seasonsrpg | march catch-all.

[ oh. oh. alhaitham will feel kaveh smirk against his palm, because he definitely saw him start to crack. he knows he shouldn't push his luck, but he can't help but crave more, since it's so unusual to see him emote so blatantly like this. there are the small things, the subtle things, but most people don't notice those. kaveh does, of course, but that's only because they've not only known each other for a long time, but because they also spend so much time together. ]

Aggressively? [ rolls his eyes. ] Really? I think I'm being rather... tame. [ kaveh chuckles, but it's quick to taper, but w- wait what? ] Are you, are you serious? [ he lets his hand go and sits up. ] ... [ well, ok, perhaps it's not too farfetched an assumption to make given all the arguing they do, but... b- but... ]

[ kaveh averts his eyes as his face colors pink. ] That's not the least bit true.

[ Alhaitham is always serious, that's his secret- ]

[ He'll use that hand on Kaveh's cheek, hooking his thumb under his chin to turn his head back to facing Alhaitham. The gesture is forceful, not enough to hurt, but enough to definitely make him meet his eyes once more. SOMEONE decided to make this an extremely intimate encounter and he's not about to be the one to pull out of it without getting answers to the new questions he has in mind. ]

Which part, Kaveh?

[ oh shit. ]

[ mistakes were made.
he should have kept his mouth shut.
now what?!
he can't just... confess.
n- no. don't use that word.
there's nothing TO confess.
it's just the touch thing being a little too overwhelming.
yeah, yeah, he can work with that. ]

...ah, that one part. [ you know the one! ]

[ he laughs, feeling somewhat delirious, because of course alhaitham would find a way to turn the tables! and not only that, but he also can't lie to alhaitham when he's being made to look at him!! ]

I think you're right, Alhaitham, all of this touching has gone to my head. I'm, I'm not thinking clearly. [ not it's a lie, but it's not the truth either. ] But, c'mon, [ he should quit while he's ahead. he should quit while he's ahead. ] who wouldn't want to, right, ..?

[ Finally, finally, Alhaitham moves to stand up from his chair, which makes the space between them uncomfortably smaller since he gives Kaveh no room to really back up. Instead, he continues to use that hand on Kaveh's face to pull him up closer so he can see up close that infuriatingly smug smile form on Alhaitham's face while any other emotion has been very carefully tucked away for this brief moment. ]

What a shame, Kaveh. I was looking forward to your answer.

[ And then he's finally breaking the contact, both letting Kaveh go and stepping away to pick up the empty mug on the table and head for the kitchen. Definitely not escaping himself, trying to clear out that far-too-pleasant fog in his head and get a hold of reason before he was also swept away with... whatever that emotion was. ]

[ And before he and Kaveh did something either of them might regret later. That... was one of the last things Alhaitham would want to do. ]

You're right about it being energizing. I feel like going for a jog.

[ Says the man who absolutely does not go out for casual jogs. ]

[ kaveh swears he could expire on the spot. he feels like he's on fire, and the embers kindling in his gut only grow more and more intense the closer alhaitham draws. another laugh comes, but this one is a result of just how nervous he's become. he'd kick himself were he thinking straight, but the haze in his head is just too much. his eyes drop to alhaitham's lips momentarily. that stupid smug smile...! oh, how he'd love to kiss it right off his fa- wait a minute, n- no! nonononono. ]

[ he can't believe this conversation has taken all of these twists and turns. kaveh doesn't move to stop alhaitham from leaving for the kitchen, but he's tensed and poised as though he might try. another minute later and he's trailing after him. ] What do you mean? Were you hoping I would say something specific?

A... A jog?? What?! Now!! [ he shakes his head and reaches for him. ] No, absolutely not, you can't just... we're still in the middle of a conversation! [ he knows he's got nothing on alhaitham, and if he wanted to he could easily take his hand back, but kaveh's not going to give up that easily. ]

I... I, uhm, I think I'm starting to feel faint again. [ getting closer. kind of. ] And that means you can't leave.

[ Alhaitham was absolutely not about to go on a jog of any sort, but a walk to get himself some fresh air had been a consideration of his. Both he and Kaveh had been pretty clearly overcome with that foreign euphoric feeling and needed some time to get control over themselves again. ]

[ Except Kaveh was following him and getting right back into his personal space and now they were holding hands and that fluff was reentering his head. ]

[ If he didn't know any better he might think Kaveh was doing this on purpose because he'd gotten addicted to the sensation. ]

[ Knowing better meant he knew Kaveh was just being his impulsive, hot-headed self. ]

Was kissing my hand not enough touch for you? Or perhaps, is it that you're the one touching me, so I've been getting the majority of the energy created from this?

[ Please, he's trying so hard to keep his mind about him. ]

[ as soon as he’s gotten a hold of alhaitham’s hand, kaveh moves in closer, his grip tightening as a means of making it that much harder for him to break free. ] My answer! [ he blurts out suddenly. ] Don’t you want to hear it? [ a little late, sure, but he’s hoping it’s still enough to cull alhaitham’s curiosity, because he can’t think of anything else enticing enough to make him stay. ] Not you, but… me. Maybe I’ve dreamed about it.

[ kaveh doubts it matters who initiated the contact, but he could use this to his advantage. ] Maybe, but if it IS true, then you have to help me out. I did plenty for you, so… so now it’s your turn, it’s your turn to kiss me. [ it’s bold, sure, but he’s edging on desperate and he doesn’t care about anything but their shared contact and how mind numbingly great it feels. but, not only that, he also can’t sort through all of these complicated feelings on his own!!! ]

Alhaitham.

[ Well. It's official. ]

[ Kaveh is drunk/high on touch emotions. ]

[ And he's very much trying to drag Alhaitham over that cliff with him, akin to what a drunken Kaveh is like when he wants company in his inebriated state. That's his take on this entire situation, at least. ]

[ So, much like the way he normally treats a drunken Kaveh, Alhaitham has no issues at all using that held hand to raise up Kaveh's and force him back, against the nearest bare wall. Nowhere to run or hide or escape, not without calling Mehrak out to assist. He leans in close as well, to force Kaveh's attention on him and not wherever his mind is racing to in this state. ]

You can tell me your answer when you're sober, if you can work up the nerve to then.

[ It's awkwardly done, not like Alhaitham has a habit of doing this kind of thing, but he leans in to press a kiss against Kaveh's head, just over his eyebrow and just long enough that the other man can't make any complaints about it being too short or not firm enough to count as touch or whatever ridiculous counterarguments he might try to come up with. ]

Now pull yourself together.

[ kaveh doesn't know if all of this is a result of ellipsa's strange anchoring effects, but he's not going to admit that there's a chance it could be because of all of the repressed and buried feelings he has for alhaitham. it just has to be the former! since he's never felt quite this touch starved, and even the slightest bit of contact is enough to send him spiraling into something akin to a drunken stupor. ]

[ it feels so good, but a part of him wonders if any contact could provide him with these feelings... but that has him circling back to alhaitham and no! nope! not a chance! ]

[ but kaveh finds that it's hard to deny the possibility as alhaitham cages him in, erasing almost all of the space in between them. ] Ah-! [ he swears he can feel his heart beating in his ears, his cheeks heating up and coloring a deep, dark red. ] But I, a- and you, ... [ he should quit while he's ahead. ]

[ kaveh shuts his eyes and bites his lip, trying not to make a sound when alhaitham kisses him, but he's unsuccessful, and ends up mewling in frustration. he's doing this on purpose! he's being a tease to drive him insane! but he loves it as much as he hates it, so he finds himself grabbing at alhaitham's front to try to keep him from moving away. ]

Alright... [ and then he tugs him into a proper kiss, one fueled by tension and feelings and about half a dozen other things. ] All of you. I don't need to be sober to admit that. [ it's just easier to do so when he's high on touch fumes. ]

[ Is this pulling yourself together??? ]

[ Finding himself lip-to-lip with his roommate feels very much the opposite of that. ]

[ He's well aware that there is... something. Between himself and Kaveh. That neither of them address because it's paired with all sorts of complications built up over time, leading to this weird roommate-fighting-friend thing. And while addressing it is an inevitability, this isn't the way he wants to. He wants a clear, logical talk between them that will iron out all the wrinkles between them. ]

[ Romantic, he knows. ]

[ It's... nice, knowing that some part of Kaveh's subconcious had an interest in him, and it's very nice kissing him with this damn sensation enhancement that's affecting them both, so he hooks his arm around Kaveh's waist... ]

[ And promptly moves to throw the man up over one shoulder, intent on carrying him like a sack of potatoes in spite of the pleasant jolts that spikes through his arm and shoulder at the touch. ]

I'm putting you to bed. Or a cold shower. Your choice.

[ Truly, a romantic at work. ]

[

]

[ and kaveh is also acutely aware of the layers of unresolved tension between the two of them, because it's done nothing but build up since they became roommates. perhaps this wasn't the best time to take that triumphant step forward and attempt to sort things out, and by sort things out he, of course, means... make it even more of a mess. he sincerely doubts that sharing a touch with somebody else is going to make him feel like this and, ok, maybe he did get carried away, but- ]

-umf. H- Hey! Alhaitham!! [ kaveh beats on alhaitham's back for all the good it does. ] Put me down! Now!!

[ hang on a minute - HOLD UP. to bed, he says, ... ] Alright, fine~, put me to bed... but only if you're coming with me. [ COLD SHOWER IT IS. ]

Cold shower it is.

[ Sorry Kaveh for your earnest attempt and also terrible taste because Alhaitham Will No Longer Be Swayed in his task of getting Kaveh back in his right state of mind. He swaps directions from heading to Kaveh's bedroom and instead for the shower, keeping a firm arm across Kaveh's legs to keep him in place in case he starts adding kicks into his protests. ]

[ At least he doesn't just dump Kaveh on his ass into the shower, but he does set him down pretty abruptly, taking a slow breath of relief as the physical contact is broken and he can start feeling his head clearing immediately. He does still feel good, the aftereffects of that 'boost' lingering in his system, but the headache from dealing with the equivalent of a drunk Kaveh is
a whole other kind of tiring. ]

Come out after you've cooled your head.

[ kaveh should stop. a part of him knows that he should just! freaking!! stop!!!, but as soon as alhaitham sets him down he's stepping after him and reach out. ] Alhaitham wa- [ but his hand drops, his shoulders sag, and he ultimately ends up just sighing. ] Alright... [ he shuts the door once alhaitham steps out and runs the shower. he reluctantly cools his head, eventually returning in a bathrobe with his wet hair thrown up in a messy ponytail. ]

How are you feeling?

[ Alhaitham's easy to find, leaned against the wall opposite the bathroom as he is, a towel over one shoulder and a book in hand (because of course). He'd been more than ready to deal with a rowdy Kaveh ready to fight his way out of the bathroom, so it was a pleasant surprise that the other man had actually taken a shower as he'd told him to. ]

[ Snapping the book shut and tuck it away, he looks over Kaveh clinically. ]

Better. There was merit to your earlier information about energy levels.

How's your head now?

[ kaveh hums, ] ...it sure seems like it. [ a moment of hesitation and then he continues. ] It's a lot stronger than I imagined it would be.

[ he reaches to relieve alhaitham of the book, checking out the title. ] Better... [ kaveh echoes the sentiment. ] Are you going to take a shower now?

[ He seems to have moved on from a book about the Autumn segment to the Spring segment now. ]

It is. We'll have to experiment with what would be the optimal method for keeping our bodies taken care of.

[ When the book is out of his hands, Kaveh will find a towel unceremoniously dropped over his head, followed by Alhaitham's hands ruffling the towel against his hair. ]

Later. I wanted to verify your condition first.

[ experiment with… and our bodies… ]

[ he bites the inside of his cheek, giving alhaitham a tight lipped smile, because he’s killing him. what did he do to deserve this? ]

[ kaveh does get a little reprieve in the form of a towel being thrown over his head, something he’s thankful for, but only because it hides the color rising to his cheeks again. ] I’m fine, Alhaitham. [ he tries to knock his hands away, taking a moment right after to fix his hair. ]

Verify my condition? [ he arches a brow. ] And just how do you intend to do that, doctor?

[ Alhaitham's hands are pushed away without much force, but that also means by the team Kaveh pulls the towel off his head, he'll be face-to-sort-of-face with. Well. This. ]

I picked this up for your room. To remind you of Sumeru.

[ as soon as the towel is removed kaveh is leaning in... only to come face to face with that. he jumps back, sputtering some nonsense as his expression twists into what's probably the most offended he's ever been. ] ...you're joking, right, I wouldn't be caught dead decorating my room with, with that. [ he sets a hand to it and tries to push it away, because it's too ugly to be this close and its mere existence is slowly killing him. ]

Why on Teyvat would you think I would want that in my room? Or in this apartment? And who made that, they have dismal artistry and, sure, follow your dreams and all that, but now when this is the result...

[ Internally, there's some relief that the effects of their contact wasn't some sort of long-lasting or permanent chance, given how passionately Kaveh was reacting to the piece of decor he'd found. This was the Kaveh he was accustomed to. ]

[ Externally, he continues to hold a completely forced thoughtful expression, one Kaveh will undoubtedly recognize as Alhaitham being an ass. ]

It reminded me of the expressions you would make at the Akademiya.

[ asdfg. kaveh goes from aghast, to embarrassed, to full on angry. ] I made no such expressions! If you think that me and this, this… this abhorrent thing are similar in any! way!! then you need to get your head checked. [ he throws the towel over it and folds his arms, sidestepping alhaitham to go into the living room. ]

I don’t look like that hideous sculpture, he’s crazy, …

[ He'll take Kaveh angry over Kaveh out of his mind because of something he can't control. The reaction though... it's something he'll have to invest more research time into, given the way it seemed to affect them both so strongly. Was it because of the length of time they'd apparently gone without physical contact, or because of some factor that was unique to them, or was this simply what they would have to expect each time they came into contact with anyone? What a mess of variables to consider... ]

I thought the resemblance was uncanny.

[ His words are murmured, not particularly meant for Kaveh to overheard. He leaves him alone for the moment in fact, stepping into the bathroom to hang the towel to dry and replacing the statue in his room for future torment use. Unless Kaveh manages to find it and dispose of it before then. ]

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