[ it's wild, how a simple few words can burrow under his skin with such fervor. of course, kaveh's choice of bedfellows or otherwise was his own prerogative, but selfish words slip past alhaitham's lips without him being able to catch them in time - that he should be the one to hold kaveh's attention, that he should be the only one privileged enough to be beholden to the full gamut of emotion the blonde had to offer. just when these desires had manifested themselves in such immovable form was unbeknownst to the scribe, but there's a quiet, calm relief that washes over him when kaveh agrees.
it's an internal war that he's fighting beyond the stoic expression he's wearing, but his grip softens imperceptibly as the blonde affirms him, slinking a leg inbetween his all litheness and grace. unfair, for someone who was nursing a world-ending hangover. ]
Even the planets align once every two hundred years, [ the scribe murmurs flippantly back against kaveh's soft lips, hot breath mingling in a heady way that encourages him to do pretty much anything other than have a catnap. ] I suppose today is simply that day.
[ and then that lyrical voice keeps talking, musing as his fingers danced distraction over alhaitham's bare chest. for someone who prided themselves so wholly on focus and objectivity, it was hard to keep his mind in that detached, neutral state when kaveh was splayed over him like this, spouting things so charming that alhaitham's unsurprised how easily he'd been able to snag whoever he'd wanted to bring home and paper over other problems.
and the touch - even that's enough to cloud his otherwise unaffected expression, because while he's not a true stranger to intimacy, dalliances were far different to being handled by the man on top of him.
he's sure this new blindspot in his emotional armour would cause trouble for him somehow later on, but right now, the scribe is finding it very hard to care as his free hand reaches up and sinks into kaveh's soft blonde hair. for a second he pauses - and then gently tugs the messy bun free, causing golden locks to cascade downwards.
beautiful, like all those paintings the other liked to harp on so much about. ]
Are you sure you weren't just feeling the foundations of the house shake?
[ the scribe replies in that signature matter-of-fact tone as he tucks the locks obscuring those beautiful ruby eyes behind kaveh's ear. ]
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it's an internal war that he's fighting beyond the stoic expression he's wearing, but his grip softens imperceptibly as the blonde affirms him, slinking a leg inbetween his all litheness and grace. unfair, for someone who was nursing a world-ending hangover. ]
Even the planets align once every two hundred years, [ the scribe murmurs flippantly back against kaveh's soft lips, hot breath mingling in a heady way that encourages him to do pretty much anything other than have a catnap. ] I suppose today is simply that day.
[ and then that lyrical voice keeps talking, musing as his fingers danced distraction over alhaitham's bare chest. for someone who prided themselves so wholly on focus and objectivity, it was hard to keep his mind in that detached, neutral state when kaveh was splayed over him like this, spouting things so charming that alhaitham's unsurprised how easily he'd been able to snag whoever he'd wanted to bring home and paper over other problems.
and the touch - even that's enough to cloud his otherwise unaffected expression, because while he's not a true stranger to intimacy, dalliances were far different to being handled by the man on top of him.
he's sure this new blindspot in his emotional armour would cause trouble for him somehow later on, but right now, the scribe is finding it very hard to care as his free hand reaches up and sinks into kaveh's soft blonde hair. for a second he pauses - and then gently tugs the messy bun free, causing golden locks to cascade downwards.
beautiful, like all those paintings the other liked to harp on so much about. ]
Are you sure you weren't just feeling the foundations of the house shake?
[ the scribe replies in that signature matter-of-fact tone as he tucks the locks obscuring those beautiful ruby eyes behind kaveh's ear. ]