[ as for days not going as they remotely thought it would? seems that was the case for them both.
halfway through a routine meeting with one of the sage's assistants to catch up on mundane matters - research proposals, thesis progress, documentation requests - alhaitham had hardly expected to hear his own name echoing through the halls outside his office in an extremely familiar voice, the cry quickly punctuated by his door slamming open. the matra outside briefly peer in, visibly confused as the scribe and his guest, a lovely, unassuming young woman from the rtawahist darshan, all stare back at the interloper.
as much as the interruption is sudden, the wood of the door pushed open so hard it rebounds off the inside wall, alhaitham looks rather dispassionate as his partner stalks into his office and demands to know why he'd sought out lord sangemah bay a couple of weeks ago; why, now, he was free from the tethers of debt.
there's an awkward moment of silence before the scribe clears his throat and looks to the woman seated across the desk from him, a hand waving at the matra to dismiss them from looking on any further. ]
It may be prudent to continue this conversation at another time. [ he offers in a tone that's so normal, you wouldn't have thought his lover had just dramatically stormed in on him at work. ] The secretary will be able to reschedule our meeting to continue later this week.
[ the scribe's statement doesn't leave much room for debate or interjection, not that the woman looks like she wants to, anyway - not sandwiched inbetween this strange energy. she nods agreeably, sorts her papers and sees herself out, giving the fuming light of the kshahrewar and the former grand sage a wide berth as she does so.
the doors close behind her, leaving the two in some relative privacy; at least, after announcing the conflict to the entire akademiya. looking back at those furious crimson eyes with all the nonchalance that he usually wears, alhaitham's expression is unreadable as he crosses his arms over his chest. ]
I imagine because I did.
[ he replies candidly, as though it was nothing to hide. not that alhaitham ever really tried to hide anything he said or did. ]
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halfway through a routine meeting with one of the sage's assistants to catch up on mundane matters - research proposals, thesis progress, documentation requests - alhaitham had hardly expected to hear his own name echoing through the halls outside his office in an extremely familiar voice, the cry quickly punctuated by his door slamming open. the matra outside briefly peer in, visibly confused as the scribe and his guest, a lovely, unassuming young woman from the rtawahist darshan, all stare back at the interloper.
as much as the interruption is sudden, the wood of the door pushed open so hard it rebounds off the inside wall, alhaitham looks rather dispassionate as his partner stalks into his office and demands to know why he'd sought out lord sangemah bay a couple of weeks ago; why, now, he was free from the tethers of debt.
there's an awkward moment of silence before the scribe clears his throat and looks to the woman seated across the desk from him, a hand waving at the matra to dismiss them from looking on any further. ]
It may be prudent to continue this conversation at another time. [ he offers in a tone that's so normal, you wouldn't have thought his lover had just dramatically stormed in on him at work. ] The secretary will be able to reschedule our meeting to continue later this week.
[ the scribe's statement doesn't leave much room for debate or interjection, not that the woman looks like she wants to, anyway - not sandwiched inbetween this strange energy. she nods agreeably, sorts her papers and sees herself out, giving the fuming light of the kshahrewar and the former grand sage a wide berth as she does so.
the doors close behind her, leaving the two in some relative privacy; at least, after announcing the conflict to the entire akademiya. looking back at those furious crimson eyes with all the nonchalance that he usually wears, alhaitham's expression is unreadable as he crosses his arms over his chest. ]
I imagine because I did.
[ he replies candidly, as though it was nothing to hide. not that alhaitham ever really tried to hide anything he said or did. ]
Could this not have waited until later?