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[personal profile] aptitudes 2023-07-13 07:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Objectively speaking, one's thirtieth birthday holds no more significance than one's twenty-ninth. Birthdays and anniversaries are just markers of time, but some are ascribed more importance than others because humans are innately drawn to patterns and milestones. The reason people do this with multiples of five and ten in particular is probably the same reason the people of Sumeru have worked in base ten for well over a thousand years: ten can be counted on fingers, making it a convenient and intuitive number of digits to keep track of.

Alhaitham knows this is one such milestone, and had ordered a small cake for the occasion. Tighnari's arranging a big celebration to be held at Puspa Café later today, of course, but he wanted to get his roommate his favourite kind of cake so they can eat it together without anyone else. He'd even gotten out of bed earlier than usual to go pick it up at the Bazaar and said cake is now sitting in a box on the kitchen counter as Alhaitham finishes making himself some coffee.

He's just about to step out of the kitchen into the main living area when Kaveh begins to complain into the cushions, prompting him to stop in the doorway and lean against the jamb as he listens. Bringing the rim of his cup to his lips, he takes the first sip as he considers why Kaveh is like this today when he's previously enjoyed his birthdays despite inevitably having to deal with the consequences of excessive drinking every time. ]


Tell him yourself. [ He replies immediately without pause, peering at the other man over the rim of his cup. ] I'm not going to force you to go, but I'm not going to lie to Tighnari just because you're seemingly having a mid-life crisis a decade early.
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[personal profile] aptitudes 2023-07-17 03:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Okay, this definitely is an early midlife crisis, but thankfully Alhaitham tactfully refrains from pointing this out when he sees the wetness in Kaveh's eyes. This necessitates a careful approach; he could turn this into their one of their debates and pick apart everything Kaveh has to say, but he's learned that being correct sometimes means nothing at all. This is isn't something he needs to win; what he needs is for Kaveh to not be like this. So he listens without interrupting, waiting until Kaveh stops talking before replying. ]

...All right. [ He acquiesces without second thought, lowering his cup after a slow sip. Kaveh has reached this milestone of perceived importance, and is now regretting the things he wasn't able to do or accomplish in his twenties. He's still neck deep in debt he could've easily avoided and living in someone else's house while so many of his peers are homeowners with children and great social lives.

He's also fast approaching the age his father was when he died. The knowledge that he'll soon outlive him might also be a factor in his current crisis. ]


I'll go tell him at noon. You have until then to change your mind.

[ Alhaitham doesn't particularly care about these gatherings (they're okay and he's come to appreciate them somewhat after rescuing their Archon brought him closer to Cyno and the others, but he can still do without them) and doesn't intend to convince him to go, but he knows Kaveh's enjoyed them previously—so he wants to leave this particular avenue open for a few hours so Kaveh can reassess his feelings on the matter once this outburst has been given time to subside. People are prone to blurting things out during emotional episodes that they later regret. ]

What would you like to do in the meantime?
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[personal profile] aptitudes 2023-07-19 03:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There's the slightest lift to his eyebrow—the one hidden by silver bangs—as the linguist in him analyzes Kaveh's words like one might examine a microscope with an unknown specimen. Kaveh asked if he has any plans today, then followed up with "I'd like..." before rephrasing the question; so he specifically wants to spend time with him. Presumably because the alternative is solitude and Alhaitham is the only available option for company at the moment since he doesn't want to see Tighnari or any one else in his social circle. ]

I'm not busy. [ He replies immediately, then falls silent for a beat or two as he weighs his options and how to best navigate the situation at hand; the last thing he wants is for Kaveh to become more upset and emotionally volatile than he already is. ]

There's cake in the kitchen. We can either eat it here or take it with us on a picnic. [ Another sip of coffee, flavor notes of orchard fruits lingering upon his tongue before the hot liquid travels down his throat. ]

Fresh air might do you good; research suggests that being outside can stimulate the brain to produce serotonin, which improves one's mood and reduces feelings of stress and anxiety.
Edited 2023-07-19 16:11 (UTC)
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[personal profile] aptitudes 2023-07-23 01:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Alhaitham tips his head slightly in a nod at the question, his inscrutable gaze studying Kaveh's expression and body language. Good, he doesn't need any further convincing and he's glad he made decision to pick up that cake as early as possible now. ]

Yes. A Port Ormos-style love cake with rosewater and cardamom; your favourite, unless your tastes have changed recently. [ Back during their Akademiya days, before the two of them started working on the joint research project that would one day carve a chasm in their relationship, the two of them would sometimes go to Puspa Café and study together for their respective courses. They'd order coffee and cake before hitting the books, and Kaveh had been devastated when management took the love cake off the menu and replaced it with baklava. Alhaitham, of course, didn't particularly care; all he needed while memorizing the grammatical morphemes of King Deshret's language was a cup of well-made coffee to fuel his mind and body. ]

...I'd tell you to make your own coffee, but I'll allow it this time. [ His coffee is sacrosanct, but Kaveh continues to be the exception to many things in his life; really, it'd be easier if he wasn't in love with this living, breathing disruption to his routine. But people don't choose who they love nor can they just stop at will so Alhaitham will simply have to keep making these exceptions to his hallowed logic and let this wildly irrational emotion continue to take up residence in his heart.

He takes one last sip, leaving little over a third of liquid in the cup before stepping away from the doorway to press said cup into Kaveh's hand. ]
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[personal profile] aptitudes 2023-07-30 02:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Alhaitham's back stiffens as he gets pulled into the hug, not having expected him to initiate physical contact like this—sure, Kaveh can get clingy at times when he has to carry him home after he's had too many drinks at Lambad's, but he's not like this when sober. It's not unwelcome though, and the tension seeps out of his spine as soon as the initial surprise passes and he makes no effort to disengage, letting the hug run its course.

His hands hover awkwardly above Kaveh's back, not quite sure where to land, or even if they should—and before he can come to a decision, Kaveh has already stepped away. Damn. He doesn't particularly enjoy physical affection, but Kaveh continues to be the exception and he would have liked it to last a little longer. He drops his hands back to his sides and watches Kaveh take a sip, his brow lifting with a touch of barely perceptible confusion at the nickname. What prompted this? Did his crisis stir feelings of nostalgia for years gone by, before their friendship shattered? ]


Remember to repeat that two more times before the day is over. [ Earnest thanks, etc. He considers asking what prompted the nickname, but instead turns around. ]

I'll go pack the picnic basket.

[ And with that, he disappears into the kitchen to pack some picnic food—some fresh fruit, a half-eaten box of kolompeh, and of course the cake—and put on a fresh pot of coffee to put in a thermos. It won't be anything particularly elegant since he didn't plan ahead of time, but hopefully Kaveh won't mind as long as it tastes good. He considers packing a bottle of wine as well, but decides against it. Even if one shared bottle won't be enough to get either of them drunk, it's better if he doesn't give the man anything alcoholic.

Once he finishes packing, he returns to the living room, basket hanging from his left arm. ]
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[personal profile] aptitudes 2023-08-05 10:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ When Alhaitham sees that Kaveh has left the living room, he picks up the copy of Rex Incognito he'd left on the table the previous day and seats himself on the divan. Kaveh's probably getting changed, might as well read a chapter or two in the meantime. At the height of Liyue Harbor's prosperity, a myriad goods and treasures flowed endless in and out of the land like the rising and falling tides...

He glances up when he hears Kaveh's voice, his gaze lingering just a split second too long on the other's figure before settling on his face. As always, Kaveh is pleasant to look at; he's the kind of person who could wear a burlap sack and somehow find a way to make it look good. Red suits him, is the thought that crosses Alhaitham's mind. Kaveh's always favored reds in his wardrobe and every once in a while he thinks about how it's the colour he associates with Kaveh, along with golds. ]


...Took you long enough. [ He snaps his book shut with a soft thumb as he stands up. ] Let's get going.

[ And with that, the two of them leave to find a suitable place for a picnic, their walk taking them from the bustle of the city to the far-stretching slopes of Gandha Hill. The weather is perfect for spending the day in the outdoors—warm with a pleasantly cool breeze, the sky a vivid blue with scattered fluffy white clouds. One slope is a bit steeper than the others but the trek up is worth it, offering both a shade-providing tree, its roots clutching the hill like a fist with fingers sunk into the ground, and a stunning view of Sumeru City.

Taking the folded-up blanket out of the basket, Alhaitham spreads it out on the grass between the roots of the tree, placing it so it's halfway in the sun and halfway in the shade. The best of both worlds. ]


Is this good, or should I move it?
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[personal profile] aptitudes 2023-08-12 06:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ Alhaitham does the same, joining the space next to Kaveh in the shade with his legs stretched out in front of him. Setting down the basket between the two of them, he begins to unpack it and sets out plates, cups, the thermos of coffee, and so on. He then takes a kolompeh and pops it in his mouth, chewing slowly as he unties the white ribbon keeping the cake box's lid secured. ]

No. [ He says with a shake of his head, swallowing the last bit of kolompeh in his mouth. ] It's not big enough for a party.

[ I just wanted something for the two of us, is the thought that accompanies his words but goes unsaid. Flipping the lid open, he reveals the cake within—it's on the plainer side but gloriously browned all around, with a white glaze that's perfectly smooth and even, garnished with crushed pistachios, almonds and rose petals. A pleasant scent of cardamom and rosewater wafts from it, filling his nostrils and making his mouth begin to water a little.

He then carefully cuts the first piece and transfers it to Kaveh's plate. ]


Happy birthday, Kaveh.
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[personal profile] aptitudes 2023-08-17 06:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Yes, he's been told this before—not that Alhaitham gets the chance to actually say it because Kaveh immediate continues without pause. If he recalls correctly, he was nineteen at the time and he'd responded by pointing out that the earliest known record of a cake matching the description of a kayk-e eshgh was from six hundred years ago, making the story extremely implausible. Kaveh, of course, had rolled his eyes at him and told him not to ruin a perfectly good story just because it's not one hundred percent historically accurate.

Once he finishes cutting a piece of cake for himself, Alhaitham brings his cup of coffee to his lips for his lips, feeling the heat coming through the ceramic. As expected, it's too sweet for his tastes, but still within the parameters of acceptable coffee. Black is definitely superior, though. ]


I'd imagine the forbidden knowledge outbreak laying waste to the land was a more pressing concern than pursuing romantic entanglements.

[ Setting the cup down on its saucer, he then pinches a piece of his cake between his fingers and lifts it to his mouth, chewing slowly as he mulls over the story. Maybe he was scared. They were friends after all. He'd be lying if he said he couldn't relate, having said nothing about his true feelings in the many years he's had them; always telling himself that it's better to maintain the status quo than to ruin what they have by getting rejected. And now that Kaveh is back in his life, the status quo is even more important; he can't risk him leaving him alone again. ]

Being indirect isn't a very effective communication method, besides. How is a cake supposed to convey one's true feelings?
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[personal profile] aptitudes 2023-08-22 07:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Most of Sumeru wasn't even aware there was an emergency to begin with, so that point lacks merit.

[ He says, deadpan as ever, attention fixed on that slight falter at the end and the way Kaveh's gaze suddenly drops to his lap. Alhaitham finds himself wishing he had the ability to simply read the other man's thoughts; it'd certainly make it a lot easier to understand what's going on with him today—there has to be something else that's factoring into his ongoing crisis that hasn't been made evident yet, but surmising what it is just from watching his body language is getting more frustrating by the second.

Then Kaveh talks about cakes and Tighnari in the same sentence and Alhaitham falls into an uncharacteristic silence, the kind that stretches on long enough for it to be uncomfortable and makes the very air around them feel still and oppressive; almost like the pressure drop right before the coming storm. The gears in his head start to move, as if something is verge of slotting into place as he turns every word in their conversation up until now over in his head, analyzing them with this new information in mind.

Tighnari's birthday is in December so it definitely wasn't intended to congratulate him... and Kaveh had just launched into the historically inaccurate story behind the love cake entirely unprompted, for some reason, while completely sober. The romantic aspect of it means something to him; it's therefore not unreasonable to assume that he would give someone a cake with the intention of expressing certain sentiment toward the recipient.

Also... didn't Tighnari and Cyno make their relationship official recently? ]


...So that's what this is about, then? You're upset because you were too late in confessing your feelings for Tighnari. [ It doesn't show on his face, but something in his stomach churns at the thought, a tendril of jealousy rising in his chest. ]
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[personal profile] aptitudes 2023-08-28 06:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The confusion glinting across the red of Kaveh's eyes tells Alhaitham that he isn't lying about his lack of feelings for Tighnari. Is this line of reasoning predicated upon the wrong premise, then, and romantic feelings don't factor into the blond's ongoing crisis at all? But then Kaveh keeps talking like he's had too much wine despite being (to his knowledge) entirely sober, giving him more to analyze and dissect like an Amurtan student would a frog on a biology lab table. ]

No, do continue. What were you about to say?

[ The skin between his brows crease in thought as looks Kaveh in the eye, gaze akin to the claws of an eagle as it sinks into the soft body of a rabbit; he's not going to let him get away with a "never mind". ]
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[personal profile] aptitudes 2023-08-30 07:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Again, he listens in silence without interrupting at any point to let Kaveh get it all out, his piercing gaze never once leaving the other man's face. His sights are trained on him and he begins to dissect his words, demeanour, and tone as if it's some scrap of unpondered lore or an ancient script inscribed upon stone pillars of old, waiting to be deciphered.

Most of it isn't new information. He's well aware of the guilt Kaveh carries like a millstone around his neck, his perceived responsibility for his father dying out in the desert even though the blame should be placed upon Sachin. This is where most other people would perhaps try to assuage it by saying it wasn't your fault, you were just a child. But Alhaitham isn't most other people and he leaves the topic of Kaveh's guilt be. That is something Kaveh ought to discuss with a therapist because it's way above his pay grade.

The metaphorical scalpel continues to make its incision. As he thought; in hitting this milestone that's a multiple of ten, he's become painfully aware of the things he failed to accomplish in his twenties. His earlier conclusion was only slightly off in assuming he was comparing his accomplishments (or lack thereof) to those of his peers rather than his parents's.

He lifts his hand as though he's about to reach out and wipe Kaveh's tears away, but aborts the motion and lets it drop back down to his lap. "—waiting for the right person to even notice they existed."

This is new information. And as previously established, it cannot be Tighnari. Not that he would even fit the description of someone who'd fail to notice that he exists. But who could it be? He cannot think of a single person in Kaveh's social circle who would fit. And it can't be him, given that he went out of his way to buy him the cake he's now crying into. From a logical point of view, he doesn't fit at all. But this is Kaveh, driven by emotion and not always moderated by reason. From his point of view, Alhaitham is a cold and unfeeling asshole. Of course he would think he never noticed him.

Something indescribable tightens in his chest as the thought settles into his mind, resting heavily against his ribcage. Alhaitham's hands ball into fists against his legs. He can remain silent and maintain the status quo as he's already done for over a decade, or... speak, not knowing for certain if conclusion is even the right one. ]


Perhaps the right person was waiting for signs of reciprocal interest. [ A quiet exhale. He still doesn't avert his gaze, as tempting it is to look at Sumeru City instead as the words leave his mouth. ] I assumed you weren't interested in me.
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[personal profile] aptitudes 2023-09-04 04:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Oh. Oh. That indescribable feeling tightens further still as Kaveh speaks the words he's longed to hear since he was just a boy; it's followed by a sense of relief filling his heart as it becomes clear that the feelings he kept quiet about for so long were mutual after all. Perhaps in time he will feel the regret of not saying anything sooner but right now he can only feel joy. Something visibly softens in the way he looks at Kaveh and without thinking he brings his hand to the other's face and gently wipes at a tear with his thumb. ]

...Do you remember our first academic debate, Kaveh? That's the precise moment I fell in love.

[ It was around five months after their first encounter in the library; he was fourteen at the time, right on the cusp of entering puberty, and he wasn't used to debating with people who could keep up with him. But then Kaveh had entered his life and proved his mettle by keeping pace with him for well over two hours, red eyes alight with unmatched brilliance and passion. It had knocked the metaphorical breath out of Alhaitham and the debate could've easily lasted even longer than it did had they not needed to eat.

Somewhat begrudgingly, he ceded victory to Kaveh and concluded that his own inexperience with debates in a proper academic setting was the reason he had lost, vowing to work on articulating his arguments with better precision and gravitas and to better avoid the fallacies that weaken his position. ]


You're the only person I've ever wanted to be with.
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[personal profile] aptitudes 2023-09-17 03:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ I just confessed my feelings and you're asking for permission to do what I've wanted to do for over a decade?

That's the reply in Alhaitham's mind, but he doesn't verbalize it—in fact, he says nothing at all and decides to give his answer by scooting closer and reaching up to capture the sides of Kaveh's face with both hands; he then proceeds to gently angle his head slightly to the side so their noses won't collide as he leans closer and closer until their lips meet. His eyes slide closed as he makes a soft noise against the other's mouth, relishing in the feeling of those soft lips against his own and focusing his senses on nothing else but that sensation he's drowning himself in.

It's stiff and a little awkward, but that's Alhaitham's inexperience shining through rather than a sign that he isn't enjoying every second; it is, after all, his very first kiss and although he's read about kissing in many of the thousands of books he's read in his life it doesn't translate into real life experience. Kaveh tastes faintly of rosewater and cardamom and in that moment it feels like they were made to slot perfectly together, like two intertwined roots of the very tree they're sitting under. ]
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[personal profile] aptitudes 2023-10-02 05:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It feels like their lips part far too soon, but all good things mut come to an end eventually—not to mention that he needs oxygen as he'd held his breath without thinking as he sunk into that sweet bliss of his first ever kiss, drawing deep breaths of air into his lungs. His hands are still cradling the sides of the blond's head, the pad of his thumb delicately stroking over his cheek before tucking a lock of golden hair away from his face.

At the question, he just gives the other a long look. ]


Didn't I just say that you're the only person I've ever wanted to be with? Try paying attention, Kaveh.

[ He never saw the point in intimate acts like kissing if it wasn't with Kaveh, didn't feel like he was missing out. It just seemed like a hassle he didn't want to bother with if he couldn't do those things with the one person that mattered the most. All these years, it's only been him. So yes, he has in fact been waiting. ]