to inhale sharply in response to the things this was making him feel, alhaitham possessively takes kaveh's face in his hands and soundly meets their lips together again, a barely audible, guttural growl clawing its way up his throat as he did so.
it pressed the blonde firmer against the wall, the lengths of their bodies flush against one another as alhaitham all but towers over him into the kiss - and, yes, it smacked of terrible decision making without enough information, context or risk assessment - but somehow, that fit.
all they'd been making the past two days were terribly misinformed decisions. ]
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the scribe stiffens for a moment, his fingers falling away from the other's chin, having somehow not foreseen this kind of consequence despite the fact they'd both been hurtling towards it in ignorance. for just this fraction of time, alhaitham is stunned enough that his head is actually quiet for once, quiet enough to catalogue the sensation that was kaveh crossing the line drawn between the in the sand with finality.
it's enough time to take it in - the sweet, faint scent of cologne on kaveh's skin; the warmth of his mouth against his own; how they fit together in a way that felt logically impossible - and in that moment, alhaitham realises with devastating clarity that although kaveh was contrary, irritating, loud, histrionic - he was also (impossibly) perfect.
and so the analytical mind takes a back seat, the scribe taking his chance if it was being so offered up to him on a silver platter. half-breaking the kiss to inhale sharply in response to the things this was making him feel, alhaitham possessively takes kaveh's face in his hands and soundly meets their lips together again, a barely audible, guttural growl clawing its way up his throat as he did so.
it pressed the blonde firmer against the wall, the lengths of their bodies flush against one another as alhaitham all but towers over him into the kiss - and, yes, it smacked of terrible decision making without enough information, context or risk assessment - but somehow, that fit.
all they'd been making the past two days were terribly misinformed decisions. ]