[ For a moment, Kaveh almost wants to protest, wants to push the idea of the promise so that Alhaitham will realize how serious and important it is. But, as frustrating as it might be for him, he understands where the other is coming from, understands that the scribe won't make a promise he doesn't know for sure he can keep. And so he doesn't complain— but he is silent for a short while, trying to decide the best way to respond to him as his lips continue their lazy pattern of kisses over the palm of his hand.
The sudden sharpness of the other's voice makes him stop though, look up in mild surprise, and Kaveh can't help but laugh, his expression immediately fond as he shakes his head. ]
Believe it or not, I wasn't blaming myself. [ He lowers Alhaitham's hand back to his leg so that he can twist to face the other, his lithe fingers rising to cup the sharp sides of his face instead. ] We made this mess together— Maybe I should have been clearer. [ Kaveh's forehead rests against Alhaitham's, ruby eyes meeting emerald, that slight smile quirking the corners of his lips. ]
I don't want us to go through this again. Keeping the intention of a promise is fine— you're right, misunderstandings will probably happen anyway. [ When it comes to the two of them, they always do. ] We'll talk, we'll figure it out, we'll do whatever we have to do to make it right. I love you, and I don't want us to screw this up again.
[ And then, because he wouldn't be Kaveh if he wasn't seeking some sort of approval from the other man, his lips quirk a little more, a question in his expression. ] Better?
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The sudden sharpness of the other's voice makes him stop though, look up in mild surprise, and Kaveh can't help but laugh, his expression immediately fond as he shakes his head. ]
Believe it or not, I wasn't blaming myself. [ He lowers Alhaitham's hand back to his leg so that he can twist to face the other, his lithe fingers rising to cup the sharp sides of his face instead. ] We made this mess together— Maybe I should have been clearer. [ Kaveh's forehead rests against Alhaitham's, ruby eyes meeting emerald, that slight smile quirking the corners of his lips. ]
I don't want us to go through this again. Keeping the intention of a promise is fine— you're right, misunderstandings will probably happen anyway. [ When it comes to the two of them, they always do. ] We'll talk, we'll figure it out, we'll do whatever we have to do to make it right. I love you, and I don't want us to screw this up again.
[ And then, because he wouldn't be Kaveh if he wasn't seeking some sort of approval from the other man, his lips quirk a little more, a question in his expression. ] Better?