You Love Him Ever So Deadly | ×Alhaitham x Kaveh× |

✦ 4 ✦ Bygone Memories Tainted By The Sand

"Scribe Alhaitham..."

The student muttered. The paper in their hands rippled at their fists clenching the material, its words written down neatly becoming slightly scrambled. "May I be so bold  to incline..." They brought their head up from the pale white sheet and met with Alhaithams.

"Are you perhaps... Married?"

The man, sitting on the throne of his office, raised an eyebrow at the latter. "Outlandish statement. What's the reasoning?" He questioned, even though his attention wasn't shifted from a pile of paperwork on his table.

"This... Entry. It's overwhelmingly romantic. Not that there's a problem with it! It's just..." The student shuddered. Their grip upon the paper was sure enough to leave unaesthetic wrinkles, but their quivering posture seemed to indicate they couldn't care less for it.

To their dismay, Alhaitham shook his head, setting his own paperwork aside and picking up a separate lot to inspect. "You've mistaken. I was merely describing my day-to-day schedule with my roommate. Nothing more." He explained himself like it was nothing, even if it appeared as a confession.

The latter sighed. "Are you... Certain? Cause this writing I would only expect from a married man of... A decade, at least." Their voice, still unsure, was riddled with mutters and sighs. Though they didn't dare to oppose Alhaitham, they were sure brave to question his motivations.

Alhaitham chimed into their train of thought. "If the entry is dissatisfactory, then maybe you don't need one to begin with." He added in the most nonchalant tone, immediately placing a seed of panic in the student's nerves.

"No, of course not!" They trembled, folding the paper in half twice, making it easy to stuff it into their pocket. "I thank you for your contribution. I hope it's not a problem if I hang this on the billboard next to our advertisement?"  They requested, all while profusely bowing to the superior.

Alhaitham, never paying not a single piece of his mind to the student, nodded. A fateful, yet menial sign of approval escaped past his lips. "Do as you please."

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"... Do you have something to say?" Kaveh muttered with a mouthful of Selva salad stuffed into his cheeks. His back was turned towards the dining table, legs comfortably crossed on the authentic leather sofa he wouldn't have the funds to afford.

Alhaitham, seated at the end of the table with a half-empty dish of his own, shook his head. "Not particularly. What makes you question me?" He spoke up as his fork struggled to gather a bite from the plate.

"You've been glancing in my  direction for ten minutes now." The blonde responded in a louder murmur, as if eating as much as he could save him from a head-on conversation with his supposed roommate.

And it was a keen observation. Though the food Alhaitham was provided with was immaculate, every now and then he'd throw a glance toward the senior. "Eating dinner on the sofa just strikes me as improper." He excused himself, though it was all a conventional ruse to hide his observations.

Kavehs face had become increasingly pale, his physique hunched and exhausted by the minute, as though a wilting Padishara under a shade. Even the carelessly hidden bruises under his drapes failed to consistently heal, maintaining permanent marks on his silky smooth.

The blonde scoffed. "It's comfortable." He managed to say, before a bit of the salad tickled his throat, resulting in a coughing fit. He held onto the plate for his dear life, hitting his chest to get the piece out. All a comedic sight to Alhaitham, really. Knowing that his decision to sit so far was an excuse to not face him.