seasonsrpg | march catch-all.

[ 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. ]

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[ 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. ]

[ as kaveh is leaving he hears alhaitham mumble something! and though he doesn’t know just what he said he doesn’t need to, because it’s no doubt something meant to get on his nerves. he huffs, shooting him a quick look over his shoulder before dropping unceremoniously onto the couch. he leans over yo the table to grab a sketchbook, summoning mehrak over. his briefcase hovers over his shoulder, tipping forward to peer down at the comic panels he’s setting up. ]

[ Statue secured. ]

[ Now he can head back into the living room to check on Kaveh once more, making an idle note in his head to contact Tighnari within the next day. No doubt the other man has already investigated into this phenomenom, so Alhaitham was interested in comparing his results against what he and Kaveh had apparently experienced. ]

[ Walking behind the couch Kaveh has fully claimed, he leans over the side of it to peer down with mild interest at whatever he'd taken to. Seems like he bounced back fast. ]

Bringing work home already?

[ for NOW. ]

[ as soon as alhaitham leaves to go be boring at the library or something kaveh is going to take that ugly eyesore and throw it off the nearest cliff side. ]

[ kaveh feels alhaitham's presence, so he stops what he's doing and turns his head to stare at him, because, really, he thought he was trying to avoid getting too close... and yet here he is!!! ]

I'm working on something with the Traveler. She told me about comics, or books with pictures, so I hardly think you'll be interested. [ but alhaitham can see that he's scribbled the idea lumine presented to him in the margin. ] She came up with an idea for one, so I thought I would start sketching it.

Books with pictures isn't a novel concept, Kaveh, but I'm not surprised you've never come across one before.

[ Curiosity satisfied for now, he steps back, moving over to the bookshelf in the room to replace the Autumn book he'd been reading earlier and taking a new one off it. ]

Having a creative outlet would be good for you.

...a book made up entirely of pictures, Alhaitham. [ mumbles something about how he knows that books with pictures exist. ] What is that supposed to mean? I'm an architect, creativity IS my outlet. [ snaps the sketchbook shut and turns onto his side, leering across the room at him. ]

[ His attention seems on the cover of the book in hand, a part of Alhaitham's thoughts busy considering whether he should also take the Winter book with him to read as well. ]

So there would be no text whatsoever? That's impressive.

And you seem to be so fond of telling stories about me when I'm not around, it seemed like you could use an outlet for that specifically. Though I ask you refrain from using my likeness in this regard without consent.

[ kaveh's gaze narrows as he just kind of... gives up on explaining the idea. alhaitham is doing this on purpose. ]

I-! [ can't argue with that, but not in this specific instance. ] Do you think I'm gossiping to the Traveler about you? Oh please. I don't spend every waking moment talking or thinking about you, Alhaitham. [ he sits up. ] Do you think I would really put you in my little book? Your ego is bigger than I thought.

Fictional stories can often be traced back to some basis in the personal experiences of the author, often hardships or trials that the author had encountered.

I was rather sure I was one such representation of annoyance in your life.

[ kaveh LAUGHS. ] I wasn't the one that came up with the idea. Traveler did. I guess she's having roommate troubles too. [ he's an idiot, your honor. ]

I don't need to draw a book to tell you you're annoying. I'll just tell you to your face.

[ ... Kaveh, the Traveler doesn't live in one plac- ]

I see. Then I look forward to one day reading about the Traveler's mysterious but frustrating roommate. Perhaps we'll have something in common.

[ Books collected, he heads for the kitchen once more to brew himself some tea. ]

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