[Alhaitham breathes deep, his chest rising gently, lowering slowly. It's silly, to be surprised at the fact that Kaveh wants to kiss him, even in his slightly drunken state. They've been circling around each other for so long, but Alhaitham knows how Kaveh works, how his insecurity weaves itself around him. To try to be soothing always holds risk.
The Scribe purses his lips against the thumb, at least getting something about it with a kiss on the pad. Perhaps it's opportunistic to use the loophole of their agreement, but he's willful, too.]
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The Scribe purses his lips against the thumb, at least getting something about it with a kiss on the pad. Perhaps it's opportunistic to use the loophole of their agreement, but he's willful, too.]
I'm thankful for that day in the House of Daena.