Mm. [ is his quiet, displeased hum into kaveh's hair at the idea of him lying in bed with his kshahrewar colleagues. ] I'd rather that not happen, either.
[ but the calm atmosphere that had fallen over the two of them is enough to assuage the jealousy such a thought could trigger, the scribe's eyes sliding closed as being awake becomes too much of a chore. between the almost-stuffy warmth of the room and kaveh's lyrical voice reverberating against his skin as he peppered gentle touches across it, alhaitham hadn't really a hope of fighting off the nap he'd unceremoniously dragged the blonde in here for. ]
We'll see, light of Kshahrewar.
[ he murmurs against the crown of kaveh's head, the scribe's voice somehow losing some of its insufferable edge now that he was falling asleep. because of that, it's hard to tell if he's using the other's title as a sarcastic response or a genuine compliment considering the knowledge he now had that kaveh actually liked the name.
no further inquiry would be had either, because aside from a kiss so soft on the side of kaveh's temple that one might imagine it had simply not existed, alhaitham's breathing slows to a steady rhythm that suggests he's completely, immovably asleep.
if he stirs, it's only to subconsciously pull the other closer to him. ]
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[ but the calm atmosphere that had fallen over the two of them is enough to assuage the jealousy such a thought could trigger, the scribe's eyes sliding closed as being awake becomes too much of a chore. between the almost-stuffy warmth of the room and kaveh's lyrical voice reverberating against his skin as he peppered gentle touches across it, alhaitham hadn't really a hope of fighting off the nap he'd unceremoniously dragged the blonde in here for. ]
We'll see, light of Kshahrewar.
[ he murmurs against the crown of kaveh's head, the scribe's voice somehow losing some of its insufferable edge now that he was falling asleep. because of that, it's hard to tell if he's using the other's title as a sarcastic response or a genuine compliment considering the knowledge he now had that kaveh actually liked the name.
no further inquiry would be had either, because aside from a kiss so soft on the side of kaveh's temple that one might imagine it had simply not existed, alhaitham's breathing slows to a steady rhythm that suggests he's completely, immovably asleep.
if he stirs, it's only to subconsciously pull the other closer to him. ]