[ congruent to his abrasive personality, the scholar doesn't go quietly with alhaitham - not that he'd expected him to, that is. swiping his face clean with his sleeve wasn't the most ideal solution to being splattered with someone else's blood, especially since he was wearing white for once, and it's really that that's bothering him as he hauls the scumbag across the floor, not the somewhat shocked expressions he was receiving.
"is that - the former grand sage?" "who's that with him? they didn't get into a fist fight at a professional affair, did they? how barbaric -" "keep your voice down! of course the scribe of the akademiya wouldn't stoop to such a level."
the hubbub is, of course, interspersed with further insults from the man in alhaitham's vicelike grip, mostly directed at his captor. but, the conversations, the yelling, all of it fades to white noise because at least the culprit is distracted for the moment; at least he's too focused on the scribe to smear kaveh's name in the dirt, and at least the commotion was enough to attract the attention of the general mahamatra without having to cross the entire hall floor.
looking decidedly unaffected, alhaitham hands off the man in his custody to a pair of matra who had joined cyno on his approach who get an equally loud and vulgar list of epithets. it's not unnoticed that the general's eyes flick between the scribe and the scholar's broken nose in a scrutinising manner - nothing would ever get past him - but as an aside and in confidence, a few murmured words from alhaitham to the general explains (at least) what's needed to be known for now. judging from the minute narrowing of crimson eyes and the curtness with which kaveh's attacker is then escorted from the room by the matra guard, the scribe almost feels pity for him.
the general scorned was not a person to trifle with, and by assaulting kaveh - trifle he had.
the matter dealt with, alhaitham makes his way back across the hall to where he'd left kaveh, completely ignoring the fact the volume in the room had dropped significantly since he'd emerged. no, he was more concerned with rolling up his sleeves because one was now stained with the blood of a scumbag, and it was going to take a great deal of effort to launder it out.
ducking back under the curtain that hung across the side hall entrance, his eyes come to rest on kaveh - pacing back and forth, but thankfully, where he'd left him.
this of all times was probably the most worthwhile to have actually listened to alhaitham's 'advice'. ]
It's been resolved.
[ he states simply, the tone as neutral as if this had been a matter to solve that had crossed his desk that day. though, after a short pause the scribe offers a quieter; ]
no subject
"is that - the former grand sage?" "who's that with him? they didn't get into a fist fight at a professional affair, did they? how barbaric -" "keep your voice down! of course the scribe of the akademiya wouldn't stoop to such a level."
the hubbub is, of course, interspersed with further insults from the man in alhaitham's vicelike grip, mostly directed at his captor. but, the conversations, the yelling, all of it fades to white noise because at least the culprit is distracted for the moment; at least he's too focused on the scribe to smear kaveh's name in the dirt, and at least the commotion was enough to attract the attention of the general mahamatra without having to cross the entire hall floor.
looking decidedly unaffected, alhaitham hands off the man in his custody to a pair of matra who had joined cyno on his approach who get an equally loud and vulgar list of epithets. it's not unnoticed that the general's eyes flick between the scribe and the scholar's broken nose in a scrutinising manner - nothing would ever get past him - but as an aside and in confidence, a few murmured words from alhaitham to the general explains (at least) what's needed to be known for now. judging from the minute narrowing of crimson eyes and the curtness with which kaveh's attacker is then escorted from the room by the matra guard, the scribe almost feels pity for him.
the general scorned was not a person to trifle with, and by assaulting kaveh - trifle he had.
the matter dealt with, alhaitham makes his way back across the hall to where he'd left kaveh, completely ignoring the fact the volume in the room had dropped significantly since he'd emerged. no, he was more concerned with rolling up his sleeves because one was now stained with the blood of a scumbag, and it was going to take a great deal of effort to launder it out.
ducking back under the curtain that hung across the side hall entrance, his eyes come to rest on kaveh - pacing back and forth, but thankfully, where he'd left him.
this of all times was probably the most worthwhile to have actually listened to alhaitham's 'advice'. ]
It's been resolved.
[ he states simply, the tone as neutral as if this had been a matter to solve that had crossed his desk that day. though, after a short pause the scribe offers a quieter; ]
Are you - ... alright?