[ Of all the many configurations in which they have found themselves over the years, this one is new enough that Kaveh is left without any possible idea of how to handle it. Not that conscious thought is much of a concern at this juncture anyway; he feels like softened clay, practically melting into the warmth of Alhaitham's touch, allowing the other to position him as he sees fit.
The sound is followed by another, and still one more, a litany of sounds in varying volumes and tones sung into the scribe's skin in tune with the loosening knots, the relaxation of muscles he didn't know were even tensed. ]
I do not, [ is the answer given between those sounds, an argument returned with the single shred of awareness he has available to him. Gone though is the usual haughtiness in his response, replaced with a drowsy contentedness that takes all the bite from his words. ] This hasβ mmβ nothing to do with any of that.
[ It's far from a good argument, but it's all Kaveh has available to him right at this moment. ]
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The sound is followed by another, and still one more, a litany of sounds in varying volumes and tones sung into the scribe's skin in tune with the loosening knots, the relaxation of muscles he didn't know were even tensed. ]
I do not, [ is the answer given between those sounds, an argument returned with the single shred of awareness he has available to him. Gone though is the usual haughtiness in his response, replaced with a drowsy contentedness that takes all the bite from his words. ] This hasβ mmβ nothing to do with any of that.
[ It's far from a good argument, but it's all Kaveh has available to him right at this moment. ]
Archons... how did you get so good at this?