Wylan Van Eck became such a little bastard like he went from "who's Mark?" to "We could wake them?" just by being around the Crows and honestly it goes to show you that the Crows might not have been a 'good' influence on him, but they were a great one. They brought him out of his shell and make him all the things he was scared to be around his father: himself. He becomes unapologetically a little bitch and Jan would hate that. and I personally love that for him. my little sassy ass bitch boy, Wylan. he's so cool. he's so smart. he will blow up your mailbox if you fuck with his loved ones. he is perfect and the way he grows out of this abusive mindset that Jan instilled into him, and flowers into his own person? chefs fucking kiss. i love Wylan so much. i just.... i love him. Jesper is one lucky man having a little smartass like him to deal with all the time.
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there truly is nothing more funny to read than watching the Fool reveal that he knows exactly what the fuck is up always and then immediately mooning Fitz
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Blah blah, This is my Roman Empire, blah blah, I love him, blah blah
Credits to @isharchive-deactivated20220513 for og image
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Drawing pb in a 2000's robe cuz ya
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Late Night Cries (and some denial of feelings)
TW: Not much just Kaveh crying and being sad while Alhaitham is Alhaithaming
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Alhaitham didn't know how he ended up here, his annoying, overly-emotional, whiny roommate crying with his stupid face pressed into Alhaithams chest. Weirder yet, Alhaitham was holding said roommate close to him, no matter how much he willed himself to let go, his body would not obey, one hand rubbing soothing circles against Kaveh's back as the blonde sobbed. For some reason his scholarly brain couldn't figure it out. Alhaitham felt as though someone had tore his heart from his chest whenever he caught a glimpse of Kaveh's eyes, now full of tears and sorrow. Alhaitham also couldn't figure out why he was so determined to comfort his roommate. Normally when he watched people cry he would just scoff and move on calling them emotional, but for some reason when it's Kaveh. His roommate. Who drives him insane. All of a sudden he's bending over backwards, hugging and soothing him.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry." Kaveh let out a few sobs as he clung to Alhaitham, and to his absolute horror before he could stop himself he opened his mouth and replied.
"It's okay. I am here." If he could, he would have recoiled out of his own skin, why did he spit out such words. Why wasn't he thinking before speaking? Did Kaveh drug him? No. It was probably Tighnari, stupid bastard and his herbs. Then again, Alhaitham hadn't seen Tighnari in a while... he mulled it over trying to figure out why he was acting so strange all while a crying Kaveh sobbed in his arms. Thankfully it seemed Alhaithams words flew completely over Kaveh's head as he continued sobbing out apologies for clinging to him and crying. There was a strange beauty in how Kaveh looked when he cried. While for some reason seeing Kaveh's tears seemed to cause Alhaitham pain, on the other hand Alhaitham could see the details of Kaveh's face from how close the blonde was to him. From his long eyelashes that curled at the ends, to the way his hair despite being a complete total mess framed his face in a way that made his stomach tie in knots. It was so stupid.
“I… I shouldn't be troubling you.” Kaveh mumbled sitting up as he tried to wipe his tears, however as the blonde pulled away, Alhaitham pulled him right back. It was as if his body had developed a mind of its own as it hugged Kaveh close to him.
“No it’s alright.” Alhaitham once again spoke without thinking, as he gently rubbed his hand soothingly against Kaveh’s back. He couldn't quite figure out why his heart seemed to skip a beat when Kaveh related, still sniffling as he rested his head on Alhaithams chest. I must be riddled with some illness, perhaps I should go see Tighnari and have him sort this peculiar behavior out. Alhaitham thought to himself as he stroked Kaveh’s back, he didn't even notice when Kaveh’s sobs stopped and were replaced by soft snores. And instead of pushing Kaveh on the floor or leaving to return to his room like a normal sane person. Alhaitham just sat there holding the blonde architect close to him as if Kaveh was the most important thing in the world. His mind was riddled with questions and hypothesis, not that they really stuck his brain seemingly melting into mush when Kaveh let out a soft sound and pressed his head into the crook of Alhaithams neck.
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