it's not unusual for the architect to find alhaitham in the throes of work at all odd hours these days - acting grand sage a role that dictated fulfillments in a way that he couldn't possibly understand. still, where they had once regularly seen each other - their encounters had dwindled (for kaveh's schedule was as regular as the forest rains), and when they did cross paths - alhaitham looked two steps away from dropping dead on their floor.
annoyances that would usually find him in the presence of alhaitham's mess are distinctly absent lately - if only because he's pretty sure he watched alhaitham fall asleep in his pudding the other day and even kaveh has a heart. it's really no surprise when he finds him here - slumped over the desk in his office at their home, with the candles burning low and the shutters drawn tight. he'd come in intent on raising hell (his keys. gone. again), but the way the scholar lay slumped upon parchment, ink well gone dry and tomes scattered about him...
kaveh sighs, long fingertips dipping gently over the younger's spine as he approaches. the touch is painstakingly gentle, and he debates simply covering alhaitham with a blanket and leaving him here, but he's too tall, the position is surely uncomfortable. so downwards he leans, cool lips pressing supplicant to the other's temple with a gentle murmur near his ear pieces.
" haitham. " dulcet tones, soft and sweet, a rare display from a man who usually would wake him by twisting a nipple or pinching his cheek. his palm spreads wide over his back, rubbing gently now to coerce him to wakefulness. " wake up. your bed is a much better spot for this, hm? "
The akademiya was nothing but a recital of dictums from the mouths of those who claimed altruism impelled their motives. truly, they were nothing less than acquisitive, donning the guise of humanitarianism as if it were a well liked trait. his preference for working in solitude had been unabating but for the time being, the scribe had ascended from his favored reticence into a seat of far greater influence and in turn, demand.ย
It was enervating, inspecting the documents, elegant scrawl in response to letters of request; perseverance as dusk waned to darkness, the candles undulating softly. the hours were often lost between moments of stolen respite and gracile fingers pursing a quill to the well of sable ink and combating all that inundated the once burnished karmaphala in its white, arbitrary anarchy.
such was the condemnation that tethered to the title, transient, or otherwise. an evening of solitude, mellifluous symphonies of tranquility lulled him into a fleeting slumber; his ever raucous roommate was absent, a preferable recourse if he were to be candid. the strident clashing of tool upon metal, or the rustling of his ever present myriad of scrolls would do little to appease the tension rousing behind his eyes.
he was a fool to believe his serenity would be conserved. yet there was no strident reprimand, nor did kavehโs stalk through the halls with his ever irate footfalls. In this moment, perhaps of a dreamscape rather than reality; was he gentle - considerate.
a solitary eye opens, lashes scarcely caress his cheek, heโs not particularly interested in rousing.ย โย if i am dreaming -ย i would prefer not to wake.โย he muttered, pressing his face into the arch of kavehโs throat.ย
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