#even dehya agrees

"So, are you going to stand there staring at me like that all day, or -? Would you prefer to kiss me and get it out of our your system so we can get back on track?"

( Alhaitham being a dick to Dehya, HE'S BEING AN ASSHOLE, and yet AND YET- alhaitham why that huh??? WHY SAY THAT?? )

unprompted. || always accepting

─「ديهيا」─  there was something about him that had caught her attention, something that made it rather difficult for her to tear her eyes away whenever his presence was near. it wasn’t like she was the type to be so easily intrigued by someone, yet, the battle prowess along with his display of knowledge and strategy had proved to benefit SUMERU as a whole no matter how many times he had her rolling her eyes whenever he opened his mouth.

                back to the wall, her gaze found itself upon his very movement and he was aware of it, judging by the way his own hues made contact with hers. arms crossed over her chest, until the SILENCE was broken by his voice and once again, he had proved to be more attractive should he kept his mouth shut.

                the mercenary said nothing, even after he made such a blatant claim and only blinked silently. a few wordless moments passed by them before she finally pushed herself off the wall, and CALMLY walked over towards the man. her steps were sturdy, like a warrior that she was. gauntlet digits reached out to GRAB at his cloak before pulling him down, their lips barely a breath from one another —

                — but they did not touch.

                “ if you want to kiss me, do it yourself. don’t expect me to do the work for you. ” voice uttered barely above a whisper, in a way that it felt like warm breath spilling over their almost touch lips. they were SO CLOSE, so close that they were able to feel each other’s breath with their eyes clashing in such close proximity. if it were anyone else, perhaps the SOUND OF HEARTBEATS between them would’ve been more obvious. yet, they were the scribe and flame-mane. being in control of their own rhythm was second nature to them.

                head canted, lips pulled into a knowing smile as her grip upon his cloth tightened just slightly.