( He doesn't understand how Kaveh allows himself to hold onto the blame when in reality Wriothesley is the one at fault. Seeing Kaveh so broken in front of him, smeared off of his makeup and once again wearing tears, Wriothesley doesn't know what to do. He's stunted in the middle of his lobby, barefoot against the cold metal and unable to reach out to him.
He'll just make matters worse if he were to hold him or wipe off his tears. )
Kaveh...
( He fears Navia might be listening, anyway. He wouldn't be standing here had she not shown up, not that he blames her: he loves her dearly. Tonight wasn't her business, though. )
It was my fault, alright? I will never be able to make it up to you, I can't return to you those moments so for that, I'm sorry.
Will you wait here? I'll get dressed and escort you to your room.
[ As Wriothesley talks, Kaveh finds himself standing frozen in place; for a long moment he just stands there staring— not even at the fact the man is wearing just his underwear and a shirt, but at the fact he's practically pleading with him, apologizing in a way he himself needed to some weeks ago.
And he wants to forgive, wants to let him escort him back to his room— of course he does, of course— but right now he feels tired, and dirty, and hurt, and he just...
Kaveh shakes his head after a moment. ]
Thank you for the offer, Your Grace, but.. I can make it back to my room by myself. I think— I think I'd just prefer to... [ He closes his eyes, huffs out a quick sigh before he manages to look back up at him once more. ] It.. we'll be alright, I just need to be alone right now.
( He’s not sure why he believed Kaveh would agree and wait for him to be escorted— selfish wishes, perhaps. He wants to tell him, the words burn at the back of his throat and he feels Navia’s presence also pressure him. )
Kaveh.
I understand.
( When Kaveh leaves, Wriothesley turns back so he can go back in his room. Every move seems agitated once he arrives, and he stands in the middle of it, arms crossed as he looks at Navia. )
[ To Navia's credit, she has already gathered the very few things she brought with her by the time Wriothesley gets back into the room. She says nothing, doesn't even touch him in comfort— she just offers him a small, sad smile before she leaves both his room and the Fortress.
She'll send an apology text later, when he's had a chance to calm down— when things have hopefully had a chance to get better.
Kaveh, for his part, leaves the office straight for the communal bathrooms, trying to keep himself as together as possible— an effort that apparently fails, if the glance of the single inmate actually showering at this hour is anything to go by. The blonde knows him reasonably well; he's a strikingly handsome Fontainian gentleman who has been helping with some of the reconstruction, a man with something of a reputation as being a "bad guy". He's never been anything but nice to Kaveh, though, if a bit flirtatious. ]
Mael, [ Kaveh greets him with a small smile, a nod, and suddenly the man in question is in his space, concern on his features, offering him the comfort he needs— first just through words, and then through touches, until before long he's being fucked against the wall of the shower cubicle, then again on his bed.
It's there that he finally falls asleep, tears on his cheeks but resolute in his decision to move on.
( He's going to be using his lock from now on. The door is shut tight after she makes it out of it, passing the latches only he would be able to pick. He rests his back against the cold of the metal trying to stabilize himself in the moment. It's not her fault, but it is. It's not like he's someone she should be needing to coddle without him asking her to. The effort, and her care, don't go unnoticed, but the timing is tragically off.
Kaveh shouldn't have waltzed in his room either, not without knocking, and of course, the main villain is truly Wriothesley at the end of it all. He deserves to go to bed alone after using Kaveh like he did.
He wakes up earlier than the alarms that morning. Showers, dresses, and decides it's only right to check on Kaveh. The heaviness of alcohol is long gone, but as much as he wants to pretend he'd forgotten it all, it's all too real. They didn't drink enough to black out over each other's bodies like he intended. As he wished.
Someone else got live that. The guy he's been hearing about lately between guards on the passing, or inmates. He's sure that's him in Kaveh's bed, both so sound asleep and spent from all the sex. He feels a hole burn through his body watching them, engulfing everything in flames he swears feel real. Sorry.
He moves away from the doorway and his heavy footsteps fade and fade on the metal flooring. As promised, he skips his breakfast today and he locks up the office. He needs to take the day to clean up the private quarters on the ship and distract his mind. Would it really hurt more than this if he were to simply look in the mirror, then Kaveh, and tell him how he feels?
After all this time rejecting Kaveh, it wouldn't be fair to then go back on his word yet again and confuse him even more. )
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( He doesn't understand how Kaveh allows himself to hold onto the blame when in reality Wriothesley is the one at fault. Seeing Kaveh so broken in front of him, smeared off of his makeup and once again wearing tears, Wriothesley doesn't know what to do. He's stunted in the middle of his lobby, barefoot against the cold metal and unable to reach out to him.
He'll just make matters worse if he were to hold him or wipe off his tears. )
Kaveh...
( He fears Navia might be listening, anyway. He wouldn't be standing here had she not shown up, not that he blames her: he loves her dearly. Tonight wasn't her business, though. )
It was my fault, alright? I will never be able to make it up to you, I can't return to you those moments so for that, I'm sorry.
Will you wait here? I'll get dressed and escort you to your room.
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And he wants to forgive, wants to let him escort him back to his room— of course he does, of course— but right now he feels tired, and dirty, and hurt, and he just...
Kaveh shakes his head after a moment. ]
Thank you for the offer, Your Grace, but.. I can make it back to my room by myself. I think— I think I'd just prefer to... [ He closes his eyes, huffs out a quick sigh before he manages to look back up at him once more. ] It.. we'll be alright, I just need to be alone right now.
I'm sorry.
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Kaveh.
I understand.
( When Kaveh leaves, Wriothesley turns back so he can go back in his room. Every move seems agitated once he arrives, and he stands in the middle of it, arms crossed as he looks at Navia. )
Leave.
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She'll send an apology text later, when he's had a chance to calm down— when things have hopefully had a chance to get better.
Kaveh, for his part, leaves the office straight for the communal bathrooms, trying to keep himself as together as possible— an effort that apparently fails, if the glance of the single inmate actually showering at this hour is anything to go by. The blonde knows him reasonably well; he's a strikingly handsome Fontainian gentleman who has been helping with some of the reconstruction, a man with something of a reputation as being a "bad guy". He's never been anything but nice to Kaveh, though, if a bit flirtatious. ]
Mael, [ Kaveh greets him with a small smile, a nod, and suddenly the man in question is in his space, concern on his features, offering him the comfort he needs— first just through words, and then through touches, until before long he's being fucked against the wall of the shower cubicle, then again on his bed.
It's there that he finally falls asleep, tears on his cheeks but resolute in his decision to move on.
Just like he promised. ]
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Kaveh shouldn't have waltzed in his room either, not without knocking, and of course, the main villain is truly Wriothesley at the end of it all. He deserves to go to bed alone after using Kaveh like he did.
He wakes up earlier than the alarms that morning. Showers, dresses, and decides it's only right to check on Kaveh. The heaviness of alcohol is long gone, but as much as he wants to pretend he'd forgotten it all, it's all too real. They didn't drink enough to black out over each other's bodies like he intended. As he wished.
Someone else got live that. The guy he's been hearing about lately between guards on the passing, or inmates. He's sure that's him in Kaveh's bed, both so sound asleep and spent from all the sex. He feels a hole burn through his body watching them, engulfing everything in flames he swears feel real. Sorry.
He moves away from the doorway and his heavy footsteps fade and fade on the metal flooring. As promised, he skips his breakfast today and he locks up the office. He needs to take the day to clean up the private quarters on the ship and distract his mind. Would it really hurt more than this if he were to simply look in the mirror, then Kaveh, and tell him how he feels?
After all this time rejecting Kaveh, it wouldn't be fair to then go back on his word yet again and confuse him even more. )