( It's not shocking Kaveh is received with so much ogling. His outfit contradicts Fontaine fashion, yet even people here seem to acknowledge the richness of his presence and timeless beauty. He's the color the place needs, but given Kaveh's reaction entering the dome: this is the last place he needs.
While work is a simple excuse, Wriothesley begins to realize perhaps it's not a bad idea to make their alliance a reality. He guides him to the cafeteria and orders two specials. )
You can consider this an initial tour. I'm in no rush to make any changes but I do have all the hands you could possibly need even after you return to Sumeru.
( He sits at the one of the tables. While cleaning does take place weekly, the metal walls and floors has seen better days. )
I'm not looking for luxury, just improvements. A lot of materials are recycled from the surface. As you would expect, imports are more expensive. Salinity and moisture here ruin many things, such as paint jobs and metals without proper tempering.
[ Kaveh joins Wriothesley at the table, listens as he talks, and then shakes his head with a small sigh. Everything the other has said has merit, but that's hardly a problem for someone who has always taken pricing restraints very seriously throughout his career. It's clear the place is in need of upgrades. He can do that; he can do that quite easily. He'll need some time to examine the structure, perhaps study how the water pressure will affect it at this depth, test some rudimentary designs before applying them to the Fortress itself—
(and even as he's thinking through the steps he has to take, Kaveh knows he's going to have to stay in Fontaine a little longer, despite what he practically only just told the other man)
—but none of that is exactly his concern. He's worried about... ]
I'm not suggesting luxury. That would defeat the purpose of a prison. And I also agree that structural improvements are the most pressing issue. But at the same time... [ He tips his head in thought. How exactly is he meant to say it? ] It's depressing in here, Your Grace. Stifling in a way that I can't say feels particularly encouraging to the idea of a fresh start.
Your Grace, here are the two specials. Please, enjoy. ( Wolsey sets down the more fancy assortment in each of their trays. He has never seen anyone like Kaveh before. His outfit is unlike any other Fontainian, and oddly...revealing. He keeps all curious suspicions to himself, returning to the cafeteria kitchen.
After thanking him, Wriothesley breaks off a piece of bread to dip in the butter sauce, listening to Kaveh. )
Depressing? You think so?
( One could argue he's just trying to provoke Kaveh to emphasize more of his thinking, edging on humor or sarcasm. He glances up at the tall pipes and columns making up the frame for the entire structure. )
If you can find a way to improve the structure without drowning everyone, I'll pay you extra. We replace some parts every other year to keep up with the erosion of the sea. Ever since the Fortress was established, sturdy materials were used and replaced over the years. I found some documents in my office detailing the process vaguely if you need them to make a further assessment after you see some of the damage in the floors below.
( He takes a sip from his tea, blue eyes careful on Kaveh. He should have invited him down here sooner rather than practically hours. Not only is the company pleasant, but he finds his thought process interesting. He's unlike all the other genius inmates from Sumeru he has gotten the chance to speak to. And, yes, he's pretty. )
What would you change to give people the impression this is a place of opportunity?
[ Kaveh briefly smiles his gratitude in the direction of the man running the cafeteria, although he's not ignorant of the sidelong look he receives
(how could he be, when every person in this place seems to want to look at him twice before moving on?)
but focuses instead on the meal itself and on what Wriothesley has to say in response to his concern. With a slight frown, he tilts his head, and reaches for his own bread to mimic the other's actions. He's not concerned about finding a way to improve the structure— Kaveh's ego is never bigger than it is when he's talking about his ability as an architect. The difficulty, though, is... ]
Of course it's depressing. I know there were some windows on the way down, but after that I haven't seen anything at all. It feels like we're trapped in a gigantic steel sarcophagus, you know? The ocean outside is pretty, and as deep as we are, it still lets in some natural light— [ which is a whole other issue ] —Your Grace, have you ever grown a plant? You can put a seed in a pot with dirt and you can give it as much water as you want, but without sunlight all it will do is drown.
[ Kaveh's food is temporarily forgotten, eyes alight and almost wild with passion. Wriothesley has seem him drunk, has seen him making out with another man in the middle of a bar, but this is still the most engaged he's ever been in the other's presence as he gesticulates, hands moving fast in front of his chest as he explains himself. ]
Not to mention that there's no chance for the inmates to express themselves... [ He points at the sign he's noticed since sitting down. ] You say you're always replacing the walls, but won't let people decorate them? I know you want to prevent graffiti, but you're stifling creativity at the same time. There has to be a better way.
[ Two minutes in the Fortress, and he's criticizing not only the architecture, but the operating procedures. Whoops. ]
( Of course Kaveh is the type turning people’s heads twice. Surely he puts enough thought into his outfit and persona to realize he’s a feast on his own. It’s a good thing Wriothesley has mastered the poker face.
However, seeing this side to Kaveh has him entirely mesmerized in everything point he puts on the table. He knows this Fortress isn’t exactly known for being aesthetically pleasing to the eye, but — )
People and plants are different, though. We’d be dead by now if sunlight was that crucial.
( Are architects always this intense or this just Kaveh? Wriothesley is no expert but surely how people express themselves or what liberties they practice has nothing to do with architecture. There’s a humanitarian lean into the subject that grazes the comfort of what he has been calling home for decades. Wriothesley cuts into his lamb chop, looking down at it with the smallest smirk. As off topic as Kaveh is, the points are certainly valid. He kind of likes to hear him go on and on. He’s as loud with his hands and expressions as he is with his voice— no wonder guards who walk by also can’t take their eyes off of him. Wriothesley meets their gazes as if to silently dismiss them, there’s no issues here to be had. )
At least this far down we guarantee no inmates ever try to escape. There’s nothing we can do about our foundation.
( No, he won’t change the rules, so he’ll tactfully ignore his request. There’s plenty of other ways people here express themselves- some are creative. )
You should eat your food before it freezes over. Then I have another place to show you.
On that note, this plant situation— if greenery will make this less depressing, what about fake plants?
[ It's not that Kaveh isn't used to people looking at him. He's an attractive man, he knows this, but it's more of the way people here look at him, like he's something foreign, something curious— there are, of course, the occasional lascivious looks too, and when some of the men are ogling him like a prize to be unwrapped, it's hard to remember the truth of what he's saying— they're here not just as prisoners, but for a new beginning. He wants to shrink under their eyes. I'm not here for you.
(And then there's Wriothesley, who he is here for, who looks at him with that ever-calm gaze, blue eyes cold like the Cryo of his Vision, and Kaveh wonders bitterly why he doesn't see him the way everyone else seems to.)
He shakes the thoughts and the sensations off as well as he can to focus on the discussion they're having, the meal quickly cooling in front of him, and at the warden's prompting, he takes a mouthful or two, chewing slowly as he considers the questions the other has to ask— and shaking his head with a sigh. ]
Fake plants aren't bad, [ he acquiesces, even as the movement of his head makes his overall opinion clear, ] but fake plants of good quality are generally expensive, which is something we're trying to avoid here, no? For the same price, you could probably source heat lamps. Have you seen them before? Amurta scholars use them to grow plants effectively even in cooler climates or indoors. They're sort of like an artificial sunlight that generates both light and warmth— both things this place could benefit from.
[ Yes, he's noticed the cold even in his short time here; it sinks into his skin in a way that makes him wish he'd thought to bring a jacket. ]
That way, you could have real plants too. It would give less labor-inclined inmates something to do, caring for them and helping them thrive. With the right setup, you could even get a garden going, which would save money in other ways too, don't you think?
[ With that said, he cuts into his own meat, taking a bite of it. It's much nicer than he imagined prison fare to be, eyes closing as he chews. ]
( It's not unheard of having the more blessed individuals making a profit because of their appearances. Take Darcy, for example. Wriothesley doesn't care to know the details as long as everyone involved walks away satisfied and without issues. If you're good at something, don't do it for free.
He has seen more than enough of Kaveh in the past few months. Pictures might have been deleted from his phone, but not from his memory. He's a good man to talk to, granted, but even he feels ashamed of inviting him here. Best to avoid the knowing eyes of the Melusines if he can help it. Although it doesn't take a Melusine for someone to pick up on Kaveh being on par with Navia as far as beauty goes. The curious ears sitting near them will have little to gossip about when they realize they're just talking about all kinds of work-related matters. )
Aren't fake plants cheaper in the long run since they require zero maintenance? I'd have to write up invoices to order fresh soil to bring down here. And fertilizers.
( He admires the passion in Kaveh, every word is weaved as if he truly cares for the people down here and Wriothesley gives him credit for that. He sighs. ) I guess trying out smaller batches of plants wouldn't hurt. I'm surprised that hasn't been brought up before. I know a few Amurta scholars who have come and gone over the years. I'll keep the idea on a tab. We'll have to also put it up for a vote. If there's not that much demand for something as big as a garden, it would be a waste of resources and money.
( Ideal dreams aren't always met with ideal solutions. Though, to give people the opportunity of experiencing an afternoon picnic would be nice. He likes those. )
Are you ready to see the other area? We have a long way to go.
[ Wriothesley asks fair questions, but they're questions of someone who has lived the most of his life in a world underground, with no soil or plants of which to speak, and with only passing encounters with those who would know.
Under other circumstances, Kaveh might argue his point further, but he respects that the prison's warden, despite his lack of understanding, agrees to keep the idea in mind, pending a vote. It speaks to his leadership style, just another thing the blonde quietly finds himself admiring about the other man.
(Damnit... he needs to stop finding things he likes about the man.)
He takes another bite of his food, considering what Wriothesley has said, and nods. ]
I think that a vote is a good idea. But at least allow me to assure you that apart from the initial outlay, the cost for upkeep would be very similar. If kept properly, soil doesn't often need replacing. And as for fertilizer... [ He gestures to the plate in front of him. ] Waste from food preparation or leftovers can be composted into usable fertilizer. Even— [ and perhaps, Kaveh thinks from previous discussions, this will be what wins him over ] —old tea leaves can be used. So I don't think you'd have much concern on that front.
[ His smile is genuine. As het up as he can be about things like this, having Wriothesley honestly listening to him is making a world of difference in his need to argue.
(Perhaps Alhaitham could learn a thing or two...!!!)
But— ]
The other area. Right. Yeah— One second. [ He scoops up one last mouthful of meat, and then nods up at the other man again. ] I'm ready.
( It’s easy to dissect everything he admires about Kaveh. His thoughtfulness spills right out of his sleeves wearing nothing but his heart. This makes it more of a surprise he’s still single and loveless, and yet even after sharing so many kisses with strangers, none of them bothered to extend an offer to become something more?
He’s always careful when he studies him, making sure his gaze scans him from head to toe when Kaveh is too busy doing something else— like stuffing his face or going on in a tangent with his all knowing chin lift. Its endearing. )
Huh. Never thought of using the tea leaves. Now that you mention it, perhaps I should try to set up a garden and grow my own brand of tea plant. I wonder if the people on the surface would take a liking to the idea. Good stuff, Kaveh.
( He guides into one of the elevators leading to the dorms. Inmates are normally doing their own agendas. Some work, others walk around. Wriothesley has enough experience to know when he should be concerned about anything. The floors are also damp with moisture, forming small, wet pools once they climb the stairs to the hallways. ( Which are just pipes on their own. )
An inmate bows his head after passing by. )
Y-Your Grace. Is everything alright? I didn’t expect you here.
Haha. Expect the unexpected.
( Notice how he doesn’t even answer his question, either. He glances at Kaveh at the end of the turn of the hall. )
Here’s an empty room. All of them have the same layout. Naturally this one is more of a skeleton. But it’s a good gist of it. Everyone gets a bed, a desk, a shelf to put their things on, and all of them are ventilated.
I lived in one of these for a long time myself. Pretty comfortable, no?
( With drippy pipes all the way on the ceiling, some mold, rust everywhere. )
[ If questioned, Kaveh would perhaps explain that he's single and loveless because he gives himself to all the wrong people. Grey hair and copper emerald eyes haunt him even here in Fontaine, years of one-sided affection poured into someone who doesn't experience attraction at all, feelings only recently usurped by the coal and ice that stands in front of him now, attracted not to men but to women—
And what does it say about Kaveh that he continues to chase people whose desires are locked away from him?
There have been lovers, of course, men and women alike who have sought to forge something lasting with him; but they've never felt right, never been what he needs to warm the ache in his heart— an ache only made to hurt more by the casual way Wriothesley talks to him, praising his ideas in that light-hearted manner of his.
Perhaps thankfully, Kaveh is able to shake off the frustrations in his thoughts as they round the corner into an empty dorm room— although the man himself is not thankful in the moment, his jaw dropping in shock and displeasure, and his red eyes ablaze as they turn on the prison's warden when he comments on the apparent comfort of the place. ]
Comfortable? [ Has growing up in this place completely destroyed Wriothesley's idea of what a home should be? Yes, it's a prison, but— ] It's fucking freezing. The pipes are leaking, it's dingy and rusty and— oh my god is that mold?! [ He stalks over to it, and without a word summons Mehrak to scan it; his toolbox's displeased expression tells him everything he needs to know, and he rounds back on Wriothesley, his voice sharp and pitched. ] This kind of shit makes people sick. If your entire populace is cold and wet and inhaling mold spores, you're going to kill them sooner than you're going to get anything worthwhile done!
( Casual gossiping occurs further down the hallway as soon as other inmates begin listening to Kaveh's ... Concerns. Wriothesley rubs his fingers over the metal walls, flicking some rust off and making mental notes to have the maintenance crew check all dorms. He can't say he expected Kaveh to suddenly drop curses for free just like that. Then again, after making such a big deal around sunlight and all of those other important matters, he also thinks it tracks. It's also...Well, endearing. He really shouldn't think of it as such. This is the perfect time to turn the page and make their matters entirely business. He really did think he didn't like men after trials and errors, but maybe he just hadn't met the right man to actually like. All he knows is he can't pursue a friendship that will only lead both parties to heartbreak.
But he can't help it, he has to tease him. )
Freezing? Damn, I guess I should leave, then, huh.
( You know, cause Cryo. Okay, so that was a pretty bad dad joke. He only waits for the consequences he is entirely prepared for, easily removing his jacket and wearing a shit-eating smirk. Contrary to his Vision, his jacket is still vibrant and hot with his temperature and musk. Potent like his stare, laced with a depth of his masculinity. It'll suit Kaveh perfectly while they're touring colder rooms like these. )
Here, wear this for the time being.
That's an interesting toolbox. You'll have to tell me about it later when you see my other project.
But really, no need to make a big fuss. I wasn't aware there was active mold happening on this side. I only have two eyes, you know. I'll make sure someone comes down here to deal with it. No one's ever made complaints either. I hope this doesn't mean people are getting sick and not reporting it to me.
[ The Look that Kaveh fixes Wriothesley with is one both irritated and exhausted at once. That joke... it's almost Cyno in its execution, and it's all he can do not to groan audibly. Still, he accepts the jacket, winding it around his shoulders— and Archons, he has never felt quite so small as he does now, dwarfed in the broad shoulders of Wriothesley's jacket
(and it's warm, and the musk of his scent sends a delightful shudder down Kaveh's spine, taking him away from the frustration and giving him something else on which to focus)
he sighs, trying not to make it too obvious that he's breathing in his scent. ]
Thanks.
[ He listens to Wriothesley speak, but the usual urge to preen over Mehrak is temporarily muted by his attention to the rest of what the other is saying. For as much as Kaveh yells his frustrations, he can see that the other man genuinely cares about what's going on in this place— that if people are reporting sicknesses, he'll deal with it, he'll fix it.
Kaveh believes him.
Another sigh, and he lifts a hand, gesturing to Mehrak, watching as it flits about the room to scan some points of issue. When he has time later on, he can draw something up, find a way to make these "quaint" rooms more livable both for the newer inmates and those who choose to live out the rest of their lives here after their sentences are concluded. ]
Sorry for yelling. I know you're trying to run this whole place, and I'm sure it's not easy... So I appreciate all the care you're giving to your people, and I get that you don't want them to be sick either, and...
[ He sighs yet again, and wrinkles his nose. ]
Do you trust me enough to let me draw up some ideas? There are ways this can be improved, not just for livability but also to prevent issues like this from even happening.
( Maybe it wasn't strategic enough. Oh well, that won't stop him from future attempts at humor. He watches him put on the jacket, proving their difference in bulk as it practically swallows his shoulders and frame. At least he'll be warm this way. He's numb to the bitter coldness radiating on metal walls. There are some areas with better ventilation of warm air, especially the factory. Well, Kaveh's clothes are also unfriendly outside the heat and humidity of Sumeru. )
Don't sweat it. Yelling isn't the worst thing you can do around here. But if you yell at me in front of others, I might have to pretend-arrest you and put you in solitary confinement.
( He's kidding but he's not actually kidding. )
Come on. The bathing area is on the other side. I know that's cleaned regularly. There's one communal bathroom for men and one for women.
( He glances slightly down at him with a smile. ) If I didn't trust you, you wouldn't be here. Your insight will be instrumental to us for the years to come. How often do I get the chance to have a famous architect give the place an audit of sorts?
Speaking of, your toolbox runs on an ancient rune core, no?
( He asks this as they step into another elevator. )
[ Kaveh scowls. He has no problem with jokes when they're funny. But with the amount of time he's spent with Cyno, his patience for them is thin. He thinks about firing back, but his attention falls instead to the jacket now around his shoulders, and then to Wriothesley's answer to his apology.
And he has to try especially hard not to react when the warden mentions something about pretending to arrest him, tone joking but not, and very suddenly all Kaveh can think about is being spread out under Wriothesley, wrists snagged together and secured by the cuffs the other man usually wears at his waist.
He swallows, and glances away while he tries to gather his wits again. Thankfully, the other man helps him by moving them along, by praising his ability as an architect— most importantly by asking a question about Mehrak, which sparks his mood toward the positive more than anything else ever could have done. ]
Yes, it does, one from the ruins of King Deshret's civilization. I spent an insane amount of Mora on it, and then built Mehrak with it and the other tools I had on hand. For the most part, it's proven to be more than worth the investment. Plus, [ he adds with an amused smirk, ] it can't argue with me, which is very beneficial.
( The autonomous nature of the device keeps Wriothesley captivated momentarily, perceiving some traces of emotions flashing in its display when Kaveh talks about it. He reaches out for it to, well, caress one of its edges as if it were a small animal. )
I’ve read about them. It’s no easy feat getting them to work as well as yours does.
Who likes arguing? This thing looks too cute to be wasting time on nonsense. I like it. I assume you’d never part ways with it, huh? And by that I mean, it’s not for sale.
( Other curious inmates in the distance gawk at the two, considering Kaveh is wearing his jacket after all.
Whether Wriothesley has used his handcuffs for other activities besides work is only for him to know. They are special after all, and they have seen some of the worst people he’s come across. Besides— wouldn’t it be more intimate if he locks Kaveh’s wrists using nothing but the brute force in his hands?
He leads him to a closed off section where only their footsteps echo down the long pipe. )
Watch your step. I wanted to renovate this area to make more dorm space.
[ He can't quite help the swell of pride when Wriothesley reaches out to practically pat Mehrak, the toolbox trilling and displaying a happier expression for the praise— and not for the first time, Kaveh wonders to himself just how much it can actually understand. But for now, he shakes his head in response to the prison warden's question, ignoring the other part about who would actually like arguing— because clearly, the Akademiya people who have ended up here are not exactly typical Akademiya types. ]
It's not for sale, no. It's too reliable a partner. We work well together.
[ He can just focus on Mehrak, can't he? That's probably the best idea when he doesn't want himself to get lost in the desires held in his mind, when he's trying his best at the same time to ignore the gawping onlookers.
(He wonders if it's obvious; if the way he looks at Wriothesley can be seen by all who so much as glance in his direction.)
And speaking of the man in question... Watch your step, he says, but it's a warning that comes a moment too late, Kaveh's foot not lifting quite high enough to clear a section of piping; he yelps, and then his hands come out to try and catch him as he falls. ]
( Since he can’t have pets around here, Mehrak would have been a great alternative. Responsive enough to fill the gaps of loneliness while not requiring sunlight or babysitting. He wears an understandable hint of disappointment when Kaveh confirms Mehrak isn’t for sale. He would have dropped millions easily for it.
The narrower walls around them also have lined up pipes on the ground. Without care behind a step and one could easily trip or lose footing over them.
Nobody is allowed on these parts, which gives the two more privacy. He leads Kaveh onward, and it’s easy to note the greying hair on back of his head, mixing like salt and pepper. At least he doesn't have to worry about sun damage down here, otherwise he might end up looking even older than he is.
The moment he hears Kaveh make a sudden sound, his reflexes kick in. The rush of pure adrenaline pumps with so much force, his speed is nearly uncanny. A boxer’s speed. Before Kaveh gets a chance to land hands first on rusted groundwork, Wriothesley saves the fall by tackling him upward.
His arms are thick around him, and he never truly realized how small his waist is. He holds him against the brick wall, saving him from any scratches thanks to his jacket. Their bodies meet completely by their hips, and icy blues peer down at him to make sure he didn’t sprain his ankle or anything else. He sighs. )
[ Wriothesley's disappointment is palpable enough that Kaveh has a sudden, wild thought: when he gets back to Sumeru, he could source another core, design something similar to Mehrak for the other man. There's no guarantee he would create something exactly the same, but at the very least—
Of course, his train of thought is disrupted by his falling through space, and lost entirely when he's snatched right out of it and pinned into the wall, strong arms wound around his waist and hips locked against his own, and Archons Wriothesley is so close to him, peering down with those ice blue eyes, and making Kaveh's stomach twist itself in knots.
All he would need to do is tilt his head upward, step into him just that little more—
Kaveh swallows, and drops his gaze from the other's face, trying desperately to slow the pounding ache of his heart. ]
I'm— I'm fine.
[ And he lifts his hands, braces them against Wriothesley's chest so that he can push him back, step away from the wall—
only to stumble as soon as he puts weight on his right leg, a curse and a flail of his hands in the other's direction as the ankle gives out from under him. ]
( So Kaveh will carve his way into his heart by carving out one ancient rune core at the time, huh. It might just work.
A reflex in him also chills the tips of his fingers, nearly infusing him with Cryo. He would have remained close to him a second longer if it weren’t for Kaveh prying him off by his chest. Progress and advances live in different wavelengths and the beats of his heart can’t seem to align. )
Right. Sure thing.
( He glances down at his footing, scans his body length and then his feet again. He hadn’t noticed his shoes before, let alone how exposed his ankles are. It should be illegal for a man to be this absolute miracle who threatens the beauty of timeless beings.
When he tries to hold his own weight and fails miserably at it, Wriothesley is quick to catch him. This time they’re not against a wall, but on the hallway. He scoops his arm around Kaveh’s waist so he can latch his other over broader shoulders. )
Perfect way to segue-way to our next destination then. This area can wait.
[ Fuck— If he's going to be working down here, he's going to need better clothing, shoes made for metal floors and not for desert and jungle. As Wriothesley catches him again, pulls him upright into a supportive hold, Kaveh closes his eyes, frustrated and embarrassed and hurting all at once.
But he's stubborn, and to the question, he shakes his head, claims not to be in any pain— even as he acquiesces and winds an arm over Wriothesley's broad shoulders, the careful way he moves alongside the other revealing the unspoken reality of his situation.
(Archons, it's so embarrassing— on one hand, he knows there's nothing he can do to win Wriothesley's heart over; on the other, he only wants the other man to see him at his best, his strongest, as if it will somehow make a difference...) ]
I'm okay, really. It's not that bad. The nurse should be able to help, and then I'll be okay to continue the tour— [ A deep, trembling breath as they continue to move forward, each step lancing pain up his leg even as he puts only the smallest amount of weight on it. ] I have lots of ideas, you know. When are you wanting to start the work?
( He'll ensure he receives the proper wear after they talk to Sigewinne. He didn't think the area was so dangerous to cause harm like this and he's obviously trying to keep himself from limping. Wriothesley doesn't see him as weak because of it. He feels more responsible than anything. His hand lowers onto his hip and up to his ribcage so he can lift off some of his weight. The only reason he doesn't offer to carry him outright is because well, he knows the answer. )
We'll see what the nurse has to say and then we can move forward with any plans. I'd feel bad seeing you off to Sumeru again wounded under my watch.
( He keeps moving across the main hall. The entire Fortress is probably already aware of Kaveh's existence by now. Fantasy talk might help the pain for the time being, though. )
I'd love to hear your ideas now. After seeing the scans from your toolbox, what do you think should be the main priority?
[ Kaveh bites his lip, swallowing against the sudden flush of heat he feels creeping up his cheeks as Wriothesley's hand cups around the curve of his hip, then lifts to his ribcage. It's a more intimate hold than he feels comfortable accepting from someone who has made his lack of interest clear, especially when Kaveh has been so horribly unable to shake his own attraction— but he also knows there's no point trying to break free. His limp is real, whether from a poor choice of footwear or a broken pipe acting as an unexpected danger or simply clumsiness.
Besides, Wriothesley is right, isn't he? He's going back to Sumeru in just a couple of days,
isn't he?
..He'll focus on the question, instead of the arm wound at his side. ]
I'll need to go through and look at everything more closely later, but so far there are two things I think really need to be looked at: First, I want to find a way to improve the structure in such a way that it doesn't have to be in such a state of constant repair and renewal. That will require research and experimentation, though, and may be a longer-term project. More urgently is the state of some of the living quarters. Even if they're not all moldy and leaking, this place is cold, and I think it's possible to make your inmates more comfortable without treating them to luxury.
( To someone starving for true affection, it's normal to pass his concern or friendliness for another landslide of mixed signals. The culprit at play is in fact curiosity, and it is the attraction he tries to disguise with a true layer of concern. )
Treating for mold seems like the easier of the two, I can get someone in my network to handle the logistics on how to handle that. Sounds like the longer project will also involve more money, so I'll have to run numbers later tonight and come up with a budget.
( Unlike Kaveh, Wriothesley won't fantasize about idealism, but he does take safety seriously. When Sigewinne sees Kaveh's condition the moment they enter the office, she guides Wriothesley to have Kaveh sit on one of the beds. At least he's getting a true prison experience in this regard. No other tour could be as close as this one. Wriothesley watches from the side. )
Well? Is it sprained?
( Sigewinne shakes her head and goes to find some pain medication. )
This should do for now. I recommend not moving too much and resting your foot as much as possible until you're comfortable again. This cream will also help. His Grace is an expert when it comes to wrapping limbs, as you can see. He refuses to come in when he gets hurt. Hmph.
( Ah, she didn't have to say that. Wriothesley sighs and takes the other items, like the bandages and cream. )
Okay, but did I die? Hah. Come on, Kaveh. I can help you to my office. We can take a break for now and have some tea, too.
[ Wriothesley's words make him nod in thought, even if he has to fight back the urge to point out again that it's not just the mold, it's the state of the dormitories in general. First and foremost, the Duke has to work out a budget— only then can they argue about what needs to be done. For his part, Kaveh will spend the night researching materials and builds that will allow them to do what needs to be done in the safest, but most cost-efficient, way possible. And he probably shouldn't play his cards so soon, but he can't help the way he answers: ]
If your budget supports an earlier start, I may just stay in Fontaine for the time being. I have no major ongoing projects in Sumeru right now, and going home only to have to come back seems like a waste of time and money. [ Depending on the pay, though, he'll probably look into staying somewhere other than his mother's place, he thinks. Things are uncomfortable enough already.
Guided into the infirmary, Kaveh offers his best smile to Sigewinne, sitting down and watching in relative silence the interaction between the warden and the nurse, and then listening seriously to her recommendations for his own care.
(And he shoots a Look at Wriothesley when she mentions his refusal to care for himself properly. Not that he has any right to police the other man's self-care habits, but...) ]
Thank you, Miss Sigewinne. [ Kaveh smiles, and then lets Wriothesley help him back to his feet. He wants to spend more time here, question her about her facilities and what she would need from a remodel, but he's not about to further overstay his welcome when he's already done so in a thousand other ways. So he makes a mental note to ask her later, and then lets himself be guided toward the Duke's office. A break sounds good. ]
( Did Kaveh glare at him in the nursery or is he inhaling too much mold? A few inmates manage to get greetings out when they're walking back through the Administrative area: Good evening, Your Grace, is the most common one. Kaveh's figure is smothered by the oversized jacket but it doesn't mean some don't envy his beauty.
Once inside, he ensures Kaveh takes proper steps on the steep staircase. He doesn't make the same mistake twice and he refuses to see Kaveh hurt again. The stars have other plans. One of which includes Kaveh suddenly reeling back his choice to leave Fontaine in two days. Peculiar, really. As far as he can tell, Kaveh's living situation here doesn't strike him as comfortable. What does Wriothesley know about family, though? )
Easier if you sit at the desk instead.
( He slips away from Kaveh's side quite reluctantly so he can slide over a chair for himself. It's not weird to practically be seated between his knees with Kaveh's injured foot on his leg, is it? Not unless he makes it weird. If he were anyone else, he'd be doing the same.
So now to figure out the clasps on his shoes and how they come off: he has enough high-heel experience to easily find it and remove it from him. The shoe stays on the table. As he opens up the cream, he begins to wonder why Sigewinne didn't insist on keeping Kaveh in her office. The deep thought keeps his brows creased, fingers dipping into the small jar to then apply the anti-affirmatory cream around Kaveh's ankle. He traces around his bone and behind his Achilles tendon. Eyes flicker up at him. )
If you don't have any major projects, then I can always assign you a room here. It would take you at least two hours commuting every day if you're staying in the city and then we'd also need a letter from Neuvillette permitting you to go in and out as you please. Technically the entrance is still within his jurisdiction. Oh, you probably haven't met him, he's the Iudex. I can get that done easily if you don't want to stay here with all the deadly mold and treacherous pipes... Does this hurt, by the way?
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While work is a simple excuse, Wriothesley begins to realize perhaps it's not a bad idea to make their alliance a reality. He guides him to the cafeteria and orders two specials. )
You can consider this an initial tour. I'm in no rush to make any changes but I do have all the hands you could possibly need even after you return to Sumeru.
( He sits at the one of the tables. While cleaning does take place weekly, the metal walls and floors has seen better days. )
I'm not looking for luxury, just improvements. A lot of materials are recycled from the surface. As you would expect, imports are more expensive. Salinity and moisture here ruin many things, such as paint jobs and metals without proper tempering.
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(and even as he's thinking through the steps he has to take, Kaveh knows he's going to have to stay in Fontaine a little longer, despite what he practically only just told the other man)
—but none of that is exactly his concern. He's worried about... ]
I'm not suggesting luxury. That would defeat the purpose of a prison. And I also agree that structural improvements are the most pressing issue. But at the same time... [ He tips his head in thought. How exactly is he meant to say it? ] It's depressing in here, Your Grace. Stifling in a way that I can't say feels particularly encouraging to the idea of a fresh start.
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( Wolsey sets down the more fancy assortment in each of their trays. He has never seen anyone like Kaveh before. His outfit is unlike any other Fontainian, and oddly...revealing. He keeps all curious suspicions to himself, returning to the cafeteria kitchen.
After thanking him, Wriothesley breaks off a piece of bread to dip in the butter sauce, listening to Kaveh. )
Depressing? You think so?
( One could argue he's just trying to provoke Kaveh to emphasize more of his thinking, edging on humor or sarcasm. He glances up at the tall pipes and columns making up the frame for the entire structure. )
If you can find a way to improve the structure without drowning everyone, I'll pay you extra. We replace some parts every other year to keep up with the erosion of the sea. Ever since the Fortress was established, sturdy materials were used and replaced over the years. I found some documents in my office detailing the process vaguely if you need them to make a further assessment after you see some of the damage in the floors below.
( He takes a sip from his tea, blue eyes careful on Kaveh. He should have invited him down here sooner rather than practically hours. Not only is the company pleasant, but he finds his thought process interesting. He's unlike all the other genius inmates from Sumeru he has gotten the chance to speak to. And, yes, he's pretty. )
What would you change to give people the impression this is a place of opportunity?
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(how could he be, when every person in this place seems to want to look at him twice before moving on?)
but focuses instead on the meal itself and on what Wriothesley has to say in response to his concern. With a slight frown, he tilts his head, and reaches for his own bread to mimic the other's actions. He's not concerned about finding a way to improve the structure— Kaveh's ego is never bigger than it is when he's talking about his ability as an architect. The difficulty, though, is... ]
Of course it's depressing. I know there were some windows on the way down, but after that I haven't seen anything at all. It feels like we're trapped in a gigantic steel sarcophagus, you know? The ocean outside is pretty, and as deep as we are, it still lets in some natural light— [ which is a whole other issue ] —Your Grace, have you ever grown a plant? You can put a seed in a pot with dirt and you can give it as much water as you want, but without sunlight all it will do is drown.
[ Kaveh's food is temporarily forgotten, eyes alight and almost wild with passion. Wriothesley has seem him drunk, has seen him making out with another man in the middle of a bar, but this is still the most engaged he's ever been in the other's presence as he gesticulates, hands moving fast in front of his chest as he explains himself. ]
Not to mention that there's no chance for the inmates to express themselves... [ He points at the sign he's noticed since sitting down. ] You say you're always replacing the walls, but won't let people decorate them? I know you want to prevent graffiti, but you're stifling creativity at the same time. There has to be a better way.
[ Two minutes in the Fortress, and he's criticizing not only the architecture, but the operating procedures. Whoops. ]
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However, seeing this side to Kaveh has him entirely mesmerized in everything point he puts on the table. He knows this Fortress isn’t exactly known for being aesthetically pleasing to the eye, but — )
People and plants are different, though. We’d be dead by now if sunlight was that crucial.
( Are architects always this intense or this just Kaveh? Wriothesley is no expert but surely how people express themselves or what liberties they practice has nothing to do with architecture. There’s a humanitarian lean into the subject that grazes the comfort of what he has been calling home for decades. Wriothesley cuts into his lamb chop, looking down at it with the smallest smirk. As off topic as Kaveh is, the points are certainly valid. He kind of likes to hear him go on and on. He’s as loud with his hands and expressions as he is with his voice— no wonder guards who walk by also can’t take their eyes off of him. Wriothesley meets their gazes as if to silently dismiss them, there’s no issues here to be had. )
At least this far down we guarantee no inmates ever try to escape. There’s nothing we can do about our foundation.
( No, he won’t change the rules, so he’ll tactfully ignore his request. There’s plenty of other ways people here express themselves- some are creative. )
You should eat your food before it freezes over. Then I have another place to show you.
On that note, this plant situation— if greenery will make this less depressing, what about fake plants?
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(And then there's Wriothesley, who he is here for, who looks at him with that ever-calm gaze, blue eyes cold like the Cryo of his Vision, and Kaveh wonders bitterly why he doesn't see him the way everyone else seems to.)
He shakes the thoughts and the sensations off as well as he can to focus on the discussion they're having, the meal quickly cooling in front of him, and at the warden's prompting, he takes a mouthful or two, chewing slowly as he considers the questions the other has to ask— and shaking his head with a sigh. ]
Fake plants aren't bad, [ he acquiesces, even as the movement of his head makes his overall opinion clear, ] but fake plants of good quality are generally expensive, which is something we're trying to avoid here, no? For the same price, you could probably source heat lamps. Have you seen them before? Amurta scholars use them to grow plants effectively even in cooler climates or indoors. They're sort of like an artificial sunlight that generates both light and warmth— both things this place could benefit from.
[ Yes, he's noticed the cold even in his short time here; it sinks into his skin in a way that makes him wish he'd thought to bring a jacket. ]
That way, you could have real plants too. It would give less labor-inclined inmates something to do, caring for them and helping them thrive. With the right setup, you could even get a garden going, which would save money in other ways too, don't you think?
[ With that said, he cuts into his own meat, taking a bite of it. It's much nicer than he imagined prison fare to be, eyes closing as he chews. ]
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He has seen more than enough of Kaveh in the past few months. Pictures might have been deleted from his phone, but not from his memory. He's a good man to talk to, granted, but even he feels ashamed of inviting him here. Best to avoid the knowing eyes of the Melusines if he can help it. Although it doesn't take a Melusine for someone to pick up on Kaveh being on par with Navia as far as beauty goes. The curious ears sitting near them will have little to gossip about when they realize they're just talking about all kinds of work-related matters. )
Aren't fake plants cheaper in the long run since they require zero maintenance? I'd have to write up invoices to order fresh soil to bring down here. And fertilizers.
( He admires the passion in Kaveh, every word is weaved as if he truly cares for the people down here and Wriothesley gives him credit for that. He sighs. ) I guess trying out smaller batches of plants wouldn't hurt. I'm surprised that hasn't been brought up before. I know a few Amurta scholars who have come and gone over the years. I'll keep the idea on a tab. We'll have to also put it up for a vote. If there's not that much demand for something as big as a garden, it would be a waste of resources and money.
( Ideal dreams aren't always met with ideal solutions. Though, to give people the opportunity of experiencing an afternoon picnic would be nice. He likes those. )
Are you ready to see the other area? We have a long way to go.
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Under other circumstances, Kaveh might argue his point further, but he respects that the prison's warden, despite his lack of understanding, agrees to keep the idea in mind, pending a vote. It speaks to his leadership style, just another thing the blonde quietly finds himself admiring about the other man.
(Damnit... he needs to stop finding things he likes about the man.)
He takes another bite of his food, considering what Wriothesley has said, and nods. ]
I think that a vote is a good idea. But at least allow me to assure you that apart from the initial outlay, the cost for upkeep would be very similar. If kept properly, soil doesn't often need replacing. And as for fertilizer... [ He gestures to the plate in front of him. ] Waste from food preparation or leftovers can be composted into usable fertilizer. Even— [ and perhaps, Kaveh thinks from previous discussions, this will be what wins him over ] —old tea leaves can be used. So I don't think you'd have much concern on that front.
[ His smile is genuine. As het up as he can be about things like this, having Wriothesley honestly listening to him is making a world of difference in his need to argue.
(Perhaps Alhaitham could learn a thing or two...!!!)
But— ]
The other area. Right. Yeah— One second. [ He scoops up one last mouthful of meat, and then nods up at the other man again. ] I'm ready.
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( It’s easy to dissect everything he admires about Kaveh. His thoughtfulness spills right out of his sleeves wearing nothing but his heart. This makes it more of a surprise he’s still single and loveless, and yet even after sharing so many kisses with strangers, none of them bothered to extend an offer to become something more?
He’s always careful when he studies him, making sure his gaze scans him from head to toe when Kaveh is too busy doing something else— like stuffing his face or going on in a tangent with his all knowing chin lift. Its endearing. )
Huh. Never thought of using the tea leaves. Now that you mention it, perhaps I should try to set up a garden and grow my own brand of tea plant. I wonder if the people on the surface would take a liking to the idea. Good stuff, Kaveh.
( He guides into one of the elevators leading to the dorms. Inmates are normally doing their own agendas. Some work, others walk around. Wriothesley has enough experience to know when he should be concerned about anything. The floors are also damp with moisture, forming small, wet pools once they climb the stairs to the hallways. ( Which are just pipes on their own. )
An inmate bows his head after passing by. )
Y-Your Grace. Is everything alright? I didn’t expect you here.
Haha. Expect the unexpected.
( Notice how he doesn’t even answer his question, either. He glances at Kaveh at the end of the turn of the hall. )
Here’s an empty room. All of them have the same layout. Naturally this one is more of a skeleton. But it’s a good gist of it. Everyone gets a bed, a desk, a shelf to put their things on, and all of them are ventilated.
I lived in one of these for a long time myself. Pretty comfortable, no?
( With drippy pipes all the way on the ceiling, some mold, rust everywhere. )
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And what does it say about Kaveh that he continues to chase people whose desires are locked away from him?
There have been lovers, of course, men and women alike who have sought to forge something lasting with him; but they've never felt right, never been what he needs to warm the ache in his heart— an ache only made to hurt more by the casual way Wriothesley talks to him, praising his ideas in that light-hearted manner of his.
Perhaps thankfully, Kaveh is able to shake off the frustrations in his thoughts as they round the corner into an empty dorm room— although the man himself is not thankful in the moment, his jaw dropping in shock and displeasure, and his red eyes ablaze as they turn on the prison's warden when he comments on the apparent comfort of the place. ]
Comfortable? [ Has growing up in this place completely destroyed Wriothesley's idea of what a home should be? Yes, it's a prison, but— ] It's fucking freezing. The pipes are leaking, it's dingy and rusty and— oh my god is that mold?! [ He stalks over to it, and without a word summons Mehrak to scan it; his toolbox's displeased expression tells him everything he needs to know, and he rounds back on Wriothesley, his voice sharp and pitched. ] This kind of shit makes people sick. If your entire populace is cold and wet and inhaling mold spores, you're going to kill them sooner than you're going to get anything worthwhile done!
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But he can't help it, he has to tease him. )
Freezing? Damn, I guess I should leave, then, huh.
( You know, cause Cryo. Okay, so that was a pretty bad dad joke. He only waits for the consequences he is entirely prepared for, easily removing his jacket and wearing a shit-eating smirk. Contrary to his Vision, his jacket is still vibrant and hot with his temperature and musk. Potent like his stare, laced with a depth of his masculinity. It'll suit Kaveh perfectly while they're touring colder rooms like these. )
Here, wear this for the time being.
That's an interesting toolbox. You'll have to tell me about it later when you see my other project.
But really, no need to make a big fuss. I wasn't aware there was active mold happening on this side. I only have two eyes, you know. I'll make sure someone comes down here to deal with it. No one's ever made complaints either. I hope this doesn't mean people are getting sick and not reporting it to me.
Besides all those issues... It's pretty quaint.
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(and it's warm, and the musk of his scent sends a delightful shudder down Kaveh's spine, taking him away from the frustration and giving him something else on which to focus)
he sighs, trying not to make it too obvious that he's breathing in his scent. ]
Thanks.
[ He listens to Wriothesley speak, but the usual urge to preen over Mehrak is temporarily muted by his attention to the rest of what the other is saying. For as much as Kaveh yells his frustrations, he can see that the other man genuinely cares about what's going on in this place— that if people are reporting sicknesses, he'll deal with it, he'll fix it.
Kaveh believes him.
Another sigh, and he lifts a hand, gesturing to Mehrak, watching as it flits about the room to scan some points of issue. When he has time later on, he can draw something up, find a way to make these "quaint" rooms more livable both for the newer inmates and those who choose to live out the rest of their lives here after their sentences are concluded. ]
Sorry for yelling. I know you're trying to run this whole place, and I'm sure it's not easy... So I appreciate all the care you're giving to your people, and I get that you don't want them to be sick either, and...
[ He sighs yet again, and wrinkles his nose. ]
Do you trust me enough to let me draw up some ideas? There are ways this can be improved, not just for livability but also to prevent issues like this from even happening.
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( Maybe it wasn't strategic enough. Oh well, that won't stop him from future attempts at humor. He watches him put on the jacket, proving their difference in bulk as it practically swallows his shoulders and frame. At least he'll be warm this way. He's numb to the bitter coldness radiating on metal walls. There are some areas with better ventilation of warm air, especially the factory. Well, Kaveh's clothes are also unfriendly outside the heat and humidity of Sumeru. )
Don't sweat it. Yelling isn't the worst thing you can do around here. But if you yell at me in front of others, I might have to pretend-arrest you and put you in solitary confinement.
( He's kidding but he's not actually kidding. )
Come on. The bathing area is on the other side. I know that's cleaned regularly. There's one communal bathroom for men and one for women.
( He glances slightly down at him with a smile. ) If I didn't trust you, you wouldn't be here. Your insight will be instrumental to us for the years to come. How often do I get the chance to have a famous architect give the place an audit of sorts?
Speaking of, your toolbox runs on an ancient rune core, no?
( He asks this as they step into another elevator. )
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And he has to try especially hard not to react when the warden mentions something about pretending to arrest him, tone joking but not, and very suddenly all Kaveh can think about is being spread out under Wriothesley, wrists snagged together and secured by the cuffs the other man usually wears at his waist.
He swallows, and glances away while he tries to gather his wits again. Thankfully, the other man helps him by moving them along, by praising his ability as an architect— most importantly by asking a question about Mehrak, which sparks his mood toward the positive more than anything else ever could have done. ]
Yes, it does, one from the ruins of King Deshret's civilization. I spent an insane amount of Mora on it, and then built Mehrak with it and the other tools I had on hand. For the most part, it's proven to be more than worth the investment. Plus, [ he adds with an amused smirk, ] it can't argue with me, which is very beneficial.
[ Floating alongside Kaveh, Mehrak frowns. ]
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I’ve read about them. It’s no easy feat getting them to work as well as yours does.
Who likes arguing? This thing looks too cute to be wasting time on nonsense. I like it. I assume you’d never part ways with it, huh? And by that I mean, it’s not for sale.
( Other curious inmates in the distance gawk at the two, considering Kaveh is wearing his jacket after all.
Whether Wriothesley has used his handcuffs for other activities besides work is only for him to know. They are special after all, and they have seen some of the worst people he’s come across. Besides— wouldn’t it be more intimate if he locks Kaveh’s wrists using nothing but the brute force in his hands?
He leads him to a closed off section where only their footsteps echo down the long pipe. )
Watch your step. I wanted to renovate this area to make more dorm space.
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It's not for sale, no. It's too reliable a partner. We work well together.
[ He can just focus on Mehrak, can't he? That's probably the best idea when he doesn't want himself to get lost in the desires held in his mind, when he's trying his best at the same time to ignore the gawping onlookers.
(He wonders if it's obvious; if the way he looks at Wriothesley can be seen by all who so much as glance in his direction.)
And speaking of the man in question... Watch your step, he says, but it's a warning that comes a moment too late, Kaveh's foot not lifting quite high enough to clear a section of piping; he yelps, and then his hands come out to try and catch him as he falls. ]
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The narrower walls around them also have lined up pipes on the ground. Without care behind a step and one could easily trip or lose footing over them.
Nobody is allowed on these parts, which gives the two more privacy. He leads Kaveh onward, and it’s easy to note the greying hair on back of his head, mixing like salt and pepper. At least he doesn't have to worry about sun damage down here, otherwise he might end up looking even older than he is.
The moment he hears Kaveh make a sudden sound, his reflexes kick in. The rush of pure adrenaline pumps with so much force, his speed is nearly uncanny. A boxer’s speed. Before Kaveh gets a chance to land hands first on rusted groundwork, Wriothesley saves the fall by tackling him upward.
His arms are thick around him, and he never truly realized how small his waist is. He holds him against the brick wall, saving him from any scratches thanks to his jacket. Their bodies meet completely by their hips, and icy blues peer down at him to make sure he didn’t sprain his ankle or anything else. He sighs. )
Are you okay?
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Of course, his train of thought is disrupted by his falling through space, and lost entirely when he's snatched right out of it and pinned into the wall, strong arms wound around his waist and hips locked against his own, and Archons Wriothesley is so close to him, peering down with those ice blue eyes, and making Kaveh's stomach twist itself in knots.
All he would need to do is tilt his head upward, step into him just that little more—
Kaveh swallows, and drops his gaze from the other's face, trying desperately to slow the pounding ache of his heart. ]
I'm— I'm fine.
[ And he lifts his hands, braces them against Wriothesley's chest so that he can push him back, step away from the wall—
only to stumble as soon as he puts weight on his right leg, a curse and a flail of his hands in the other's direction as the ankle gives out from under him. ]
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A reflex in him also chills the tips of his fingers, nearly infusing him with Cryo. He would have remained close to him a second longer if it weren’t for Kaveh prying him off by his chest. Progress and advances live in different wavelengths and the beats of his heart can’t seem to align. )
Right. Sure thing.
( He glances down at his footing, scans his body length and then his feet again. He hadn’t noticed his shoes before, let alone how exposed his ankles are. It should be illegal for a man to be this absolute miracle who threatens the beauty of timeless beings.
When he tries to hold his own weight and fails miserably at it, Wriothesley is quick to catch him. This time they’re not against a wall, but on the hallway. He scoops his arm around Kaveh’s waist so he can latch his other over broader shoulders. )
Perfect way to segue-way to our next destination then. This area can wait.
We do have a head nurse. Are you in any pain?
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But he's stubborn, and to the question, he shakes his head, claims not to be in any pain— even as he acquiesces and winds an arm over Wriothesley's broad shoulders, the careful way he moves alongside the other revealing the unspoken reality of his situation.
(Archons, it's so embarrassing— on one hand, he knows there's nothing he can do to win Wriothesley's heart over; on the other, he only wants the other man to see him at his best, his strongest, as if it will somehow make a difference...) ]
I'm okay, really. It's not that bad. The nurse should be able to help, and then I'll be okay to continue the tour— [ A deep, trembling breath as they continue to move forward, each step lancing pain up his leg even as he puts only the smallest amount of weight on it. ] I have lots of ideas, you know. When are you wanting to start the work?
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We'll see what the nurse has to say and then we can move forward with any plans. I'd feel bad seeing you off to Sumeru again wounded under my watch.
( He keeps moving across the main hall. The entire Fortress is probably already aware of Kaveh's existence by now. Fantasy talk might help the pain for the time being, though. )
I'd love to hear your ideas now. After seeing the scans from your toolbox, what do you think should be the main priority?
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Besides, Wriothesley is right, isn't he? He's going back to Sumeru in just a couple of days,
isn't he?
..He'll focus on the question, instead of the arm wound at his side. ]
I'll need to go through and look at everything more closely later, but so far there are two things I think really need to be looked at: First, I want to find a way to improve the structure in such a way that it doesn't have to be in such a state of constant repair and renewal. That will require research and experimentation, though, and may be a longer-term project. More urgently is the state of some of the living quarters. Even if they're not all moldy and leaking, this place is cold, and I think it's possible to make your inmates more comfortable without treating them to luxury.
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Treating for mold seems like the easier of the two, I can get someone in my network to handle the logistics on how to handle that. Sounds like the longer project will also involve more money, so I'll have to run numbers later tonight and come up with a budget.
( Unlike Kaveh, Wriothesley won't fantasize about idealism, but he does take safety seriously. When Sigewinne sees Kaveh's condition the moment they enter the office, she guides Wriothesley to have Kaveh sit on one of the beds. At least he's getting a true prison experience in this regard. No other tour could be as close as this one. Wriothesley watches from the side. )
Well? Is it sprained?
( Sigewinne shakes her head and goes to find some pain medication. )
This should do for now. I recommend not moving too much and resting your foot as much as possible until you're comfortable again. This cream will also help. His Grace is an expert when it comes to wrapping limbs, as you can see. He refuses to come in when he gets hurt. Hmph.
( Ah, she didn't have to say that. Wriothesley sighs and takes the other items, like the bandages and cream. )
Okay, but did I die? Hah. Come on, Kaveh. I can help you to my office. We can take a break for now and have some tea, too.
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If your budget supports an earlier start, I may just stay in Fontaine for the time being. I have no major ongoing projects in Sumeru right now, and going home only to have to come back seems like a waste of time and money. [ Depending on the pay, though, he'll probably look into staying somewhere other than his mother's place, he thinks. Things are uncomfortable enough already.
Guided into the infirmary, Kaveh offers his best smile to Sigewinne, sitting down and watching in relative silence the interaction between the warden and the nurse, and then listening seriously to her recommendations for his own care.
(And he shoots a Look at Wriothesley when she mentions his refusal to care for himself properly. Not that he has any right to police the other man's self-care habits, but...) ]
Thank you, Miss Sigewinne. [ Kaveh smiles, and then lets Wriothesley help him back to his feet. He wants to spend more time here, question her about her facilities and what she would need from a remodel, but he's not about to further overstay his welcome when he's already done so in a thousand other ways. So he makes a mental note to ask her later, and then lets himself be guided toward the Duke's office. A break sounds good. ]
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Once inside, he ensures Kaveh takes proper steps on the steep staircase. He doesn't make the same mistake twice and he refuses to see Kaveh hurt again. The stars have other plans. One of which includes Kaveh suddenly reeling back his choice to leave Fontaine in two days. Peculiar, really. As far as he can tell, Kaveh's living situation here doesn't strike him as comfortable. What does Wriothesley know about family, though? )
Easier if you sit at the desk instead.
( He slips away from Kaveh's side quite reluctantly so he can slide over a chair for himself. It's not weird to practically be seated between his knees with Kaveh's injured foot on his leg, is it? Not unless he makes it weird. If he were anyone else, he'd be doing the same.
So now to figure out the clasps on his shoes and how they come off: he has enough high-heel experience to easily find it and remove it from him. The shoe stays on the table. As he opens up the cream, he begins to wonder why Sigewinne didn't insist on keeping Kaveh in her office. The deep thought keeps his brows creased, fingers dipping into the small jar to then apply the anti-affirmatory cream around Kaveh's ankle. He traces around his bone and behind his Achilles tendon. Eyes flicker up at him. )
If you don't have any major projects, then I can always assign you a room here. It would take you at least two hours commuting every day if you're staying in the city and then we'd also need a letter from Neuvillette permitting you to go in and out as you please. Technically the entrance is still within his jurisdiction. Oh, you probably haven't met him, he's the Iudex. I can get that done easily if you don't want to stay here with all the deadly mold and treacherous pipes... Does this hurt, by the way?
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