sempiternals | How could your heart be stolen by a human?

( The gash isn't as deep as the amount of blood makes it seem, that much is revealed after Wriothesley uses multiple small towels to absorb and clean it off. Antiseptic is diluted in some water to not cause Kaveh a worse sting, and then he covers it with cotton squares and bandages, visibly calmer.

Eyes flicker towards Kaveh's face as he loops the bandage around his torso for a snug fit. It will become a sexy scar, surely, not that Kaveh needs it to accentuate his allure. He could stand in the middle of the room doing nothing and still draw in Wriothesley's gaze. )

Did he do this, Kaveh?

( He asks again, taking in a long breath to fill his lungs and release all the tension building pressure in his mind. He already gave Mael his two chances. He's not waiting for Kaveh to get hurt again, or worse. In the Fortress, Wriothesley can make his own rules if he wishes, or he can bend them on a case-by-case basis. )

Tell me what happened.

...Yeah. He did.

[ This time, Kaveh confirms it out loud, rather than simply nodding. A guaranteed answer for the other man who earlier was too caught up in his own head to see through the rage and worry to the blonde's nodding. At least now Wriothesley seems to be breathing again, his gaze more focused as he looks back up at Kaveh's face.

He asks for details, so Kaveh gives them. ]

I was in the laundry, and he came in with two of his friends. He was circling me, taunting me, and when I told him to leave me alone, he put something sharp— I guess it was probably a knife— against my throat and threatened me. Told me I had to fix everything so he was right with you again. I shoved him off and then he came for me, and...

[ He frowns. This is where things start to get a little hazy. ]

I think he was trying to stab. But I moved, and I got this instead. His friends panicked and ran away. They said something, I don't remember what. And he came at me again, so I used my Vision to trip him.

Then I ran, and I didn't stop until I got here.

[ He's been dry-eyed since their last fight, and it seems to continue even now, his expression tired but not weepy as he looks up at the other. ]

Did I... do the right thing?

( Indeed, Kaveh nodding was previously missed due to his vision going red. Now, with the confirmation, he can better prepare himself psychologically to welcome back justice into his own hands. )

You did the right thing, Kaveh.
I want to propose you something. You don't have to agree to it, but just know it comes from a place of care.

( He glances down, too, lost amidst the haze of vivid rage still. To think Mael was attempting to snuff out the life out of Kaveh for no reason at all, he hates the thought of it. )

I want you to stay here with me, at least for tonight and maybe tomorrow night. If you need anything, I can assign you a personal escort until this incident is filed properly. After that, you're free to do whatever you'd like like usual.

How does that sound?

[ Kaveh is quiet for a moment as the question is asked of him. He understands why Wriothesley is asking it, too— and of course, there's an immediate, aching urge to say yes. He's scared, after all— terrified; while he may have gotten the upper hand over Mael this time, it doesn't mean he will next time. Staying here in the warden's protection makes the most sense.

But last time he was here, they woke up... like that, and Kaveh promised himself it wouldn't happen again, and... ]

I... I think we'll need some ground rules, if this is what we're going to do. [ His voice is quiet, possibly quieter than Wriothesley has ever heard it, as they feel their way over the words. ] But... I agree that it's the best idea we have right now.

( He’s fully prepared to actually take the couch upstairs in his office so Kaveh can take over his bed. He, too, is offering his safety with additional precautions in mind to prevent them from having another argument.

Kaveh’s voice is so quiet, it makes Wriothesley wonder if he’s reluctantly asking for rules. He helps him up so they can continue their conversation in the bedroom. )

I’m all ears. Anything you need.

[ He smiles as he's helped up, and then moves alongside him in silence for a moment or two, trying to think of how to say what he needs to in words— without causing another fight between the two of them.

After a moment, he tries: ]

Could we... bring in a mattress or something for me to sleep on? I don't think either of us should sleep on the floor or the couch. But I also... it's probably not best if we're sleeping next to each other again, is it?

[ Although the truth is that he would in a heartbeat, if push came to shove. He can't help himself in that way. ]

( He pulls out the chair from his small desk in case Kaveh rather use it than sitting on the bed. As for Wriothesley, he gives him plenty of space as he stands off to a side, leaning on a wall.

It’s as he expects, though part of him hoped Kaveh would want him in bed together. )

Of course. I’ll have someone bring one in for you.

Anything else?

[ Noting the chair pulled out for him, Kaveh takes it— he sees what Wriothesley is doing, and appreciates it— appreciates it more when the other agrees to have a bed pulled in for him.

And then he's asked if he needs anything else, and he frowns, shakes his head. No, there's really... he should be fine, as long as he can sleep and do his work...

He pauses, chews on his lower lip for a little. ]

Could we talk?

( The follow up question feels like a surprise. For some reason, he also didn’t expect Kaveh to dive into a talk of any gravity when he clearly needs the rest more than anything. At least his bruises have mostly faded, but the violence left on him is still obvious. Stress piles on like the ceiling slowly inching down until there’s nowhere else to run to. )

Of course.

[ He can see the stress practically bearing down on Wriothesley in response to his words, and he offers the man a small smile as he shakes his head. ]

Don't worry, [ he says, and then he drops his gaze away from the other man's for a moment. ] I'm not going to ask you to say much. I just— after our last fight, I thought that I should probably...

There are things about me that I feel like I should tell you. If only to... I'd like you to get to know me better.

( Wriothesley walks across to be closer to him, leaning on his small desk instead. He’s fully attentive to him as if nobody else matters in the world. Fetching his mattress can also wait. Kaveh is deceivingly conservative about his personal life, that much Wriothesley knows from the first few times they talked. He knows this because well— he’s the same way. )

I’ve wanted to get to know you from the moment I first saw you, Kaveh.

[ The words are exactly what he's always wanted to hear— but he tries not to let himself lean into the hope too much. Wriothesley has made things all too clear about where they continue to stand in spite of his feelings, and Kaveh sees no reason for that to change anytime soon.

What he can do, though, is explain to the other why he is the way he is, why he's stumbled so many times along the way, made mistake after mistake, held on in the face of no hope. ]

When I was just a kid, there was a festival held in Sumeru. It was celebrated with a championship, and the prize... was the most beautiful diadem I had ever seen. I loved it so much— I even told my father I wanted it. So... he said he'd get it for me. He didn't win, but the championship changed him. As a kid, I didn't understand why, but... anyway, he died in the desert some weeks later.

[ Kaveh closes his eyes, taking in a slow, deep breath. ]

It broke my mother. She would just stare into space and cry a lot. And I guess I kind of ended up being the adult in the house for both of us. But I... I blamed myself for it. For a really long time. Sometimes I still do. If I hadn't eyed that stupid diadem, perhaps he would never have participated—

[ —And that asshole Sachin would never have gotten his claws into him, is the end of that story, even if it's a little too complicated to explain. ]

So... yeah.

( The picture slowly begins to fill itself the more Kaveh explains. He wishes to reach out and pull him into his arms, or give him any sense of condolences. It’s always those who truly have a happy, normal family who end up in ruins.

It’s an unfortunate situation for Kaveh, carrying his father’s death on his shoulders. Wriothesley might also feel the same way if he were a child like Kaveh at the time. )

Sorry about your father, Kaveh.
Circumstance is cruel to live with, but that blame is only going to eat you up inside and leave you with nothing.

I take it you’re not fond of your step father, then?

[ Kaveh listens to Wriothesley's words, shaking his head with a slight protest— ] I don't blame myself anymore! [ —a lie, and not one told with enough time to make it remotely believable. He pauses, and sighs. ] I'm trying not to. I learned some stuff about it that changes my feelings somewhat but... I'm trying.

[ The smile he offers is tired and weak, but genuine, showing the truth of his words this time around. Although in response to the next question, it fades a little, turns more distant. ]

My step father? It's not that I'm not fond of him. He seems like a nice enough guy, and... he makes my mom happy, so that's what really counts, right?

[ Why couldn't I make her happy?

His fingers are trembling. ]

She went to Fontaine on a job once I was in school. Then she fell in love, and left everything in Sumeru behind for good.

[ She left me behind.

While unsaid, the truth of Kaveh's pain underscores each of his words, if Wriothesley looks close enough. ]

( He knows him well enough at this point to tell he's trying to convince himself of something he hasn't quite achieved and that is moving on. Closing the chapter rather than allowing the pages to still cut and wound. The progress is never easy and he knows it might be a long way ahead for Kaveh.

Something else he mentions sinks deep in him. He straightens up as he watches him, alert and focused. Sure, leaving behind a loved one to find a new life could leave even more tender scars. Wriothesley understands the sentiment featured in Kaveh's eyes, and how terrifying it would have been to be left alone without true guidance.

It's very little to go off of, so he's not sure if this is another unresolved issue Kaveh may have with her, or if she was a "bad" mother. Considering how well Kaveh's heart turned out, he doubts it would have been the case. )

Would you have preferred her to stay with you?

[ In response to Wriothesley's words, Kaveh is quiet for a moment.

Then, slowly, he nods. ]

Of course. I would have wanted that more than anything. But at the time I felt like... I didn't have the right to ask her not to leave. I was the one who destroyed her happiness, after all. How could I have asked her to stay and destroy it all over again?

...That was when I learned what the difference is between a house and a home.

[ He remembers sitting there on the divan, having come home from her wedding, looking around at the house that they used to share together, the three of them, full of memories and light and laughter, now empty and cold. ]

Anyway, I... When you don't like yourself much to begin with, and the people you love the most choose to leave you, it... it becomes very hard to believe anyone would ever want to stay by your side. [ He talks carefully, here, using the third person as shield, not allowing his words to become too personal. ] Sometimes it becomes about running away to protect yourself before you can get hurt.

There’s everything to like about you. Aren’t you being too hard on yourself? I’ve seen the way you work, which may not be so bad in the field when everything has to be perfect.

But you’re a person, not a robot or building.

( He carefully reaches over to drag fingers through his hair, then moves closer to him.

He could try to convince Wriothesley of anything but the guilt is vivid on his face. It’s poisoning him and Wriothesley can’t do much to help Kaveh through this.

He’ll have to face his own demons rather than expect the world to shift for his sake.

Perhaps he has heard words like this in the past, but Wriothesley knows better than to point it out. He does live in an underwater prison factory, after all. What right does he have to tell Kaveh how to live his life? )

Have you told her how you feel about her having left you? I admit it seems selfish from where I stand, leaving a child behind like that.

But I don’t know her like you do.

( This makes Wriothesley think more, he should have never confessed or kissed or given him any room for a chance at all. Just to watch him wither in pain again?

But they’re here and he’ll play the cards he has.
He looks away with a stern smile, oh Wriothesley knows everything about running away. )

Sometimes protecting ourselves is all we have learned to do.

[ He smiles at the hand through his hair, eyes briefly closing. But in response to Wriothesley's question, Kaveh shakes his head. ]

Of course not. How could I? If I were a parent, there's no way I could do the same, but— it was her grief, right? She had to process it the best way she knew how. And... [ He falls off for a moment, offering the other man a helpless little smile, one that says that he can't blame her when he still blames himself. ] Anyway.. I don't think it would do any good anymore. It was in the past. I know she loves me. And it's not like she's gonna come back to Sumeru. Besides—

[ That sentence stops more abruptly, and he shakes his head again. ]

Nevermind.

[ Protecting oneself.

And he wonders: is that what Wriothesley's really been doing this entire time, pushing him away and acting like it's all for Kaveh's sake, like he's protecting him from the injustice of being in a relationship that "would never work"? It brings a small, thoughtful frown to his expression, and he falls silent. ]

If she loves you, that's what matters. But if there's something still weighing heavy in your heart, well, she's your mom...

( A concept Wriothesley never became familiarized with. He looks away and his arms cross. He only ever fell for a beautiful lie in the shape of a family and a normal childhood is something well out of his understanding or reach.

He can trust himself, though. His attraction for Kaveh is real and burning but the bigger issue is dormant beneath every nuance. The closer one gets, the more difficult Wriothesley makes it for them to walk through open doors.

Of course, his concern about Kaveh's safety is also well intended. Especially his freedom. )

Are you alright? If you want to get some rest, I'll go ahead and get my mattress. Or I can always make us some tea.

[ She is his mom... but that doesn't make it any easier. He's not really sure what he's meant to say— but it seems like Wriothesley is done anyway, turning away with his arms over his chest

and Kaveh wonders what his family is like (was like? before this place?), but he doesn't ask. If the Duke wanted him to know, he'd tell him. And so he's quiet for a moment, just kind of hovering in place, not sure what to say or do.

Then the question comes, and he thinks it through before nodding slowly. ]

I'm feeling okay right now. More shaken than anything else. So.. tea would be nice, please. If you don't mind. I think it might help me settle my nerves.

( He got along well with all his siblings during those times, but he doesn’t make it a goal to ever reconnect with any other survivors. The past is long gone and as dead as everyone. Wriothesley nods at him, going on to an area on his room where a small kitchen was fitted. It’s only one stove, specifically for his tea addiction. He fills the kettle with water and it starts to boil. It takes a few minutes so he returns to Kaveh’s side. )

You’re not hurting still, are you?

( Plenty of ways that question can land, though. Wriothesley doesn’t mind talking more if Kaveh wishes. )

[ The question is an interesting one that Kaveh doesn't quite know how to parse. Emotionally? Yes, he's hurting still. He's pretty much always hurting. But that's about the most dramatic thing Kaveh could say, so he doesn't say it. Physically?

...Mm, he's hurting still, just a little.

He smiles at Wriothesley. ]

Just a little. The cream you put on it helped a lot though.

[ A pause, as his teeth worry at his lower lip. ]

I'm sorry, by the way. For dumping all that on you. I don't usually tell people, actually— my roommate's the only person who knows the full story. But I just... thought maybe it would help you understand me— some of the stupid things I do, or the things that upset me.

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( Wriothesley appears pensive as Kaveh tries to backtrack his words or apologize for them. Perhaps that’s one of the behaviors he came to learn as time kept ripping open existing wounds. He’d bring him into his arms for comfort if he didn’t fear putting him in a position that would bring him more pain. He’s been through so much in just a few days. )

You don’t have to apologize. I’m glad you told me, Kaveh.

It helps getting to know you, and ultimately it’s what I want.

I don’t know if I won’t end up saying the wrong thing to you in the future, or something.

Ever thought of doing some self healing? Anything at all, that helps deal the weight of that feeling be just a little less.

[ And so for a moment or so, the two of them just stand there. Kaveh can practically feel in the room the urge Wriothesley has to just hold him— but also the way he restrains himself, not allowing it to be what he wants it to be.

(Or maybe even that is just wishful thinking.)

When the answer comes, though, he smiles again, something in his gaze that is somehow both wistful and thankful at the same time. ]

It's okay if you say the wrong thing. You can't know the answer to every situation, and I know that. But... if I do have a bad reaction, I guess... now you'll get it, at least. I know I sometimes act kinda crazy.

[ And then, a tilt of his head. He's a smart man, but this is a topic he doesn't really understand— ]

Self healing?

( His self control is stronger than the foundation of the Fortress itself… until it isn’t. He’s undoubtedly more comfortable around Kaveh, and he’s comfortable thinking about him or what he wants to do to him. Who knows when the ideas will come to face reality.

Once the kettle hisses he goes to fill both their cups with one of his favorites teas. He sets Kaveh’s cup down on his desk to let it cool, and he blows over his own, sipping confidently. )

Everyone has crazy in them, not that it makes it any easier to handle in the moment.

You know. Like picking up a hobby to get your mind off of things, or meditate to focus on the present rather than the past. It could help you navigate your emotions.

( He reads a lot… )

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