[ artfully dodging the question, because that loss of composure was still surprising even to him. there isn't a time he can recall in recent past that he'd lost his temper so much that it had drawn vision power out of him, a completely uncharacteristic action - and it'd be something he'd have to examine later, how something could've gotten so far under his skin. in general, his vision wasn't something he paid much attention to save for its practical purpose, but in this situation? mm. a minor concern.
but the train of thought is somewhat interrupted by kaveh's gentle lips and his hands on either side of his face, and it's so very difficult to brood when there's such a pleasant distraction right at his feet. huffing quietly at the (actually quite meaningful) murmur from the man pressed against him in front of the stove, alhaitham looks down long lashes as his right hand mirrors his left on kaveh's other hip. his grip is soft but firm, asserting his own answer to the question. ]
I'd be insulted if you suggested I was otherwise.
[ he says curtly, pulling the blonde's form languidly forward into his own. if they were close before, they were flush now, alhaitham's long fingers curling softly into kaveh's hips. their faces are inches apart, lips brushing against one another - and his deep voice rumbles slightly against the blonde's. ]
Really, you've shot yourself in the foot with all this considering you have to sing my praises now. How are you going to get rid of all that pent up energy you use to yell at me all the time?
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[ and he shoots a look at kaveh. ]
You couldn't walk. Yeah, you were too drunk.
[ artfully dodging the question, because that loss of composure was still surprising even to him. there isn't a time he can recall in recent past that he'd lost his temper so much that it had drawn vision power out of him, a completely uncharacteristic action - and it'd be something he'd have to examine later, how something could've gotten so far under his skin. in general, his vision wasn't something he paid much attention to save for its practical purpose, but in this situation? mm. a minor concern.
but the train of thought is somewhat interrupted by kaveh's gentle lips and his hands on either side of his face, and it's so very difficult to brood when there's such a pleasant distraction right at his feet. huffing quietly at the (actually quite meaningful) murmur from the man pressed against him in front of the stove, alhaitham looks down long lashes as his right hand mirrors his left on kaveh's other hip. his grip is soft but firm, asserting his own answer to the question. ]
I'd be insulted if you suggested I was otherwise.
[ he says curtly, pulling the blonde's form languidly forward into his own. if they were close before, they were flush now, alhaitham's long fingers curling softly into kaveh's hips. their faces are inches apart, lips brushing against one another - and his deep voice rumbles slightly against the blonde's. ]
Really, you've shot yourself in the foot with all this considering you have to sing my praises now. How are you going to get rid of all that pent up energy you use to yell at me all the time?