[ is his hushed but mildly scathing response - not directed at kaveh, but at the lack of manners the present company was displaying. but then, the architect just has to go and ingratiate him in with the circle when he's perfectly happy at the mild discomfort his quiet presence would cause, has to drag him in to these ridiculous social frivolities that alhaitham had nothing but distaste for.
that's where they differed, kaveh and himself. the scribe was more than happy settling back into his role with all the predictability and measured responsibilities it came with. while the akademiya had tried to reason with him to remain the grand sage, the very suggestion had been met with a scoffed laugh and then a '- oh, you're serious?''. he wants a quiet life of his own drection; kaveh wants the stars.
only barely resisting the urge to simply walk back out of the conversation, alhaitham does the bare minimum of a curt nod to the circle he's being introduced to - oh, but then, then kaveh has to sprinkle the salt in the wound as he mentions the leader of his new darshan. how charming he was, how easily he could fit in with kaveh's brand of socialising.
crossing his arms over his chest, the scribe is the only one who doesn't laugh along with the group - though, that was hardly anything out of the ordinary. ]
I wasn't aware such - [ how badly he wants to add 'subjective' here, but even the scribe wasn't acerbic enough to drag his superior in front of the upper echelons of the akademiya, ] - information was of concern.
[ and even though his comment had been cold and factual, the circle laughs again as they interpret it as a joke, which only serves to further annoy him. he regretted turning up tonight, but alhaitham knows he'd regret it more if he'd had to simply sit at home and wonder what these people were getting up to around kaveh - the devil know you is better than the devil you don't.
the laughter quickly dies down as one or two of the scholars catch on to the glower on alhaitham's face, the scribe cutting an imposing figure straight through the group despite the fact he was standing there, saying nothing. the man on the opposite side of kaveh, the one who'd had his arm slung around the blonde's slim shoulders just minutes before - alhaitham's misplaced his name already, because it's inconsequential information - clears his throat and starts talking again, trying to revive the conversation. odd, how he seems to be talking mainly at kaveh.
'What's a more pertinent question is, how has Kshahrewar hidden such charm themselves? What an honour, to be able to celebrate Sage Fairouz's - and the other's - appointments with one of the finest architects to grace the land!' ]
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[ is his hushed but mildly scathing response - not directed at kaveh, but at the lack of manners the present company was displaying. but then, the architect just has to go and ingratiate him in with the circle when he's perfectly happy at the mild discomfort his quiet presence would cause, has to drag him in to these ridiculous social frivolities that alhaitham had nothing but distaste for.
that's where they differed, kaveh and himself. the scribe was more than happy settling back into his role with all the predictability and measured responsibilities it came with. while the akademiya had tried to reason with him to remain the grand sage, the very suggestion had been met with a scoffed laugh and then a '- oh, you're serious?''. he wants a quiet life of his own drection; kaveh wants the stars.
only barely resisting the urge to simply walk back out of the conversation, alhaitham does the bare minimum of a curt nod to the circle he's being introduced to - oh, but then, then kaveh has to sprinkle the salt in the wound as he mentions the leader of his new darshan. how charming he was, how easily he could fit in with kaveh's brand of socialising.
crossing his arms over his chest, the scribe is the only one who doesn't laugh along with the group - though, that was hardly anything out of the ordinary. ]
I wasn't aware such - [ how badly he wants to add 'subjective' here, but even the scribe wasn't acerbic enough to drag his superior in front of the upper echelons of the akademiya, ] - information was of concern.
[ and even though his comment had been cold and factual, the circle laughs again as they interpret it as a joke, which only serves to further annoy him. he regretted turning up tonight, but alhaitham knows he'd regret it more if he'd had to simply sit at home and wonder what these people were getting up to around kaveh - the devil know you is better than the devil you don't.
the laughter quickly dies down as one or two of the scholars catch on to the glower on alhaitham's face, the scribe cutting an imposing figure straight through the group despite the fact he was standing there, saying nothing. the man on the opposite side of kaveh, the one who'd had his arm slung around the blonde's slim shoulders just minutes before - alhaitham's misplaced his name already, because it's inconsequential information - clears his throat and starts talking again, trying to revive the conversation. odd, how he seems to be talking mainly at kaveh.
'What's a more pertinent question is, how has Kshahrewar hidden such charm themselves? What an honour, to be able to celebrate Sage Fairouz's - and the other's - appointments with one of the finest architects to grace the land!' ]