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[It's a marvel, really, the utterance of his name half aghast. The slickness wetting and smearing his palm and fingers, the sweet ache in his skin when enamel sinks deeper into it. Alhaitham keeps his eyes open for all of it, capturing the blush on Kaveh's ear, the stutters of his hand and the heavy breathing raising his shoulders and pressing further against his chest.
The curse. It's yet another wonder, that Alhaitham would cause him to react like this. And not out of anger, not out of shock, but of utter delight and not knowing what to do with it.
His breath hitches once the pace increases, and Alhaitham does gasp, unable to stop his lungs from trying to reach for more air. Enough that his chest pangs softly. He's truly never felt like this before.] Wait—
[He scoots himself higher, pulls Kaveh into another kiss as he grabs the back of his thigh, pulls him with him as he sets his shoulders on the headboard. It feels cold on his heated back. He's probably flushed. He feels flushed. He doesn't care.
He nudges their lips apart as he finalizes a kiss, and then another, and another.] I'm not a Sage. [He shakes his head, squeezes the round of the architect's rear before sliding his hand up his back.]
The curse. It's yet another wonder, that Alhaitham would cause him to react like this. And not out of anger, not out of shock, but of utter delight and not knowing what to do with it.
His breath hitches once the pace increases, and Alhaitham does gasp, unable to stop his lungs from trying to reach for more air. Enough that his chest pangs softly. He's truly never felt like this before.] Wait—
[He scoots himself higher, pulls Kaveh into another kiss as he grabs the back of his thigh, pulls him with him as he sets his shoulders on the headboard. It feels cold on his heated back. He's probably flushed. He feels flushed. He doesn't care.
He nudges their lips apart as he finalizes a kiss, and then another, and another.] I'm not a Sage. [He shakes his head, squeezes the round of the architect's rear before sliding his hand up his back.]
[ The movement gives Kaveh space to breathe, a soft sound on his lips as he's pulled further up the bed with Alhaitham, answering the squeeze of the other's hands on the fullness of his backside with a low groan, with kisses eager and wanting pressed in kind into the scribe's mouth. And for a singular moment, he thinks about turning it into an argument— not one just for the sake of arguing, but to tell the other man that he's of more importance than he allows others to see him, that maybe he's not a sage but he could be—
Yet, as much as Kaveh those things, wants Alhaitham to see himself the way Kaveh sees him, there's a part of him motivated (selfishly, despite the other's belief that the blonde has not a self-serving bone in his body) by the pleasure of what they're doing, the fear of ruining it by saying all the wrong things.
And so he chuckles instead as answer to the other's objection, a sound kiss and a hum of acquiescence, hand slipping back into its previous position now that they're secured against the headboard. Fingers press over the tip of his arousal, a low moan into the other's mouth at the leaking wetness he feels on his fingers, and—
Mm.
Kaveh breaks the kiss and unwinds his grip on the other, pushing himself away enough that he can curl fingers around the waistband of Alhaitham's pants, tugging them over his hips— and he tries, genuinely, not to stare, but he can't quite help himself. ]
Alhaitham, [ he murmurs, voice rough with lust, and his crimson eyes dark with the same as they lift back to the other's face. ] Will you tell me what you like? Where you prefer to go— what you prefer to do?
[ A strange question, perhaps, when their first kiss led Kaveh to wonder after the other's level of experience— but more than anything he wants them to be on the same page, especially with this. ]
Yet, as much as Kaveh those things, wants Alhaitham to see himself the way Kaveh sees him, there's a part of him motivated (selfishly, despite the other's belief that the blonde has not a self-serving bone in his body) by the pleasure of what they're doing, the fear of ruining it by saying all the wrong things.
And so he chuckles instead as answer to the other's objection, a sound kiss and a hum of acquiescence, hand slipping back into its previous position now that they're secured against the headboard. Fingers press over the tip of his arousal, a low moan into the other's mouth at the leaking wetness he feels on his fingers, and—
Mm.
Kaveh breaks the kiss and unwinds his grip on the other, pushing himself away enough that he can curl fingers around the waistband of Alhaitham's pants, tugging them over his hips— and he tries, genuinely, not to stare, but he can't quite help himself. ]
Alhaitham, [ he murmurs, voice rough with lust, and his crimson eyes dark with the same as they lift back to the other's face. ] Will you tell me what you like? Where you prefer to go— what you prefer to do?
[ A strange question, perhaps, when their first kiss led Kaveh to wonder after the other's level of experience— but more than anything he wants them to be on the same page, especially with this. ]
[Had Kaveh started to tell him how much of a Sage he could be, Alhaitham would know how to reply. It's not that he doesn't know that he could be a Sage, that he has the skills, the knowledge, the ethos and the reputation for it. But he doesn't want to, not when Acting as one in the interim was a thankless job, but it was more than what he wanted, and more trouble than he could care for. He knows that Kaveh, himself, would be able to become one, possibly even find some sort of fulfilment with it. But there's also the risk of him spreading himself too thin, like the way he keeps kissing him, moans into him, touching Alhaitham and then promptly moving his hands away to draw his trousers low, away from the Scribe and asking silly little questions.
He doesn't answer, not immediately. He merely cradles Kaveh's jaw and kisses that roughness away from his voice, wanting those darkened eyes to flutter closed. He doesn't even wonder if he's looking the same, if his pupils are blown wide, if his voice sounds thick. Merely lets his tongue do the talking as it leisurely curls on the architect's, traces the edge of his teeth.
(He's a very fast learner.)
Eventually, though, even if dazed, he does draw back and shifts his hips to let those pants be tugged off. He doesn't really know what he prefers, he's never really done this with anyone.]
I don't know… I prefer you with no clothes, too. [Drunkenness, perhaps, makes him allow for this, tugging at those pajama pants as well. They're a lot easier to move than his own.]
He doesn't answer, not immediately. He merely cradles Kaveh's jaw and kisses that roughness away from his voice, wanting those darkened eyes to flutter closed. He doesn't even wonder if he's looking the same, if his pupils are blown wide, if his voice sounds thick. Merely lets his tongue do the talking as it leisurely curls on the architect's, traces the edge of his teeth.
(He's a very fast learner.)
Eventually, though, even if dazed, he does draw back and shifts his hips to let those pants be tugged off. He doesn't really know what he prefers, he's never really done this with anyone.]
I don't know… I prefer you with no clothes, too. [Drunkenness, perhaps, makes him allow for this, tugging at those pajama pants as well. They're a lot easier to move than his own.]
[ In the end, it's not going to matter to Kaveh if Faruzan's food is sent from the gods, or from the Abyss. The truth is that, despite the awkwardness and embarrassment inherent in the whole thing, he's immensely grateful that his senior cares enough to pay attention to his troubles.
Besides, he's sure she has worries of her own. Maybe he can find a way to help her, too.
He offers a small smile when she opens the door, a nod of acceptance and gratitude, and he holds out the sharbat for her. ]
Thank you. I brought a drink. I'm not sure if you enjoy sharbat greatly, but I know it's... something of a classic. [ It's the politest way he can find to say "years and years old". He knows that Faruzan isn't backward about coming forward when it comes to her history, but the word still feels impolite. And despite his occasional reputation as something of a loud troublemaker, he's genuinely not— ]
Either way, it will go well with dinner.
Besides, he's sure she has worries of her own. Maybe he can find a way to help her, too.
He offers a small smile when she opens the door, a nod of acceptance and gratitude, and he holds out the sharbat for her. ]
Thank you. I brought a drink. I'm not sure if you enjoy sharbat greatly, but I know it's... something of a classic. [ It's the politest way he can find to say "years and years old". He knows that Faruzan isn't backward about coming forward when it comes to her history, but the word still feels impolite. And despite his occasional reputation as something of a loud troublemaker, he's genuinely not— ]
Either way, it will go well with dinner.
[ A deep, shuddering breath is Kaveh's attempt to calm himself, though in practice it does nothing other than make him sob it out again in the next moment. His grip on his own legs tightens, and what follows for the next few minutes are simply repeats: sharp inhales followed by shaky, sobbing exhales as Kaveh cries in a way he hasn't cried in years.
When he finally calms, it's to pull back, to wince as he levers his fingernails from the indents he's sliced into his own thighs, to look up at Tighnari through eyes even redder than normal and brimming with saltwater. ]
It was... during the last Interdarshan Championship, [ he murmurs, eyes falling again after only the barest of moments. ] I was young, and I saw the posters of the diadem. It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen... I kept asking about it, and so he entered the tournament to try and win it. So I could... so I could play with it.
[ He falls silent, staring at the thin tendrils of blood wisping into the water from his legs. ]
S-Sorry. I— I hurt myself.
When he finally calms, it's to pull back, to wince as he levers his fingernails from the indents he's sliced into his own thighs, to look up at Tighnari through eyes even redder than normal and brimming with saltwater. ]
It was... during the last Interdarshan Championship, [ he murmurs, eyes falling again after only the barest of moments. ] I was young, and I saw the posters of the diadem. It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen... I kept asking about it, and so he entered the tournament to try and win it. So I could... so I could play with it.
[ He falls silent, staring at the thin tendrils of blood wisping into the water from his legs. ]
S-Sorry. I— I hurt myself.
Such as...?
Maybe I can help you think of it in a more positive manner!
Maybe I can help you think of it in a more positive manner!
[In return, she raised an eyebrow. Here, she was simply doing it as a way to help her junior out. Not after losing her own family, she didn't want others to feel as though she didn't care. It was the opposite really, even if he had a weird way of showing it.
And yet, she wasn't prepared for him to do something in return. Even with his wording, all she could do was chuckle a little. Waving her hand in front of her face, she found it rather amusing.]
Ah, thank you, you sure know how to treat your elders well! What polite manners you have!
[She said before making her way toward a table and gesturing for her guest to sit down. Once she did so, that's when she went back to the kitchen to get things ready.] Now tell me, has your day been well?
And yet, she wasn't prepared for him to do something in return. Even with his wording, all she could do was chuckle a little. Waving her hand in front of her face, she found it rather amusing.]
Ah, thank you, you sure know how to treat your elders well! What polite manners you have!
[She said before making her way toward a table and gesturing for her guest to sit down. Once she did so, that's when she went back to the kitchen to get things ready.] Now tell me, has your day been well?
[ It's not quite what he meant, and he's pretty sure Alhaitham knows as much, but Kaveh is in no position to complain when the words are being kissed out of his mouth, when the scribe is reaching for him to remove his pants in turn. Of the two of them, the blonde has a more difficult job ahead of him, but he's nothing if not stubborn, and between that and the shift of Alhaitham's hips he has the tools he needs to do it.
Of course, it's hardly fair that "no clothes" for Kaveh literally means naked, where Alhaitham at least is still in his underwear once the architect finally works his pants over his hips. And so without giving himself time to pause and admire the outline of the other's arousal pushing against his underclothes, or to get too distracted by the feeling of the other's hands working at his own remaining clothing, he reaches to pull at those too, watching as the scribe's arousal is freed from its confines.
A fast learner Alhaitham indeed is, and it gives Kaveh a thought, the blonde's carmine eyes lifting languidly to meet his junior's, a lazy smile curving the corners of his mouth as he takes the scribe in hand once more, a smooth rhythm of strokes punctuating his words. ]
If you don't know... looks like I need to figure it out. [ It's said with a smile, and Kaveh darts in to press one quick kiss against Alhaitham's lips before pulling away again, further this time unless the other tries to stop him, intent on hunching over his lap and showing him one way he can bring him pleasure. ]
Of course, it's hardly fair that "no clothes" for Kaveh literally means naked, where Alhaitham at least is still in his underwear once the architect finally works his pants over his hips. And so without giving himself time to pause and admire the outline of the other's arousal pushing against his underclothes, or to get too distracted by the feeling of the other's hands working at his own remaining clothing, he reaches to pull at those too, watching as the scribe's arousal is freed from its confines.
A fast learner Alhaitham indeed is, and it gives Kaveh a thought, the blonde's carmine eyes lifting languidly to meet his junior's, a lazy smile curving the corners of his mouth as he takes the scribe in hand once more, a smooth rhythm of strokes punctuating his words. ]
If you don't know... looks like I need to figure it out. [ It's said with a smile, and Kaveh darts in to press one quick kiss against Alhaitham's lips before pulling away again, further this time unless the other tries to stop him, intent on hunching over his lap and showing him one way he can bring him pleasure. ]
[ kaveh doesn't answer at first, only weeps painfully in a way that makes tighnari's heart twist in his breast, fiercely protective, ferociously loyal. he holds to his friend through it all, his arms around kaveh's shoulders, his head resting heavy against his nape, eyes closed. if kaveh wants to talk, he'll talk when he can breathe properly again.
which.. comes soon enough. tighnari lifts his head when kaveh shifts, frowns at the red crescents left in kaveh's thighs, but he can see to those later, the cuts are not deep. for now, he listens, instead. ]
Kaveh..
[ tighnari's head tilts, his ears folded back, his expression a mask of sympathy. ]
Why in the world would you blame yourself for such a thing? You were young. Any child would wish for such a thing. I urged my parents to get things for me all the time, there was no way you could have known.
[ shifting to be better able to look at him, tighnari pushes the hair from kaveh's damp face to better look into his eyes. ]
This is what has haunted you?
which.. comes soon enough. tighnari lifts his head when kaveh shifts, frowns at the red crescents left in kaveh's thighs, but he can see to those later, the cuts are not deep. for now, he listens, instead. ]
Kaveh..
[ tighnari's head tilts, his ears folded back, his expression a mask of sympathy. ]
Why in the world would you blame yourself for such a thing? You were young. Any child would wish for such a thing. I urged my parents to get things for me all the time, there was no way you could have known.
[ shifting to be better able to look at him, tighnari pushes the hair from kaveh's damp face to better look into his eyes. ]
This is what has haunted you?
[Kaveh's skin under his fingers keeps changing its texture, from warm and soft to cool and smooth to something he doesn't have the chance to really parse, and he does let out a noise of complaint, wanting to feel more of that under his fingers, moving in only to be interrupted by a few tugs on his erection that do a wonderful job of getting him to gasp, Kaveh looking like the cat that got the cream, and—
Archons, the breath he draws in makes his teeth snap with how rattling it is at the sight of his roommate leaning over to take him into his mouth, and he needs to cover his mouth even if he goes perfectly still, perfectly quiet as though he's afraid of ruining the moment, ruining the heat of Kaveh's breath on his own skin, the way he brackets himself in the cradle of his hips.
He does reach out, eventually, his fingers stroking his hair away from his eyes, tracing the shell of his ear and down his neck, with a whisper.] Kaveh…
Archons, the breath he draws in makes his teeth snap with how rattling it is at the sight of his roommate leaning over to take him into his mouth, and he needs to cover his mouth even if he goes perfectly still, perfectly quiet as though he's afraid of ruining the moment, ruining the heat of Kaveh's breath on his own skin, the way he brackets himself in the cradle of his hips.
He does reach out, eventually, his fingers stroking his hair away from his eyes, tracing the shell of his ear and down his neck, with a whisper.] Kaveh…
apologies for taking a bit, i've been a little under the weather the last few weeks!! 🥺
desideration
2023-08-23 08:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's subtle details such as these that tell much of a person's character. The Kamisato household isn't one that insists foreign visitors should conform to local customs, but Kaveh has made a genuine effort regardless. Another valuable piece of insight for Ayato to place among the variety of favorable conclusions he's made about the man.
He curiously eyes Kaveh as he sorts through his vocabulary for the proper adjective. The word he settles with has Ayato chuckling a second time, and a wave of his hand dismisses Kaveh's worries. ] No, not at all. I can hardly blame you for believing that to be the case. In fact, I wouldn't hesitate to say that in some cases it's been true. Gratefully, those types find less and less success these days.
[ Those types have left behind their share of messes to be cleaned up, of course, but they tend to be insignificant in the scheme of things.
Ayato bows his head just enough to give proper acknowledgement to Kaveh's kind sentiments. ] I'm honored that you think so. My personal experience is no where near as vast as many of my colleagues, but I have still learned a thing or two over the years. The simple qualities of respect and understanding go a rather long way, I've found. It's much easier to bring people together with them than without them.
He curiously eyes Kaveh as he sorts through his vocabulary for the proper adjective. The word he settles with has Ayato chuckling a second time, and a wave of his hand dismisses Kaveh's worries. ] No, not at all. I can hardly blame you for believing that to be the case. In fact, I wouldn't hesitate to say that in some cases it's been true. Gratefully, those types find less and less success these days.
[ Those types have left behind their share of messes to be cleaned up, of course, but they tend to be insignificant in the scheme of things.
Ayato bows his head just enough to give proper acknowledgement to Kaveh's kind sentiments. ] I'm honored that you think so. My personal experience is no where near as vast as many of my colleagues, but I have still learned a thing or two over the years. The simple qualities of respect and understanding go a rather long way, I've found. It's much easier to bring people together with them than without them.
[ There's a slight smile on Kaveh's lips at the sound Alhaitham makes as his breath ghosts over the end of his arousal, at the way the other man tenses up as if afraid to move; with a sweet sound on his tongue he takes him into his mouth, starting with the tip alone before drawing him in deeper, one hand bracing against the other's thighs. A shudder dances through his veins when fingers reach to sweep his hair back from his face, to brush and caress over his skin, and Kaveh rewards him with a lowering of his head, drawing more of the other between his lips.
His tongue curls, dragging against the skin as he starts to move in a slow but steady rhythm, a low hum of pleasure on his lips. And what gag reflex won't allow him to take right now, he cups with the hand not helping him balance, stroking him in a counterrhythm.
Like this, he can't talk, but his eyes flick up, trying to catch what he can of the other's expression, something like a question in his eyes— was it worth the momentary complaint, he wonders, humming lowly again. ]
His tongue curls, dragging against the skin as he starts to move in a slow but steady rhythm, a low hum of pleasure on his lips. And what gag reflex won't allow him to take right now, he cups with the hand not helping him balance, stroking him in a counterrhythm.
Like this, he can't talk, but his eyes flick up, trying to catch what he can of the other's expression, something like a question in his eyes— was it worth the momentary complaint, he wonders, humming lowly again. ]
More positive? Director Hu, my most recent date was interrupted when he received the news that his fiancée had been killed in an accident.
And no, I didn't know he was engaged.
And no, I didn't know he was engaged.
[ Despite himself, he smiles at the compliment; as embarrassing as this whole debacle is, he prides himself on being respectful towards his elders (even if he's forever bemoaning the lack of respect he gets from his own juniors). He sits as instructed— even if he thinks he should offer to help her out in the kitchen— and frowns as she asks how his day has been.
How has his day been? There's been a walk of shame after a night that was nowhere near rough enough for his liking, an argumentative client, a check-in from Dori's people that felt almost like a threat, and then a truly bewildering conversation—
...Mm, he's not going to share all of that. And so Kaveh smiles, the expression a little thinner than he might otherwise like. ]
It's perhaps simplest to say that it's been eventful, [ he replies, eventually. ] What of your day, senior?
How has his day been? There's been a walk of shame after a night that was nowhere near rough enough for his liking, an argumentative client, a check-in from Dori's people that felt almost like a threat, and then a truly bewildering conversation—
...Mm, he's not going to share all of that. And so Kaveh smiles, the expression a little thinner than he might otherwise like. ]
It's perhaps simplest to say that it's been eventful, [ he replies, eventually. ] What of your day, senior?
[ Tighnari's words are kind, kinder than Kaveh has any right to hear; the blonde sucks in a deep breath, and when the fennec's eyes seek to meet his, the crimson of his answers by dropping away, too ashamed to seek his friend out. Despite the other saying that he was young, that he couldn't have known, that he shouldn't blame himself—
He shakes his head, the words thick in his throat. ]
He entered the championship, and... he didn't win, but— [ Another shuddering breath, and Kaveh's fingers tense, the urge all too great to dig back into the soft skin of his thighs, just for something to cling onto. ] Sachin got to him, somehow. It changed him, and...
[ Kaveh shakes his head, trailing off. He died. Alone. In the desert. What else is there to say? ]
My mother, she... she's never been the same. If I hadn't asked—
[ This time, he covers his face with both hands, trying to hold back a fresh barrage of sobs. ]
He shakes his head, the words thick in his throat. ]
He entered the championship, and... he didn't win, but— [ Another shuddering breath, and Kaveh's fingers tense, the urge all too great to dig back into the soft skin of his thighs, just for something to cling onto. ] Sachin got to him, somehow. It changed him, and...
[ Kaveh shakes his head, trailing off. He died. Alone. In the desert. What else is there to say? ]
My mother, she... she's never been the same. If I hadn't asked—
[ This time, he covers his face with both hands, trying to hold back a fresh barrage of sobs. ]
Oh.
Now that is quite a disaster. And yet, did you do anything to cheer yourself up afterwards? Or perhaps you would like me to cheer you up?
Now that is quite a disaster. And yet, did you do anything to cheer yourself up afterwards? Or perhaps you would like me to cheer you up?
[As she gathered the dishes and placed them down, she raised an eyebrow at his expression. Oh dear, did she say the wrong thing? Perhaps she did given his bad luck as of late. With a sigh, she decided not to push it.]
Eventful, you say? All I could hope is that it wasn't too difficult for you.
[And she'll leave it at that. If he wishes to continue, he could. But as she gave a pause, she pondered to herself.]
As for my day, I spent most of the day trying to research what is the newest trend. I was rather surprised that most people would much rather learn about cats than reading literature.
[After setting up the dishes, she went back to grab her pot.] Youngsters these days are interesting.
Eventful, you say? All I could hope is that it wasn't too difficult for you.
[And she'll leave it at that. If he wishes to continue, he could. But as she gave a pause, she pondered to herself.]
As for my day, I spent most of the day trying to research what is the newest trend. I was rather surprised that most people would much rather learn about cats than reading literature.
[After setting up the dishes, she went back to grab her pot.] Youngsters these days are interesting.
Kaveh.. that is simply not how life works. Not how the cycle of death works.
[ he shakes his head, and seeing kaveh's hands tighten again, tighnari reaches to take them in his own, squeezing them tightly. ]
I need you to look at me, and listen, Kaveh. Really listen. Don't get lost in your own head, in the echo chamber of your own mind, listen.
[ tighnari moves around to the side of the tub just to be sure he can catch kaveh's eyes, and watch closely. ]
If you had not asked him, then what? Perhaps he would have gone somewhere else, and passed some other way. These things cannot be controlled; life is as cruel as it is beautiful, things and people can be taken away from you at any time. This was not your fault.
[ he shakes his head, and seeing kaveh's hands tighten again, tighnari reaches to take them in his own, squeezing them tightly. ]
I need you to look at me, and listen, Kaveh. Really listen. Don't get lost in your own head, in the echo chamber of your own mind, listen.
[ tighnari moves around to the side of the tub just to be sure he can catch kaveh's eyes, and watch closely. ]
If you had not asked him, then what? Perhaps he would have gone somewhere else, and passed some other way. These things cannot be controlled; life is as cruel as it is beautiful, things and people can be taken away from you at any time. This was not your fault.
[ He's listening. He is, he is— he's trying to listen, but his thoughts are insistent, clamoring to get through even as Tighnari tells him to shut them out. His eyes move wildly, unable to meet the other's even as he actively seeks his gaze, and his breath comes quick, short, hissing against his lips as he tries to pull himself free of the tight hold his own mind has on him. ]
I—
[ His fingers clench against the side of the tub. ]
I know, I know people can die at any time, but— but if it happened later, in some other way, I... [ A sob tears its way from his throat, ripping the sentences in two; for a long moment, he's silent apart from his sharp, short breaths, sounding ragged and broken on his lips. ] Maybe I'd have had him for longer. And it... it wouldn't be my fault, my mother falling to pieces like she did—
[ For all Tighnari's words, the echo chamber is winning out, leaving the blonde to grip his own face, tug at his own hair, curl his legs up against his chest as he tries, tries— ]
I—
[ His fingers clench against the side of the tub. ]
I know, I know people can die at any time, but— but if it happened later, in some other way, I... [ A sob tears its way from his throat, ripping the sentences in two; for a long moment, he's silent apart from his sharp, short breaths, sounding ragged and broken on his lips. ] Maybe I'd have had him for longer. And it... it wouldn't be my fault, my mother falling to pieces like she did—
[ For all Tighnari's words, the echo chamber is winning out, leaving the blonde to grip his own face, tug at his own hair, curl his legs up against his chest as he tries, tries— ]
[He almost doesn't answer, his core is tight as a vice, his legs sitting very still. The back of Alhaitham's head bumps the headboard of the bed, but he doesn't care, not when he's trying his best not to fist his fingers into the bedsheets, not to roll his hips further into the warmth of Kaveh's mouth.
The humming, doesn't help, and the Scribe swallows down something that could may as well be his heart—that's ridiculous, that's no way humanly impossible.
It's only when Kaveh hums again in questioning that he realizes that he had scrunched his eyes shut, and the view from his angle is—
He's not coming back from this. Kaveh's lips glisten in the low light. His dark eyelashes fan over the highs of his flushed cheeks and they're not coming back from this.
All he can think of is the words he once read when Kaveh's mother sent him books from Fontaine:
'Aprés moi, le déluge.'
He cradles Kaveh's cheek and lets his thumb touch the corner of Kaveh's lips, his own parting with a hiss as he touches along his length being engulfed again. Feels the hollowing of his cheeks as he pulls back. He's mesmerizing. No one should look this beautiful with a dick in their mouth.
The tension easily stretches so thin it's threatening to break.] Kaveh—don't overdo it.
The humming, doesn't help, and the Scribe swallows down something that could may as well be his heart—that's ridiculous, that's no way humanly impossible.
It's only when Kaveh hums again in questioning that he realizes that he had scrunched his eyes shut, and the view from his angle is—
He's not coming back from this. Kaveh's lips glisten in the low light. His dark eyelashes fan over the highs of his flushed cheeks and they're not coming back from this.
All he can think of is the words he once read when Kaveh's mother sent him books from Fontaine:
'Aprés moi, le déluge.'
He cradles Kaveh's cheek and lets his thumb touch the corner of Kaveh's lips, his own parting with a hiss as he touches along his length being engulfed again. Feels the hollowing of his cheeks as he pulls back. He's mesmerizing. No one should look this beautiful with a dick in their mouth.
The tension easily stretches so thin it's threatening to break.] Kaveh—don't overdo it.
[ tighnari is a medic, he knows the signs and symptoms of a panic attack, but medically speaking there is little enough to be done about it but wait for it to pass. he can do his best to mitigate it, and he has some herbs and tinctures that will calm the mind and sedate him, but he doesn't want to leave kaveh alone right now. not while he's so unstable. ]
Kaveh. [ he says the word sternly, but not unkindly. ] You need to calm down, just try to breathe for me, all right? Slowly. In through your nose, and out through your mouth.
[ tighnari knows full well that this is absolutely beyond him. kaveh needs help that he is not certified to give, but he must still do what he can. ]
Allowing yourself to feel the pain of his loss is important, and crucial to the healing process, but blaming yourself helps no one. Try to imagine it different. If I had told you this same story, about my father. Would you blame me?
Kaveh. [ he says the word sternly, but not unkindly. ] You need to calm down, just try to breathe for me, all right? Slowly. In through your nose, and out through your mouth.
[ tighnari knows full well that this is absolutely beyond him. kaveh needs help that he is not certified to give, but he must still do what he can. ]
Allowing yourself to feel the pain of his loss is important, and crucial to the healing process, but blaming yourself helps no one. Try to imagine it different. If I had told you this same story, about my father. Would you blame me?
I confess that I wasn't really feeling much like my normal cheery self after, so no.
[ Not that his normal self is actually that cheery... ]
...What do you propose?
[ Not that his normal self is actually that cheery... ]
...What do you propose?
[ He doesn't catch her raised brow— probably for the best, lest he feel guilty about worrying her. Thankfully for both of them, her subject change is smooth, and Kaveh finds himself laughing, shaking his head. Yes, he's well aware that she's been trying to find out what the so-called "youngsters" are into, a result of his own encounter with her questioning. But her findings make him shake his head. ]
Cats are wonderful creatures, but a good book is nothing to sneeze at either. On the other hand, I'd argue that balance is important, lest you turn out like certain people of mutual acquaintance. Perhaps you're asking scholars who are simply tired of being forced to pore through book after book for their theses?
[ A pause, and Kaveh tilts his head a little, curiosity written over his expression. ]
Madam Faruzan, is it too rude of me to ask why you have so many concerns about modernity? People respect you for your experiences, and I don't think anyone would judge you for not knowing something...
Cats are wonderful creatures, but a good book is nothing to sneeze at either. On the other hand, I'd argue that balance is important, lest you turn out like certain people of mutual acquaintance. Perhaps you're asking scholars who are simply tired of being forced to pore through book after book for their theses?
[ A pause, and Kaveh tilts his head a little, curiosity written over his expression. ]
Madam Faruzan, is it too rude of me to ask why you have so many concerns about modernity? People respect you for your experiences, and I don't think anyone would judge you for not knowing something...
I propose that we sing our hearts out! The more you sing, I'm more whatever troubles are in your thoughts will disappear!
Edited 2023-09-02 12:51 (UTC)
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