I'm responsible? [ alhaitham replies in mild disbelief as kaveh turns back around to face him. ] I can hardly be responsible for something I didn't even know about until you graciously decided to blurt it out all at once.
[ the chores they'd been attending to at the stove now sit cooling and forgotten, which is probably for the best, really - distraction was only one step away from a house fire, and after the door taking a beating the previous night, alhaitham's happy not to have to worry about more damage.
yes, he should probably let kaveh eat, and yes, part of him does want the rapidly cooling (and likely slightly burnt) coffee in the percolator at the back of the stove, but at this juncture? he wasn't willing to trade the man in his arms for it. selfish, selfish, selfish. ]
Fine. [ alhaitham acquiesces, gaze inscrutable as slim arms sling around his neck and kaveh's lips brush against his own again. oh, the blonde was trouble. ] But, in that case -
[ and without much warning, the scribe easily but carefully picks kaveh up from the ground in a bridal style hold, because it always seems to be the first method to come to his mind rather than actually suggesting they go somewhere. glancing down at the other in all seriousness, eyes distantly fond; ]
- we're going back to bed.
[ by that, he means his bed, of course - not one that reminded him of the blonde tousling with other nameless faces, because that was still a hill he needed to climb without claws of fury dragging him back down it. bare feet padding against the polished wood of the house as he carries kaveh through it, alhaitham adds; ]
And don't take this necessarily as a suggestion. [ even though he'd already entertained that rather alluring possibility. ] You're unwell, I'm still tired. Bed's the sensible place to be.
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[ the chores they'd been attending to at the stove now sit cooling and forgotten, which is probably for the best, really - distraction was only one step away from a house fire, and after the door taking a beating the previous night, alhaitham's happy not to have to worry about more damage.
yes, he should probably let kaveh eat, and yes, part of him does want the rapidly cooling (and likely slightly burnt) coffee in the percolator at the back of the stove, but at this juncture? he wasn't willing to trade the man in his arms for it. selfish, selfish, selfish. ]
Fine. [ alhaitham acquiesces, gaze inscrutable as slim arms sling around his neck and kaveh's lips brush against his own again. oh, the blonde was trouble. ] But, in that case -
[ and without much warning, the scribe easily but carefully picks kaveh up from the ground in a bridal style hold, because it always seems to be the first method to come to his mind rather than actually suggesting they go somewhere. glancing down at the other in all seriousness, eyes distantly fond; ]
- we're going back to bed.
[ by that, he means his bed, of course - not one that reminded him of the blonde tousling with other nameless faces, because that was still a hill he needed to climb without claws of fury dragging him back down it. bare feet padding against the polished wood of the house as he carries kaveh through it, alhaitham adds; ]
And don't take this necessarily as a suggestion. [ even though he'd already entertained that rather alluring possibility. ] You're unwell, I'm still tired. Bed's the sensible place to be.