[ He's so busy being content that he almost misses the look on Alhaitham's faceβ but when he spies it, everything screeches to a hold both physically and mentally, the blonde's fingers stilling against the scribe's chest as he pushes himself slightly up and back from the other man. ]
What's wrong? [ he asks, right as Alhaitham says something about being distracted, and he finds a smile on his lips again, a softening of his expression as his hand lifts to cup the other man's cheek instead.
The scribe is... embarrassed? Ashamed? Something like thatβ
But he's not about to accuse him of that fact, and so instead he skims his thumb over the other's lower lip once more, red eyes soft, gaze tender. ]
no subject
What's wrong? [ he asks, right as Alhaitham says something about being distracted, and he finds a smile on his lips again, a softening of his expression as his hand lifts to cup the other man's cheek instead.
The scribe is... embarrassed? Ashamed? Something like thatβ
But he's not about to accuse him of that fact, and so instead he skims his thumb over the other's lower lip once more, red eyes soft, gaze tender. ]
Talk to me.