[ it would be infuriating enough to simply listen to one side of the conversation. although rarely admitted out loud, there's something quietly satisfying about kaveh getting recognition after the akademiya's struggles, and while alhaitham isn't so much artistic himself, he'd always been able to appreciate the intrinsic value of the arts - much like architecture was all picturesque structure, so too could words be if interpreted in the correct way.
however -
over the years, alhaitham had unfortunately had to cross paths with most of the incumbent akademiya, even more so while he'd filled in the role of grand sage while the dust settled and the squabbles died down. he might not be able to spin as lyrical a conversation as kaveh, but the scribe had an eagle eye for disingenuity, for people only weaving words to gain something out of another, and nasser's pithy comments stank of it. whether it was to garner favour from someone he saw about to climb the akademiya's ranks, or whether it was to flirt with the architect himself he can't tell, but it rankles the taller man either way.
it's when the arm is so carelessly slung over kaveh's slim shoulders that a strange sense of electricity begins to roll off the scribe, like lion eying its prey from across a savannah. there's visible tension constricting alhaitham, and no amount of gentle tugging on his sleeve was going to undo it. ]
Didn't I hear the core argument of that paper was in the process of being debunked by a junior in your darshan? [ the scribe interjects flatly, sipping his wine as he stares straight at nasser with a look that'd make an average man flee. ] Some revisions may be in order if you wish to stay ahead of the curve? Such is the fast-paced nature of academia.
[ after all, alhaitham is factually correct - most research proposals pass over his desk, so he's more intimately aware of most scholar's work in a broad sense than anyone else - but he's not afraid to say exactly what he thinks, and the longer that arm stays wrapped around the blonde's shoulders, his opinion drops ever lower. ]
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however -
over the years, alhaitham had unfortunately had to cross paths with most of the incumbent akademiya, even more so while he'd filled in the role of grand sage while the dust settled and the squabbles died down. he might not be able to spin as lyrical a conversation as kaveh, but the scribe had an eagle eye for disingenuity, for people only weaving words to gain something out of another, and nasser's pithy comments stank of it. whether it was to garner favour from someone he saw about to climb the akademiya's ranks, or whether it was to flirt with the architect himself he can't tell, but it rankles the taller man either way.
it's when the arm is so carelessly slung over kaveh's slim shoulders that a strange sense of electricity begins to roll off the scribe, like lion eying its prey from across a savannah. there's visible tension constricting alhaitham, and no amount of gentle tugging on his sleeve was going to undo it. ]
Didn't I hear the core argument of that paper was in the process of being debunked by a junior in your darshan? [ the scribe interjects flatly, sipping his wine as he stares straight at nasser with a look that'd make an average man flee. ] Some revisions may be in order if you wish to stay ahead of the curve? Such is the fast-paced nature of academia.
[ after all, alhaitham is factually correct - most research proposals pass over his desk, so he's more intimately aware of most scholar's work in a broad sense than anyone else - but he's not afraid to say exactly what he thinks, and the longer that arm stays wrapped around the blonde's shoulders, his opinion drops ever lower. ]