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The sounds of a brush swiftly painting is the only thing that can be heard in the depths of the night.
Ink is carefully dipped in as Kaveh softly drags the brush around his paper. In the night, the only thing illuminated was the small candle on Kaveh’s desk, shining a light to the paper he was working on.
In front of him, the paper showed the image of a simple outline of a young man. The man was posed in such a way that it seemed he was about to fall asleep, his eyes drawn half-lidded, and his mouth in a small smile.
Kaveh smiled as he continued adding small details to the man’s face.
Then, suddenly, Kaveh squeals when a heavy weight is thrown on him. He quickly turns around to see what happened, just to relax when Kaveh sees it was his muse.
“Kaveh,” Alhaitham whined, bringing his arms to wrap around Kaveh’s waist, “come back to bed.”
Snuggling closer to Kaveh’s neck, the other whispers, “Stop working already, it’s so late. The bed’s cold without you.”
Kaveh chuckles, resting his brush and lifting up a hand to softly pat Alhaitham, “I’m sorry, just let me clean up first, okay?”
His muse whines, tightening his grip on Kaveh, “Clean up in the morning, let’s sleep.”
“Okay, okay, whatever you say, Grand Sage.”
Alhaitham pouts as Kaveh slowly stands up, “ Acting Grand Sage, Kaveh.”
Kaveh sighs, taking a hold of Alhaitham’s hand, “Alright then, Hayati. Lead us to bed.”
Even in the depths of the night, the slight blush on Alhaitham’s face can’t be denied at all. Kaveh laughs at the sight of it, “How long have I called you that, hm? How are you still not used to it yet?”
Alhaitham glares in response, “You can stay working. I’m going to bed.”
Alhaitham rips his hand out of Kaveh’s and stubbornly starts walking out of the room.
Kaveh giggles, “Wait, Hayati, don’t take it to heart! I’m coming!”
And, as Kaveh chases after his muse, the drawing of a soft smiling man seems to perfectly match Alhaitham.
The candle over the paper glows against the darkness of the night.