[This particular message comes on one fine day where there is nothing to suggest that things are going to go Wrong.]
not cuming back tonght
not cuming back tonght
[Alhaitham texting him is a little weird but not cause for alarm. Alhaitham saying he's not coming back is also not inherently alarming.
Alhaitham made a typo. Alhaitham made a typo. We're at Defcon 1 Definitely Time to Panic.]
what did you do. are you injured. did you hit your head. are you dying.
Alhaitham made a typo. Alhaitham made a typo. We're at Defcon 1 Definitely Time to Panic.]
what did you do. are you injured. did you hit your head. are you dying.
[The response takes a while to get back.]
nnotdyingh
nnotdyingh
you can barely type, what happened to you?
Where are you?
Where are you?
[Another considerable wait before a response.]
apartment.
[Then, a second one right after.]
dont come over
apartment.
[Then, a second one right after.]
dont come over
you're full of shit.
[which is his way of telling alhaitham he went out the door to go find his apartment the second he got the message. Oh archons.]
[which is his way of telling alhaitham he went out the door to go find his apartment the second he got the message. Oh archons.]
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indispensable
2024-01-14 01:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[...yeah Alhaitham had more or less expected that the moment he'd sent that message. Which he immediately regretted, for the record, but focusing on anything at the moment is... exceedingly hard, for a variety of reasons.
Still, what's done is done, so at this point Alhaitham can only resign himself to the consequences of his mistakes.
When Kaveh arrives he'll find that the door to Alhaitham's (unused) apartment isn't even locked, which probably says a lot about whatever Alhaitham has gotten himself into. Stepping in also shows that the entire place is more or less untouched save for Alhaitham's boots being carelessly tossed aside—yet another indication of his status.
But given how small these apartments are, it only takes a few steps to find the man himself, who has curled himself up on the couch, his cape and various other accessories scattered onto the ground close by (save for his earpieces, which have managed to be placed onto the coffee table).]
Still, what's done is done, so at this point Alhaitham can only resign himself to the consequences of his mistakes.
When Kaveh arrives he'll find that the door to Alhaitham's (unused) apartment isn't even locked, which probably says a lot about whatever Alhaitham has gotten himself into. Stepping in also shows that the entire place is more or less untouched save for Alhaitham's boots being carelessly tossed aside—yet another indication of his status.
But given how small these apartments are, it only takes a few steps to find the man himself, who has curled himself up on the couch, his cape and various other accessories scattered onto the ground close by (save for his earpieces, which have managed to be placed onto the coffee table).]
[It's this carelessness that's most concerning--Alhaitham's not a tidy man, but he's not careless, so this level of disarray is alarming.
Kaveh had brought his infinite coffee mug and the first aid kit, both of which he sets on the counter after closing and locking the front door behind him. He can't see any obvious injuries...oh. He wishes Tighnari was here, he'd be able to figure out what was wrong and tear Alhaitham a new asshole for not seeking medical attention...]
Alhaitham...?
Kaveh had brought his infinite coffee mug and the first aid kit, both of which he sets on the counter after closing and locking the front door behind him. He can't see any obvious injuries...oh. He wishes Tighnari was here, he'd be able to figure out what was wrong and tear Alhaitham a new asshole for not seeking medical attention...]
Alhaitham...?
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indispensable
2024-01-14 01:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[There's a sharp inhale from Alhaitham the moment he hears Kaveh's voice, followed by a terse pause, and when he finally speaks his voice is notably hoarse and strained.]
Told you not to come.
[He knows its useless at this point, but he isn't going to just let it slide either. Kaveh has always been terrible at listening to the things that matter.]
Told you not to come.
[He knows its useless at this point, but he isn't going to just let it slide either. Kaveh has always been terrible at listening to the things that matter.]
Since when do I listen to what you tell me?
[Kaveh snorts, but he's coming over to crouch by the couch. Not injured...is he sick? Naturally, he should check if Alhaitham has a fever...There's no reason touching his forehead should go wrong.]
What even happened to you?
[Kaveh snorts, but he's coming over to crouch by the couch. Not injured...is he sick? Naturally, he should check if Alhaitham has a fever...There's no reason touching his forehead should go wrong.]
What even happened to you?
[Alhaitham flinches the moment he feels Kaveh's hand on his skin, the coolness of his palm sending a shock through his far too heated body. He manages not to make any sort of sound, but it is a very, very close call.]
Nothing— [Pauses for a second to swallow audibly. Archons, his mouth is so dry. His body is so hot. Kaveh needs to get the fuck out of here before this situation deteriorates even further.] —nothing life-threatening. Now leave.
[Of course, now that Kaveh is right next to him he'll be able to see that Alhaitham has curled himself up fairly tightly... and that the arm that he isn't currently lying on is holding onto his knee harshly enough for his knuckles to turn white, as if its taking all of his strength right now to keep himself in place.
His pants also might be oddly loose, as if they'd already been undone, just not taken off.]
Nothing— [Pauses for a second to swallow audibly. Archons, his mouth is so dry. His body is so hot. Kaveh needs to get the fuck out of here before this situation deteriorates even further.] —nothing life-threatening. Now leave.
[Of course, now that Kaveh is right next to him he'll be able to see that Alhaitham has curled himself up fairly tightly... and that the arm that he isn't currently lying on is holding onto his knee harshly enough for his knuckles to turn white, as if its taking all of his strength right now to keep himself in place.
His pants also might be oddly loose, as if they'd already been undone, just not taken off.]
Edited 2024-01-14 13:44 (UTC)
Nothing life threatening? But you're burning up...
[He frowns in concern. Alhaitham never flinches. He scans over him, lips pursed, trying to make this make sense...]
Did you get poisoned somehow?
[...well, technically speaking, yes...]
[He frowns in concern. Alhaitham never flinches. He scans over him, lips pursed, trying to make this make sense...]
Did you get poisoned somehow?
[...well, technically speaking, yes...]
Edited 2024-01-14 13:45 (UTC)
[Alhaitham could say yes here, because it is indeed not wrong, but it'd just give Kaveh even more reasons to do his worrying and fretting and fussing—and its not that Alhaitham is against that, it is just. Not really going to help him in this situation.
But he's far too compromised right now to think of any other excuse that might work, so he will have to settle.]
Yes. [Ugh, what else can he say here...] It is... contagious, so you need to— [Another pause, another heavy swallow.] —to leave. Before it gets onto you.
[...there's probably a far better excuse he could've made up but. Compromised. Thinking is not really in his forte right now and he's kind of really hating it.]
But he's far too compromised right now to think of any other excuse that might work, so he will have to settle.]
Yes. [Ugh, what else can he say here...] It is... contagious, so you need to— [Another pause, another heavy swallow.] —to leave. Before it gets onto you.
[...there's probably a far better excuse he could've made up but. Compromised. Thinking is not really in his forte right now and he's kind of really hating it.]
A poison that's...contagious. Alhaitham, that's not--
[Kaveh's leaned forward a little, trying to get Alhaitham's wrist to check his pulse. Which means his hand is right there by Alhaitham's knee.]
[Kaveh's leaned forward a little, trying to get Alhaitham's wrist to check his pulse. Which means his hand is right there by Alhaitham's knee.]
[The moment Kaveh grabs his wrist Alhaitham lets out a strangled sort of noise, and the entire couch jerks a little because Alhaitham's whole body has spasmed when he'd trued to fight back the way his hips have decided to jerk in response. His pants, already undone, get rumpled up even more, which reveals—
—a very hard and very prominent problem, purpling at the head and throbbing right between his legs.]
—a very hard and very prominent problem, purpling at the head and throbbing right between his legs.]
action; not ever. anyway gonna slap a mild nsfw warning on here now
empyrean_mirror
2024-01-14 02:04 pm (UTC)(link)
--Hah?!
[Kaveh has frozen in place, initially concerned he'd caused Alhaitham some pain but, well.
Well
That's not a response to poison, Alhaitham.]
What--what?
[Kaveh has frozen in place, initially concerned he'd caused Alhaitham some pain but, well.
Well
That's not a response to poison, Alhaitham.]
What--what?
action; turn away little children the men are kissing (later)
indispensable
2024-01-14 02:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[Well now that Kaveh has seen it the cat's pretty much out of the bag. Alhaitham groans in a mix of various frustrations, deeply regretting the fact that he'd messaged Kaveh at all. All of this could've been avoided if he didn't have such a lapse in judgement.]
Now you see why I wanted you to leave. [He grunts out as he bats Kaveh's hand away and uncurls, stretching back out since there's no real reason to hide his issue any longer.] We can— [Pause, deep breath, continues.] ——we can talk about this later.
Now you see why I wanted you to leave. [He grunts out as he bats Kaveh's hand away and uncurls, stretching back out since there's no real reason to hide his issue any longer.] We can— [Pause, deep breath, continues.] ——we can talk about this later.
Talk about it--?!
[Kaveh puffs up a little, and then pinches the bridge of his nose.] No. No. You're going to explain to me how the fuck this happened, that--
[He gestures at the turgid problem at hand.] --Is not normal. What did you do?
[Kaveh puffs up a little, and then pinches the bridge of his nose.] No. No. You're going to explain to me how the fuck this happened, that--
[He gestures at the turgid problem at hand.] --Is not normal. What did you do?
[Have a very displeased scowl, Kaveh.]
I said, later. Now will you please leave.
[Is it too much to ask for some peace and privacy so he can just deal with this and they'll never have to speak about it again.]
I said, later. Now will you please leave.
[Is it too much to ask for some peace and privacy so he can just deal with this and they'll never have to speak about it again.]
To what, leave you to handle it alone? That seemed like it was going so well for you.
[Sometimes Kaveh says things that don't quite catch up to him until it's far too late.]
[Sometimes Kaveh says things that don't quite catch up to him until it's far too late.]
Edited 2024-01-14 14:27 (UTC)
[A faint huff of disbelief.]
What, are you planning to offer your help? [He's trying to keep the bite out of his voice but Archons its hard not to when Kaveh continues to be endlessly stubborn and frustrating.] As you've so kindly pointed out before, you don't exactly have any rent to pay me here.
[And has that not been the only reason as to why their previous arrangement exists? The only time Kaveh is willing to touch him in that manner? Now that they're here that reason no longer holds any water, and so Alhaitham has never brought it up—until now, that is.]
What, are you planning to offer your help? [He's trying to keep the bite out of his voice but Archons its hard not to when Kaveh continues to be endlessly stubborn and frustrating.] As you've so kindly pointed out before, you don't exactly have any rent to pay me here.
[And has that not been the only reason as to why their previous arrangement exists? The only time Kaveh is willing to touch him in that manner? Now that they're here that reason no longer holds any water, and so Alhaitham has never brought it up—until now, that is.]
Edited 2024-01-14 14:33 (UTC)
[Kaveh almost flinches. of course he'd bring up the 'rent'. It's a hurt of Kaveh's own making, but that doesn't make it sting any less. How can someone so smart believe in something so flimsy?
Why must he be honest with Alhaitham? With himself?
It won't be today.
Kaveh stares for a while in silence, swallowing down the hurt the same way he does every time they've ever done this, and searches for a way around this man's stupid pride.]
I don't, but you do, don't you?
Why must he be honest with Alhaitham? With himself?
It won't be today.
Kaveh stares for a while in silence, swallowing down the hurt the same way he does every time they've ever done this, and searches for a way around this man's stupid pride.]
I don't, but you do, don't you?
[A confused expression comes over Alhaitham's face at first upon hearing those words, but it clicks soon enough, and that same confusion changes into a vague semblance of incredulousness.]
Why would I have to pay rent when I could just— [Alhaitham cuts himself off with a groan this time, and he shifts the lower half of his body in a futile bid to get some form of relief. The issue between his legs is getting harder and harder to ignore with every passing second (pun fully intended).] —hah, move out and live here instead?
[Even as he says that though Alhaitham knows that its an empty threat at best. He can't bring himself to leave Kaveh alone again. He wants every possible reason he can have to remain in Kaveh's life here now that there is none of the usual things that they have both always known.]
Why would I have to pay rent when I could just— [Alhaitham cuts himself off with a groan this time, and he shifts the lower half of his body in a futile bid to get some form of relief. The issue between his legs is getting harder and harder to ignore with every passing second (pun fully intended).] —hah, move out and live here instead?
[Even as he says that though Alhaitham knows that its an empty threat at best. He can't bring himself to leave Kaveh alone again. He wants every possible reason he can have to remain in Kaveh's life here now that there is none of the usual things that they have both always known.]
But you won't.
[For once, Kaveh doesn't have a problem calling Alhaitham out on this, and he reaches out again, pressing his palm over Alhaitham's chest. He's starting to see how he reacts to touch but his chest, at least, is less forward than his...other option.]
Either swallow your pride and let me help, or pay me your rent, Alhaitham.
[For once, Kaveh doesn't have a problem calling Alhaitham out on this, and he reaches out again, pressing his palm over Alhaitham's chest. He's starting to see how he reacts to touch but his chest, at least, is less forward than his...other option.]
Either swallow your pride and let me help, or pay me your rent, Alhaitham.
[For what it's worth Alhaitham barely reacts to being called out like that. What he does react to, however, is the feel of Kaveh's hand right on his chest, and try as he might there is no way to stop the way his breath hitches at that blessedly cool touch to his now burning skin.
How long has it been since the last time they did this? His brain is too muddled to remember at this point. All he knows is that it's been long enough. Long enough for him to want, and the potion that burns through his veins has long shredded through any last bit of resistance he has to denying himself any further.
There is no warning then, to the way Alhaitham shoots his hand over to grab Kaveh by the front of his shirt, gripping tightly enough for his hand to tremble as he drags Kaveh down for a kiss that he deepens the very first chance he gets, devouring Kaveh's mouth with a hunger that makes no attempt to hide how much he wants this.]
How long has it been since the last time they did this? His brain is too muddled to remember at this point. All he knows is that it's been long enough. Long enough for him to want, and the potion that burns through his veins has long shredded through any last bit of resistance he has to denying himself any further.
There is no warning then, to the way Alhaitham shoots his hand over to grab Kaveh by the front of his shirt, gripping tightly enough for his hand to tremble as he drags Kaveh down for a kiss that he deepens the very first chance he gets, devouring Kaveh's mouth with a hunger that makes no attempt to hide how much he wants this.]
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