Hey! [ he exclaims, offended, as if he has any right to be when the other speaks the truthβ more than once has Kaveh had to purchase additional clothing against the cold desert nights, or an extra toothbrush, or something else equally important somehow forgotten in the rush of his packing. This perfectly true fact doesn't stop him from pouting about Alhaitham trying to kick him out of bed, though. ] I'll do it today. Don't rush me right nowβ I'm enjoying this.
[ And he is. In fact, instead of getting up, Kaveh puts any remaining cups and plates on the side table before bodily pulling Alhaitham back down to the bed with him, arms and legs draped over the other in a silent declaration: right now, he's not going anywhere. Right now, he wants to get as much of this as he can.
He's going to miss Alhaitham this week, but at least it won't be the horrid, hollow pain of the week just past. And when he gets back, they can talk about their future, about plans for dreams so big a single piece of drafting paper can't contain them. ]
Sleep. You need it, to shake off your hangover.
[ For now, Kaveh closes his eyes, a smile on his lips. ]
[ the scribe lets himself get tugged back down towards the bed, putting up zero resistance as long limbs wind their way around him in a way that had grown both comforting and familiar. most mornings they awoke to a similar sort of arrangement as kaveh always seems to gravitate towards him in the night regardless of how they go to sleep - and even though it strongly reminded alhaitham of how a tree monkey would act, it was also extremely endearing.
shocked as he is that he's grown to welcome someone in his personal space, alhaitham will refuse to complain. for once. ]
Decent advice, considering the source.
[ he murmurs, settling back into the soft down of the mattress and snaking one muscled arm around the architect's slim waist. the edges of his words get lost in golden hair as his lips brush against the crown of kaveh's head, leaving the ghost of a kiss so faint you'd wonder if it was even really there - and then the scribe's eyes slip closed.
a few moments pass as alhaitham's breathing begins to even out, signaling that he's on the edge of sleep, but before he does, some quiet words sneak out; ]
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[ And he is. In fact, instead of getting up, Kaveh puts any remaining cups and plates on the side table before bodily pulling Alhaitham back down to the bed with him, arms and legs draped over the other in a silent declaration: right now, he's not going anywhere. Right now, he wants to get as much of this as he can.
He's going to miss Alhaitham this week, but at least it won't be the horrid, hollow pain of the week just past. And when he gets back, they can talk about their future, about plans for dreams so big a single piece of drafting paper can't contain them. ]
Sleep. You need it, to shake off your hangover.
[ For now, Kaveh closes his eyes, a smile on his lips. ]
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shocked as he is that he's grown to welcome someone in his personal space, alhaitham will refuse to complain. for once. ]
Decent advice, considering the source.
[ he murmurs, settling back into the soft down of the mattress and snaking one muscled arm around the architect's slim waist. the edges of his words get lost in golden hair as his lips brush against the crown of kaveh's head, leaving the ghost of a kiss so faint you'd wonder if it was even really there - and then the scribe's eyes slip closed.
a few moments pass as alhaitham's breathing begins to even out, signaling that he's on the edge of sleep, but before he does, some quiet words sneak out; ]
If you snore, I'm waking you up.