𝑨𝑳𝑯𝑨𝑰𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑴.

I stayed these years in my hovel because of you. I taught myself languages because of you. I made my body strong because I thought you might be pleased by a strong body. I lived my life with only the prayer that some sudden dawn you might glance in my direction.

It may be his fault but right now he's blissfully ignorant about Kaveh's fate.
Plus worried sick.

He's been asking around all his acquaintances and no one knows his whereabouts.

No he's not fine. Kaveh has been missing for three days already with no news.

If I wanted a chair I'd be already sitting in one. I'm fine as I am, thanks.

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  ⠀𝓶𝘰𝘰𝘯͟𝒄𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳ᅠ
𝓽𝘩𝘢𝘵͟ 𝒆𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥ᅠ
𝓽𝒉𝒆ᅠ 𝓷𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦ᅠ.ᅠ❀

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Huh. It's already dinnertime and his senior isn't back home yet.

... should he...?

Nah. He's been away from home for days.

BUT.

He usually told him if he was going out somewhere or visiting a friend. Not like this.

Whatever. That's his problem.

The house is so silent, it feels weird.

Huh.

#GIRP
Kyryll Chudomirovich Flins ... But you may call me Flins.

"you'll need help handling all the explaining." He finished, looking down. "Let me do that for you while you go around doing all that 'talking and networking' you like so much."

But what Kaveh said hurted him a little.

"She's barely been out of her own chambers, the world is strange for her, and you..." He stops there before dunking himself in the mud again. 𝑠𝑜 𝑛𝑎𝑖𝑣𝑒, 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑢𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒. So beautifully pure of heart. »

"No." He replied almost instantly, blinking once. Then lowered his eyes to the floor, frowning.

"I don't think it's wise to go there alone with our dendro archon. I don't want her to get in trouble."
Sure, using Nahida as replacement for Kaveh works wonders if he wants to voice his true feelings.»

cover the architect with it, tucking him nicely before walking out of the house to run one more errand before the headache forces him to lie down.
The house is deadly silent now, only the chirping of the birds can be heard.

hair with a caress from the back of his hand. He stops to stare a little longer, his finger lingering on the line of the man's jaw. Then retires his hand. That's enough physical contact for today.

He took Kaveh's shoes off, walking outside to pick up the blanket that drapes his couch to »

position.
He stood there, watching Kaveh sleep so soundly, both hands on his hips. The headache was making his vision blurry, stopping to rub the back of his hand on his temple.

Sighs.

"I'll never understand why you want to complicate your own life so much..." The scribe murmured, fixing Kaveh's »

Besides, people most of the time are too busy minding their own business to notice anything in their surroundings. That's something Alhaitham knows best.

Making his way into Kaveh's room, he carefully transfered him from his back to the bed, turning him to settle his body in a comfortable »

How he managed to open the door of the house with Kaveh on his back will remain a mystery forever, but they are inside now, far from prying eyes.

Not that he cares much about being seen with Kaveh on his back, the blood and bandages give enough of an answer to anyone with a curious eye. »

So, sheer and linens?

😐

He is NOT wearing a costume.

#ooc: LOUD WHINING

ticklish feeling that the duster left on his nose.
Actually, he's scratching it.

"I don't think it'd be responsible of me to leave you alone."

Alright that IS clicking his gears in the right direction.
Letting Kaveh go to a party? With lots of strangers? ALONE? In another nation?

"And you would make the Akademiya look like we're a bunch of drunkards with unrealistic ideals." Alhaitham retorts after hissing from the little »

Dread.

thought of getting lost in whatever random project in the desert, but then remembered that Nahida would know where he is once he laid his head down to sleep.

Which was irritating, truly. He had never felt so... observed.

"Come on Kaveh, it's just this one time—" He's talking way too fast, the words are starting to meld together.
Funny that the ever collected and logical one in the house is acting so unstable right this moment.

"She can track me through dreams. There's no other way."

And yes, he had already »

Well, imagine how upset he is to be reminded of the damn title. He doesn't want it, doesn't want the trouble associated with it.

"I need you to hit me really hard in the face."

He suddenly got up, getting close to Kaveh.

Alhaitham needed a few seconds to register and find meaning to Kaveh's words before he could finally grasp the situation.
Slowly raised his head up to stare at Kaveh... well, the clump or hair near his eyes.

"You're coming to this gathering too?"

breath and not yell at Kaveh.

A second after he pulls a piece of paper from between the books he had thrown haphazardly on the coffee table and set it on the top, leaving it there as if it burned on his fingers.