![]() ![]() ![]() And with this sudden change of behaviour spiked a change in your way of seeing him, feeling for him. Until as of recently, that is however, roughly two months ago, if you were to try conjure an estimation exactly of when he suddenly became a little more informal toward you, making jokes, asking more personal questions, ones that were on the level of what friends would ask. He always kept discussions, work related, and professional. It wasn’t your intention too, of course not, The Scribe was merely tutoring you as the Akademiya were low on staff as of late. It just made sense in your mind.īut it didn’t stop the little pain that nestled into your heart everytime you thought on it for too long, whether you wanted to admit it or not, you had fallen for Al-haitham, pathetically hard might you add. Because they were boyfriends, they had to be. Of course you liked Kaveh, pray he don’t misunderstand! He’s never done you any ill, and not once has he been rude or dismissive of you, whenever you use to visit he was so chatty and engaging toward you, it almost could’ve been mistaken for him enjoying anyone’s company other than his own boyfriend’s. Where ever Al-haitham was in that building, Kaveh was right behind him, as if joint to hip. The voices inside saying to turn tail and run, not to bother the man, leave him be and that you’re just going to annoy him, after all he had stopped showing up at the Akademiya for a while now, and you had already clued in as to why it was no secret, to you anyways, of the man he shared his home with, how close they seemed to be too. You swallowed down the thick lump that was in your dry throat, nervously tugging at the bottom of your shirt that hugged around your body, your skin paling as the thoughts in the back of your mind began to grow increasingly louder the closer you got toward Al-haithams home. ![]()
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