[ the soft brush of golden hair and cool fingers against his face is a welcome comfort to a difficult conversation and a pounding headache, eyes slipping closed as he simply enjoys. the warmth and proximity he'd been bereft of for a week still felt like a relief, even though they'd already spent the night tangled together; even though they'd been spoiled for touch since their reconciliation.
with a quiet huff that's mostly disbelief at his own sentimentality, long arms wind around kaveh's waist and come to rest at his sides. the way they're seated makes it difficult to reach too far forward, so instead the scribe settles for stroking a thumb slowly, rhythmically against the skin just above the hem of his pants - a soothing gesture more than anything else, but at the same time, alhaitham can't quite help himself from touching.
the morning didn't need to be anything more than this, but he realises he's loathe to let the other go so easily again - a thought that brings his sluggish mind back to one of the catalysts of the night before.
a murmur, with obvious reluctance; ]
If that's the case, there were other things that came up last night we should probably discuss; significant things. [ turquoise eyes open again to fix on kaveh's, if only to demonstrate that he was serious. after all, the plans that the architect had drawn, mentions of a future, much less a family - all things that would probably warrant definition before misunderstanding. ] - but, not right now.
no subject
[ the soft brush of golden hair and cool fingers against his face is a welcome comfort to a difficult conversation and a pounding headache, eyes slipping closed as he simply enjoys. the warmth and proximity he'd been bereft of for a week still felt like a relief, even though they'd already spent the night tangled together; even though they'd been spoiled for touch since their reconciliation.
with a quiet huff that's mostly disbelief at his own sentimentality, long arms wind around kaveh's waist and come to rest at his sides. the way they're seated makes it difficult to reach too far forward, so instead the scribe settles for stroking a thumb slowly, rhythmically against the skin just above the hem of his pants - a soothing gesture more than anything else, but at the same time, alhaitham can't quite help himself from touching.
the morning didn't need to be anything more than this, but he realises he's loathe to let the other go so easily again - a thought that brings his sluggish mind back to one of the catalysts of the night before.
a murmur, with obvious reluctance; ]
If that's the case, there were other things that came up last night we should probably discuss; significant things. [ turquoise eyes open again to fix on kaveh's, if only to demonstrate that he was serious. after all, the plans that the architect had drawn, mentions of a future, much less a family - all things that would probably warrant definition before misunderstanding. ] - but, not right now.
Later.