[ the scribe retorts, his tone a little clipped - kaveh did so love to fill in the blanks and dream up the worst conclusions with very little encouragement, almost as much as he liked to collect stray creatures. by no means does alhaitham genuinely think his partner is weak; quite the contrary, he's often surprised by the amount of strength stored in the form of deceptively lithe muscles and his lean build. of course, that surprise had been a largely recent phenomenon considering such power was usually most evident in their night-time activities - but, nevertheless.
the architect's head drops in shame for a moment before he tries to rewrite his expression into a smile, causing alhaitham to let out a sigh. the fox in his awkward grip had now begun to struggle, obviously unhappy with being held out like someone would a bundle of dirty washing, and after some lively squirming the scribe decides to grant him? her? their undeserved freedom. paws touch the ground and it gives alhaitham a staunch look before turning sassily away, immediately disengaging to go jump on some other surface full of delicate objects.
half an eye is kept on the one searching through the stack of books on his 'to read' list to make sure it doesn't destroy them, and then the scribe instead diverts his attention back to more pressing matters. ]
I'm not mad. [ he asserts, turquoise eyes still lingering on the marks on kaveh's skin that snaked just out of sight. ] It would be disingenuous to say I'm thrilled you're in such a condition, however. Have you even tended to your wounds properly, or did you prioritise the care of others - [ a pointed look is shot in the direction of the fox in kaveh's arms - ] over you own as usual?
[ he knows the answer to his question is probably 'no', because alhaitham has never known someone so easily distracted by the plight of others - and without really waiting for an answer, he steps to the side and places his hands at the small of kaveh's back to gently shoo him from the room. they were going to go to the bathroom, and he was going to make sure that the injuries were tended to properly because goddess knows kaveh is putting himself last on a very long list. ]
no subject
[ the scribe retorts, his tone a little clipped - kaveh did so love to fill in the blanks and dream up the worst conclusions with very little encouragement, almost as much as he liked to collect stray creatures. by no means does alhaitham genuinely think his partner is weak; quite the contrary, he's often surprised by the amount of strength stored in the form of deceptively lithe muscles and his lean build. of course, that surprise had been a largely recent phenomenon considering such power was usually most evident in their night-time activities - but, nevertheless.
the architect's head drops in shame for a moment before he tries to rewrite his expression into a smile, causing alhaitham to let out a sigh. the fox in his awkward grip had now begun to struggle, obviously unhappy with being held out like someone would a bundle of dirty washing, and after some lively squirming the scribe decides to grant him? her? their undeserved freedom. paws touch the ground and it gives alhaitham a staunch look before turning sassily away, immediately disengaging to go jump on some other surface full of delicate objects.
half an eye is kept on the one searching through the stack of books on his 'to read' list to make sure it doesn't destroy them, and then the scribe instead diverts his attention back to more pressing matters. ]
I'm not mad. [ he asserts, turquoise eyes still lingering on the marks on kaveh's skin that snaked just out of sight. ] It would be disingenuous to say I'm thrilled you're in such a condition, however. Have you even tended to your wounds properly, or did you prioritise the care of others - [ a pointed look is shot in the direction of the fox in kaveh's arms - ] over you own as usual?
[ he knows the answer to his question is probably 'no', because alhaitham has never known someone so easily distracted by the plight of others - and without really waiting for an answer, he steps to the side and places his hands at the small of kaveh's back to gently shoo him from the room. they were going to go to the bathroom, and he was going to make sure that the injuries were tended to properly because goddess knows kaveh is putting himself last on a very long list. ]
Come on. You're getting cleaned up.