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This is what happened once they got home that night.
⬇️ a hurt/comfort threadfic (6.1)
#Haikaveh
But I'm also gonna do a 3rd part given all the deshret/nabu references hehe - that will be long (& rated E lol) so it'll def go on ao3!
archiveofourown.org/users/kittyk...
But I'm also gonna do a 3rd part given all the deshret/nabu references hehe - that will be long (& rated E lol) so it'll def go on ao3!
archiveofourown.org/users/kittyk...
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Just before sleep claimed him, however, something warm ghosted against Kaveh’s temple - a kiss soft enough to hide behind the guise of a dream.
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Just before sleep claimed him, however, something warm ghosted against Kaveh’s temple - a kiss soft enough to hide behind the guise of a dream.
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The man once wedged like a thorn in his youth now sat beside him like a boulder - immovable, infuriating, but solid enough to lean against all the same.
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The man once wedged like a thorn in his youth now sat beside him like a boulder - immovable, infuriating, but solid enough to lean against all the same.
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The world went still, filled only by the subdued hush of music and their gentle, shared breaths.
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The world went still, filled only by the subdued hush of music and their gentle, shared breaths.
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“Rest, Kaveh.”
The firmness of his tone carried something almost imperceptibly soft - an insistence that spoke louder than sympathy ever could. And Kaveh, too desperate for solace and too weary to deny Alhaitham’s embrace, gave in.
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“Rest, Kaveh.”
The firmness of his tone carried something almost imperceptibly soft - an insistence that spoke louder than sympathy ever could. And Kaveh, too desperate for solace and too weary to deny Alhaitham’s embrace, gave in.
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“No.” Alhaitham’s hand caught his wrist as he tried to rise, drawing him gently back down against the cushions. “You should rest.”
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“No.” Alhaitham’s hand caught his wrist as he tried to rise, drawing him gently back down against the cushions. “You should rest.”
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Still, there was a certain comfort in Alhaitham’s refusal to coddle him - in the unspoken conviction that Kaveh’s pain deserved to be met with truth, not pity. (15/26)
Still, there was a certain comfort in Alhaitham’s refusal to coddle him - in the unspoken conviction that Kaveh’s pain deserved to be met with truth, not pity. (15/26)
“Besides, you were five,” Alhaitham said steadily. “He made his own decision. It’s not something you’d blame another child for, so it’s absurd to flatter your five-year-old self with that much power.”
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“Besides, you were five,” Alhaitham said steadily. “He made his own decision. It’s not something you’d blame another child for, so it’s absurd to flatter your five-year-old self with that much power.”
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“Grief doesn’t expire,” Alhaitham interrupted, voice low but firm.
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“Grief doesn’t expire,” Alhaitham interrupted, voice low but firm.
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“It’s understandable,” Alhaitham said.
Though it wasn’t the sort of comfort most people would provide, the calm certainty in his voice soothed something raw and small inside Kaveh’s chest.
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“It’s understandable,” Alhaitham said.
Though it wasn’t the sort of comfort most people would provide, the calm certainty in his voice soothed something raw and small inside Kaveh’s chest.
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No hesitation, no soft phrasing - just truth, bare and impossible to dodge.
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No hesitation, no soft phrasing - just truth, bare and impossible to dodge.
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One hand curling around the edge of the cup to keep it steady, Alhaitham settled beside him and waited until Kaveh managed a shaky sip before setting both mugs on the table.
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One hand curling around the edge of the cup to keep it steady, Alhaitham settled beside him and waited until Kaveh managed a shaky sip before setting both mugs on the table.
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But by the time Alhaitham returned with two steaming mugs, Kaveh’s mask had already begun to crumble.
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But by the time Alhaitham returned with two steaming mugs, Kaveh’s mask had already begun to crumble.
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“Music, please,” Alhaitham murmured. “Track ten.”
With a soft beep, she obliged.
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“Music, please,” Alhaitham murmured. “Track ten.”
With a soft beep, she obliged.
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