Pan y latte de avellana

The auDACity of this man i s2tg (/affectionate)

And it breaks his heart.

You don’t need him, like he needs you. You can take care of yourself, co-exist with demons and angels with ease. His invitations for you to spend time with him, “in case you need a human to remind you of home” are mere facades for his ache to be loved by you. He loves you so much, and watches as you slip through his fingers into the hearts of others.

He never stood a chance, did he? A human competing for your heart against otherworldly beings. He watches quietly, a smile on his face as you fall in love with the suitor of your choosing.

And then he watches as you fall in love with them all over again.

He plays pretend for now. Solomon plays house with you, imagining that you’re his, as you look to him for help in the face of unfamiliarity.

He asks, he begs you to choose humanity when it comes to it.

Begs you to choose him.

Please, please choose him.

so you're telling me

that the name of the quest where kaveh and alhaitham talk is called pride and prejudice

the story where they start as ""enemies"" because elizabeth takes mr. darcy's inability to express his feelings as hatred?

AND THEY GET MARRIED IN THE END?

If there ever was anything remotely heterosexual about Alhaitham and Kaveh's cohabitation, it died on its ass with the key idle.

Just. Look at it.

There is so much going on here so allow me to break down how gay those two little pieces of metal are.

Alhaitham taking both keys by accident because they got tangled up.

Meaning they had to be in the same place.

Not even on key hangers or anything, but likely in some kind of fucking domestic little key bowl that you only get when you don't fucking care who takes whose keys.

Alhaitham's key being the silver one while Kaveh's is gold.

Meaning this was not a key Alhaitham just *owned* previously in case he misplaced the first or something.

No. This man went to the locksmith's when Kaveh moved in and fucking commissioned a new key in a Kaveh kind of color.

Like if he'd just come back with a pair of rings that would have been less embarrassing.