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

✦ 11 ✦ Become The Poison And The Cure

 "You love me, don't you?"

Kaveh placed the sunsettias onto the tabletop. One of them tried to roll off before his palm kept it in place. He then reached for the other items stuffed hastily in the bag, all of them finding a spot on the countertop made of brightwood. His body moved replicating that of a deep sigh, yet no word interrupted his silence.

Alhaitham grew restless as he took a few steps forward, the floorboards creaking at his movement. However, the sudden sound didn't phase Kaveh, or rather, the back of Kaveh the scribe saw.

He placed a bottle of fermented Monstadt wine before folding the bag in neat, symmetrical squares. Once all of his tasks were done and dusted and the bag was disregarded to the side, his voice caressed Alhaitham's hearing, serving as a desperate gulp for fresh air after drowning in muddy waters. "I did. But that was a while ago."

"I see." Alhaitham shot back. Even though they both uttered merely empty sentences to a question that seemed life or death, neither intended to add more. To Alhaitham's knowledge, even the most ferocious of predators bore only roars but had no need to strike.

"Is that why you've been acting so odd, Haitham?" Kaveh turned his face towards him and, truthfully, he no longer had his youthful spark. It had matured and shifted beyond recognition. His eyes no longer had a flame with which he'd ignite a smile on Alhaitham's face back in the Akademiya and his lips bore no empathy. Only as a polite gesture had the edges of his mouth twisted into a smile.

But Alhaitham didn't buy it.

Like an invasive weed blooming its petals in lush gardens, the vision of Kaveh's weak, helpless voice muttering lovely confessions while holding onto Alhaitham plagued his mind. Never before could he recall feeling so enchanted by his whispers, completely locked onto him without a way to mute his words. Yet now, he saw nothing but a falsified mask, a calculated act to maintain a show of control, even though he knew there was no way to go back.

"Alhaitham."

His name said by Kaveh felt like a soothing cold wind against a gaping wound.

"Alhaitham, the groceries."

He had already forgotten the weight in his hand, even though the fabric handles left red bruises on his fingertips. He was chained by his own immaturity, with his only means of release spouting lies from his perfect rosy lips. Suddenly, defying all morality, he dropped the bag on the floor, his steps hasty and rapid, eyes locked on a single target: Kaveh.

Against his own wishes, he felt his arms reach forward and find a place on the blonde's shoulders, gripping them with his fingers. He pulled the tense body closer, all images in his vision going black, and in a split second, their heads collided.

Like a dream, all of his thoughts, aching and screaming to be released from his lips, went stale, dying like a moth shocked by the overwhelming heat of a flame. But instead of the warm breathing intertwining on his lips and the sweet scent of Kaveh under his nose, he felt nothing but a cold surface stop him in his path.

His eyes parted, adjusting to the blinding sun which was now peaking into the room. Kaveh had covered his mouth, crossing his palms outward and sealing his lips away from Alhaitham.

"What are you doing..?"

Pure horror slashed Alhaitham's mind as the eyes of the blonde looked at him with nothing but complete confusion. Those striking eyes, those trishiraite reds avoided his the moment the scribe pulled his head back. His hands still remained gripping onto the man's shoulders, feeling his body tremble.

He parted his mouth, but no words left it. "I didn't-" He tried to mutter, but was immediately muted by Kaveh's body squirming in his place, trying to fight the man's hands off of him in the most discreet way possible.