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Heart Meme

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"I would kill for you"

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"I love you/could fall in love with you"

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"I would be your Master/Servant"

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"I would have sex with you"

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"I would date you"

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"I would kiss or flirt with you"

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"I would support you being Queen"

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"I consider us family"

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"I would fulfill objectives or challenges with you"

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"I would hug you or hold your hand"

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"I respect you"

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"I would rescue you or fight by your side"

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"I would confide in you or ask for your help"

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"I consider you a friend"

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"I would hang out with you"

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"I would like to get to know you better"

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"I am amused by you"

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"I am confused by you"

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"I am frightened or unsettled by you"

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"I am annoyed or frustrated with you"

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"I would tease you or make fun of you"

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"I would use/manipulate you"

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"I would physically or emotionally hurt you"

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"I would let you hurt me"

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"I hate you/I would kill you"

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[ at this point, alhaitham is losing steam. their conversation has been just short of circular. what matters more than correcting kaveh is his confession, letting loose something that he—rather, the both of them tenaciously kept under lock and key.

because alhaitham feels the same way, of course. kaveh has been attractive since their akademiya days, when he would draw everyone under his glow with his talent, charm, and sincerity. alhaitham was hardly the first to think so, and he won't be the last. that, along with their failed collaboration during the akademiya, is why alhaitham upholds the barrier between them.

kissing and flirting. that's all they're admitting to. he can do that, now that the opportunity is there. they've already crossed into the threshold that would make any relationship awkward, so they may as well go the full mile. ]

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[ Oh. Yeah. It was meant to be a punishment, wasn't it? Honestly at some point during the conversation he's gotten himself confused by his own accidental double entendre, to the point he needs to backtrack for a moment and examine what got them there in the first place...

Right. Being manipulated. That jerk. He was just trying to say something kind of nice, and Alhaitham turned it into something totally different—

And also, that heart is purple. ]

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[ Hah. Words thrown right back at you, Alhaitham. Take that. ]

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Are you joking?

[ The words slip out before he can help himself, and Kaveh's eyes lift back up to Alhaitham's from where he's sitting, the architect shifting uncomfortably in his seat for a moment. Fuck. That's embarrassing.

He drops his gaze again, his reply coming quickly together as heat washes briefly over his cheeks. ]

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Edited 2023-04-01 06:30 (UTC)

[ when kaveh turns his head back to him, alhaitham will already be snidely smiling back. yes, he was making a joke. ]

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Edited 2023-04-01 08:42 (UTC)

[ Jerk. Alhaitham is met with a pair of raised brows and then something that's meant to be a scowl (but honestly is still a little too flustered for that) before Kaveh's gaze actually drops. But even the slide of his gaze won't stop the other from seeing the way his lips part, a soft circle of surprise.

Ugh, two can play at this game...! ]

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[ time to be annoying! ]

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Edited 2023-04-01 09:30 (UTC)

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[ Oh, he's annoyed alright. ]

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[ He's not quite quick enough to stifle the catch of his breath; his eyes widen and he feels his ears burning with heat. He's tempted, so tempted, to just stand up, cross the room, seat himself in Alhaitham's lap and kiss the breath out of his lungs— for starters— but he did say the scribe needs to play his cards right and he's not that easy—

(actually he kind of is but he has to at least make some kind of stand here)— ]

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[ he sets his device face-down on the seat beside him, folds his arms, and stares back at kaveh ahead of him. he traces the path of red around the shell of his ear, stark against his golden hair, and his smile grows a little wider.

this is alhaitham inviting him over. no more dodoco phones. ]

[ Kaveh's brows lift at the suggestion inherent in the message, and he looks up again just in time to see Alhaitham place the device on the seat next to him. Between the action itself and the smile on the scribe's lips, the message is clear: an invitation, and perhaps even a challenge, if the last of the words sent through the hearts are to be believed.

And Kaveh's hardly about to back down now.

It's with a smile of his own that he stands to cross the space between them, allowing himself to do that exact thing by which he was tempted just moments before and perching lightly in Alhaitham's lap, hands lifting to boldly plant themselves against the other's broad chest. ]

I'll give you evidence. [ It's supposed to be a threat of sorts, but there's a huskiness to his rich voice that perhaps takes away from it a little. Nonetheless, he's insistent in the way he presses in, mouth catching firm on the scribe's, almost restrained at first as he absorbs the heady scent and taste of the other man; and then there's a light sound tripping from his lips, a pull of his fingers over the tight shirt Alhaitham wears, dragging him closer and deepening the kiss with a part of his lips, a slow swipe of his tongue. ]

[ for all of alhaitham's bravado until this point, the untold want that moved his fingers and pervaded his gaze, kaveh makes alhaitham's breath catch when he slides into his lap. kaveh is fearless and confident, smiling and splaying his hands over his chest, and for the first time alhaitham is at the center of

kaveh takes his mouth like a man starved, and alhaitham's lips sting against his teeth with the force of it. alhaitham ignores the pinpricks of pain, turning his head to better slot their mouths together, inhaling sharply by reflex. it's their first kiss, and of course they collide more than they meet one another in the middle. of course kissing kaveh feels like a dam breaking, water rushing in.

alhaitham slowly flattens his hands on kaveh's sides, taking in the fullness of his shape under his palms, and as kaveh gathers his shirt into his fists, alhaitham slides one hand beneath kaveh's coat and up against the flat of his back. through the fabric laced over alhaitham's palms and the warm rings wrapped around his fingers, kaveh's skin feels hot and soft beyond what he'd imagined since he entered kaveh's orbit.

his lips buzz with the noise kaveh presses to his mouth. he lets kaveh pry open his lips, and immediately he cranes his head and curls his tongue into his mouth, slippery and hot, sweet and crisp. he feels kaveh's hair tickling his face, the fabric straining against his chest, heat gathering where their hips are squared against each other. for once alhaitham sinks away from his rational thoughts and into the sensations under his skin, sweeping him away. ]

[ He'd laugh— maybe, if his mouth weren't occupied and his stomach weren't twisting itself into knots over the excitement and nerves— to hear Alhaitham's thoughts, to hear the other consider him fearless and confident when he's anything but. For as much bravado as Kaveh may have on the surface, there's a reason he has taken this long to say anything at all about his attraction to the Akademiya's scribe.

A few reasons, really, but he's a little too distracted to count them right now. Besides, none of them seem to really matter when Alhaitham's hands are flattening against his sides, when the other's mouth is meeting his in a clash of tongue and teeth, when he finds his heart doing something uncomfortable and foreign in response to the sharp intake of air into the other's lungs and the gloved hand sliding up the skin of his back—

And fuck, maybe he was a fool to try and hide this for as long as he has.

One hand stays coiled into the fabric of the taller man's shirt, tugging him close; the other drifts to brush along the sharp line of Alhaitham's jaw— then drops to lay over his shoulder— then falls to mirror the hands on his side as he chuckles, breathless, into the open space of the other's mouth. He was bragging so assertively before about being able to keep the scribe awake with his kisses, and yet now he's acting like a nervous schoolboy, unsure of where to put his hands.

How embarrassing.

But he's wanted this, and he's not about to let the embarrassment or the anxiety make a fool of him, not yet; Kaveh shifts a little in Alhaitham's lap, another soft sound on his lips as he allows himself to taste the other's mouth, relishing in the feel of the younger man's body against his own. ]

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Heart Meme

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feel free to drop this!

no problem, it worked out well cos I was down with covid ♥