[ Today started like any normal weekday in Alhaitham's home has over the month since they've started dating. Kaveh woke in tune with his boyfriend's first stirring from sleep, lazily leaving soft kisses over the scribe's jaw and throat before the other dragged himself reluctantly out of bed. Crimson eyes creaked half-open, the blonde lay sprawled in the covers, watching as the other man dressed to go to work. And when Alhaitham left, it wasn't before receiving a demanded kiss, a reminder that his lunch was already packed for him, waiting on the kitchen counter. After that, Kaveh allowed himself to drift back off to sleep, a short nap before he rose to prepare for the day ahead.
It was a short way into his morning chores, as he gathered up the day's mail, that the trajectory he had planned changed, dramatically: with a letter from one Lord Sangemah Bay, declaring the remainder of his debt paid off— in full. Chores forgotten, perturbation and confusion permeating the whole of his thought, Kaveh set off in haste for the Palace of Alcazarzaray, seeking an urgent audience with its master— surely, he asked, there was some mistake? His debt was, after all, colossal in extent; while he saw a time in the future it would be paid, that time was not now. But Dori informed him with glee that every last mora was back where it belonged, lining her gilded pockets, and that that Akademiya Scribe himself was responsible.
"Oho, he may be just as pig-headed and dishonest as those other scholars, dear Kaveh," she informed him, voice alight with glee, "but he is certainly not without means for himself! He must have taken a liking to you, I suppose~ Either way, you should count your blessings, hmm?"
Kaveh is not counting his blessings. To the contrary, something about the whole thing has left a sour taste in his mouth that he can't quite place, an uncomfortable anxiety that sits deep in his lungs as if waiting to be choked out. He can't decide whether he should be angry or upset, humiliated or just confused— and somehow, he's all of them at once.
So, no: all in all, today is not going even remotely as he thought it would.
Before he knows what he's doing, he's at the Akademiya, ruby eyes glinting with unshed tears, long fingers clenched into fists as he storms through its elegant rooms; he bellows Alhaitham's name before he even reaches the scribe's office, and, perhaps judging his disheveled state as something not worth tangling with, the matra posted outside makes very little attempt to stop him as he slams the door open with a strong push of his arm. The scribe is not alone, but Kaveh's in too deep to stop. He stands in the doorway, trembling with brimming emotion as the question falls from his lips, words splintered and sharp: ]
Why was I just informed that you paid off my debt?
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It was a short way into his morning chores, as he gathered up the day's mail, that the trajectory he had planned changed, dramatically: with a letter from one Lord Sangemah Bay, declaring the remainder of his debt paid off— in full. Chores forgotten, perturbation and confusion permeating the whole of his thought, Kaveh set off in haste for the Palace of Alcazarzaray, seeking an urgent audience with its master— surely, he asked, there was some mistake? His debt was, after all, colossal in extent; while he saw a time in the future it would be paid, that time was not now. But Dori informed him with glee that every last mora was back where it belonged, lining her gilded pockets, and that that Akademiya Scribe himself was responsible.
"Oho, he may be just as pig-headed and dishonest as those other scholars, dear Kaveh," she informed him, voice alight with glee, "but he is certainly not without means for himself! He must have taken a liking to you, I suppose~ Either way, you should count your blessings, hmm?"
Kaveh is not counting his blessings. To the contrary, something about the whole thing has left a sour taste in his mouth that he can't quite place, an uncomfortable anxiety that sits deep in his lungs as if waiting to be choked out. He can't decide whether he should be angry or upset, humiliated or just confused— and somehow, he's all of them at once.
So, no: all in all, today is not going even remotely as he thought it would.
Before he knows what he's doing, he's at the Akademiya, ruby eyes glinting with unshed tears, long fingers clenched into fists as he storms through its elegant rooms; he bellows Alhaitham's name before he even reaches the scribe's office, and, perhaps judging his disheveled state as something not worth tangling with, the matra posted outside makes very little attempt to stop him as he slams the door open with a strong push of his arm. The scribe is not alone, but Kaveh's in too deep to stop. He stands in the doorway, trembling with brimming emotion as the question falls from his lips, words splintered and sharp: ]
Why was I just informed that you paid off my debt?