'Were we bothering you'? Really? If you screamed any louder, the windows would shatter!
[ he seethes right back, seeing through kaveh's extremely transparent ploy. like it was a coincidence that he'd pulled a stunt like this after everything that had gone on the past week; like it was a coincidence that he'd taken notes on just what had pissed off alhaitham the most so he could recreate it again, but worse. kaveh was, after all, a genius - and right now, he was using that power for the most terrible reasons. the scribe couldn't remember the last time he felt so furious, so powerless, and it was an intensely uncomfortable state of being, careening so quickly out of control.
turquoise eyes dart to the third party in the room, a face that he'd never seen before and would be happy never to see again. ignoring kaveh's confrontational approach for a moment, alhaitham closes the distance between him and - whoever this was - in two large, purposeful strides, and yanks him up from the floor by a fistful of sheets like he were the lightest thing in the world. glowering as the heady crackle of power lays heavy on the air, the scribe darkly mutters a command to him - 'get out or i'll throw you out' - and to the man's credit, he seems to understand the relative severity of the situation as alhaitham releases him from his grip and gathers himself up with an admirable speed, a string of curse words on his own lips.
it's only when this secondary situation is in the process of being resolved (kaveh's one night stand finding it somewhat difficult to locate his clothes strewn around the room in the dark) that alhaitham turns on his heel and bears back down on the blonde, an imposing force in his own right. gloved hands are balled so tightly into frustrated fists that he can distantly feel his nails biting into the flesh of his palms, emerald irises burning with a cool fury. ]
What do you want, Kaveh? Genuinely, what the hell do you want?
[ his voice is louder than it'd be in their usual arguments, a symptom of those loose threads in his tapestry of control getting pulled, frayed apart. gesturing accusingly at the man who was only now managing to exit the room; ]
This? Or do you only enjoy fucking people if you know it's going to annoy me? [ because that's what this is, isn't it? ] I try to help, you get upset. I leave you alone, you get upset. Nothing, nothing pleases you, and I'm done trying to figure it out.
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[ he seethes right back, seeing through kaveh's extremely transparent ploy. like it was a coincidence that he'd pulled a stunt like this after everything that had gone on the past week; like it was a coincidence that he'd taken notes on just what had pissed off alhaitham the most so he could recreate it again, but worse. kaveh was, after all, a genius - and right now, he was using that power for the most terrible reasons. the scribe couldn't remember the last time he felt so furious, so powerless, and it was an intensely uncomfortable state of being, careening so quickly out of control.
turquoise eyes dart to the third party in the room, a face that he'd never seen before and would be happy never to see again. ignoring kaveh's confrontational approach for a moment, alhaitham closes the distance between him and - whoever this was - in two large, purposeful strides, and yanks him up from the floor by a fistful of sheets like he were the lightest thing in the world. glowering as the heady crackle of power lays heavy on the air, the scribe darkly mutters a command to him - 'get out or i'll throw you out' - and to the man's credit, he seems to understand the relative severity of the situation as alhaitham releases him from his grip and gathers himself up with an admirable speed, a string of curse words on his own lips.
it's only when this secondary situation is in the process of being resolved (kaveh's one night stand finding it somewhat difficult to locate his clothes strewn around the room in the dark) that alhaitham turns on his heel and bears back down on the blonde, an imposing force in his own right. gloved hands are balled so tightly into frustrated fists that he can distantly feel his nails biting into the flesh of his palms, emerald irises burning with a cool fury. ]
What do you want, Kaveh? Genuinely, what the hell do you want?
[ his voice is louder than it'd be in their usual arguments, a symptom of those loose threads in his tapestry of control getting pulled, frayed apart. gesturing accusingly at the man who was only now managing to exit the room; ]
This? Or do you only enjoy fucking people if you know it's going to annoy me? [ because that's what this is, isn't it? ] I try to help, you get upset. I leave you alone, you get upset. Nothing, nothing pleases you, and I'm done trying to figure it out.