[ he repeats as kaveh's naturally trying to fill the gaps where he's not quite there, just like he'd always done when they'd been friends in the past. the title feels alien in his mouth, much like the words he'd had to search for before, but that's how it so often feels when one breached their sphere of comfort.
in reality, this wouldn't greatly change their dynamic, alhaitham's aware; kaveh would still find him overly obtuse and arrogant, and alhaitham would still find kaveh overemotional and obnoxious. but, instead of only fighting to highlight one another's more negative traits - this was an opportunity to cancel each other out and embrace the positive ones, ones which were so easy to overlook in the heat of what felt like a year's long argument.
with kaveh smiling at him like that, like a brilliant ray of sunshine that could rival that beating down through the windows, it's difficult not to want to let down his walls ever so slightly. drop his guard for once and ignore the consequences. but that was something for the future - and so, instead, a large hand covers kaveh's slender one, the scribe's touch warm even if his expression would take practice to catch up. ]
I'm not much for titles, but - I suppose that one is as good as any other. Those details seem to be more your wheelhouse, anyway.
[ kaveh had always been the heart of things. absently, his fingers tighten on the architect's, gaze intense. ]
You're the colour, I'm the shade. It seems pretty simple.
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[ he repeats as kaveh's naturally trying to fill the gaps where he's not quite there, just like he'd always done when they'd been friends in the past. the title feels alien in his mouth, much like the words he'd had to search for before, but that's how it so often feels when one breached their sphere of comfort.
in reality, this wouldn't greatly change their dynamic, alhaitham's aware; kaveh would still find him overly obtuse and arrogant, and alhaitham would still find kaveh overemotional and obnoxious. but, instead of only fighting to highlight one another's more negative traits - this was an opportunity to cancel each other out and embrace the positive ones, ones which were so easy to overlook in the heat of what felt like a year's long argument.
with kaveh smiling at him like that, like a brilliant ray of sunshine that could rival that beating down through the windows, it's difficult not to want to let down his walls ever so slightly. drop his guard for once and ignore the consequences. but that was something for the future - and so, instead, a large hand covers kaveh's slender one, the scribe's touch warm even if his expression would take practice to catch up. ]
I'm not much for titles, but - I suppose that one is as good as any other. Those details seem to be more your wheelhouse, anyway.
[ kaveh had always been the heart of things. absently, his fingers tighten on the architect's, gaze intense. ]
You're the colour, I'm the shade. It seems pretty simple.