True validation is internal, you know. [ because he's still not going to say it, as much as kaveh is angling for him to admit it out loud. alhaitham might be mildly besotted, but he was still obtuse. raising an eyebrow; ] I don't know why you need me to reassure you about your intellect.
[ and then he lets the other free of the cage he'd created around him with his body, sinking back into the mattress on his side - but pulling the blonde into his arms as he settles. alhaitham's words might be acerbic, but his touch was strong and gentle as his face presses into that crown of soft, golden hair, a sigh escaping his lips that sounds almost like contentment. ]
I probably still have some sway after my stint as the Grand Sage, [ a measured voice murmurs against kaveh, impossible to tell if he was actually being serious or not. ] Perhaps I could have a word with Kshahrewar - we could even come to some sort of agreement.
[ the midday sun was doing nothing to help fend off the encroaching fatigue, the warmth, comfort and proximity of his partner (if that's what they were calling it) a soporific combination. weekends were designed for self-indulgence, and alhaitham was exactly where he wanted to be.
idly, his fingers stroke down the small of kaveh's back in a soothing, repetitive rhythm. ]
[ When he has time to think about this later on— outside, that is, of the saccharine pink fog of Alhaitham Alhaitham Alhaitham that currently clouds the parts of his mind not already shrouded by the hangover— he'll be amazed at the contented laze they slip into when the scribe slides off him and pulls him back into his embrace.
Never before now has he been able to just lie in bed and not worry about something— about work, about mora. Even with other partners he's found himself restless, trying to initiate something extra or even getting out of bed to cook. Lying around in bed has always been his roommate's thing, not his, and yet—
Really, Kaveh can't imagine he'd rather be anywhere else. Between the soft sigh on Alhaitham's lips and the rhythm of fingers at his back, paired with the idle ridiculousness of the words on his tongue, the architect feels like he could lie here forever.
It's in the spirit of that feeling that he lets the comments about his intellect go— someday he'll have Alhaitham admit it out loud, screw this internal validation thing— and instead just presses his own face into the hollow of the scribe's throat, a soft chuckle on his lips, lazy kisses left sweetly against the skin. ]
If I get to have a say in this— [ he murmurs, a playful lilt in his voice, ] —I would suggest that you each "get" me full time, but in different ways. Experience has shown that you and I shouldn't work together, after all, and quite frankly I'd rather not be like this with any of my colleagues.
[ A tilt of his head and a graze of his lips along the bottom of Alhaitham's chin emphasize his statement. ]
Mm. [ is his quiet, displeased hum into kaveh's hair at the idea of him lying in bed with his kshahrewar colleagues. ] I'd rather that not happen, either.
[ but the calm atmosphere that had fallen over the two of them is enough to assuage the jealousy such a thought could trigger, the scribe's eyes sliding closed as being awake becomes too much of a chore. between the almost-stuffy warmth of the room and kaveh's lyrical voice reverberating against his skin as he peppered gentle touches across it, alhaitham hadn't really a hope of fighting off the nap he'd unceremoniously dragged the blonde in here for. ]
We'll see, light of Kshahrewar.
[ he murmurs against the crown of kaveh's head, the scribe's voice somehow losing some of its insufferable edge now that he was falling asleep. because of that, it's hard to tell if he's using the other's title as a sarcastic response or a genuine compliment considering the knowledge he now had that kaveh actually liked the name.
no further inquiry would be had either, because aside from a kiss so soft on the side of kaveh's temple that one might imagine it had simply not existed, alhaitham's breathing slows to a steady rhythm that suggests he's completely, immovably asleep.
if he stirs, it's only to subconsciously pull the other closer to him. ]
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[ and then he lets the other free of the cage he'd created around him with his body, sinking back into the mattress on his side - but pulling the blonde into his arms as he settles. alhaitham's words might be acerbic, but his touch was strong and gentle as his face presses into that crown of soft, golden hair, a sigh escaping his lips that sounds almost like contentment. ]
I probably still have some sway after my stint as the Grand Sage, [ a measured voice murmurs against kaveh, impossible to tell if he was actually being serious or not. ] Perhaps I could have a word with Kshahrewar - we could even come to some sort of agreement.
[ the midday sun was doing nothing to help fend off the encroaching fatigue, the warmth, comfort and proximity of his partner (if that's what they were calling it) a soporific combination. weekends were designed for self-indulgence, and alhaitham was exactly where he wanted to be.
idly, his fingers stroke down the small of kaveh's back in a soothing, repetitive rhythm. ]
They get you weekdays and I, weekends.
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Never before now has he been able to just lie in bed and not worry about something— about work, about mora. Even with other partners he's found himself restless, trying to initiate something extra or even getting out of bed to cook. Lying around in bed has always been his roommate's thing, not his, and yet—
Really, Kaveh can't imagine he'd rather be anywhere else. Between the soft sigh on Alhaitham's lips and the rhythm of fingers at his back, paired with the idle ridiculousness of the words on his tongue, the architect feels like he could lie here forever.
It's in the spirit of that feeling that he lets the comments about his intellect go— someday he'll have Alhaitham admit it out loud, screw this internal validation thing— and instead just presses his own face into the hollow of the scribe's throat, a soft chuckle on his lips, lazy kisses left sweetly against the skin. ]
If I get to have a say in this— [ he murmurs, a playful lilt in his voice, ] —I would suggest that you each "get" me full time, but in different ways. Experience has shown that you and I shouldn't work together, after all, and quite frankly I'd rather not be like this with any of my colleagues.
[ A tilt of his head and a graze of his lips along the bottom of Alhaitham's chin emphasize his statement. ]
What say you, O Grand Scribe?
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[ but the calm atmosphere that had fallen over the two of them is enough to assuage the jealousy such a thought could trigger, the scribe's eyes sliding closed as being awake becomes too much of a chore. between the almost-stuffy warmth of the room and kaveh's lyrical voice reverberating against his skin as he peppered gentle touches across it, alhaitham hadn't really a hope of fighting off the nap he'd unceremoniously dragged the blonde in here for. ]
We'll see, light of Kshahrewar.
[ he murmurs against the crown of kaveh's head, the scribe's voice somehow losing some of its insufferable edge now that he was falling asleep. because of that, it's hard to tell if he's using the other's title as a sarcastic response or a genuine compliment considering the knowledge he now had that kaveh actually liked the name.
no further inquiry would be had either, because aside from a kiss so soft on the side of kaveh's temple that one might imagine it had simply not existed, alhaitham's breathing slows to a steady rhythm that suggests he's completely, immovably asleep.
if he stirs, it's only to subconsciously pull the other closer to him. ]