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Kaveh was going to lose his god damn mind.
It was a saturday night and the blond artist wasn't hunched over his drawing pad as per usual. Instead, he was lying on his mess of a floor with dead eyes. He was doomed. This was the end of his non-existing art carrier. The god forsaken project he decided to take for the semester was nowhere near done. He had a week left and his page was empty. Not because he was lazy to draw it or because he had one of his ADHD paralysis. He was in fact itching to draw something. The problem was that he didn't know just what the fuck he was going to draw.
Kaveh took pride in his creativity. It was one of the biggest reasons why he got accepted into the Akademiya, Sumeru's most prestigious university. Said creativity (and his hopeless romantic nature) was the reason why he accepted this project in the first place. The project topic was simple, at least it sounded simple to him when the professor smiled the tiniest bit at him as if to say "I trust you with this one".
Love.
The project topic was love.
Kaveh never dated anyone ever in his entire 22 years of life. He was a sucker for romance but for one he was too scared to go out and search for it and two he was too blind to see any attempt of flirting coming his way even if they dangled it right by his nose. So even thought he might be the prettiest man to ever walk the Akademiya halls, he was as single as one can be.
He wasn't bothered by it too much. Sure, he did feel a little jealous everytime a happy couple walked in hand in hand to a coffee shop he choose as his workspace for the afternoon. Or he did watch those romantic movies with a little envy. The fact that his two best friends were dating for 3 years now wasn't really helping his case either but alas! Kaveh was fine as a single, emotionally hungry and touch-starved pretty boy as long as he got to express himself in a form of painting or a drawing.
Until now that is.
He realized he didn't know two shits about the love he fantasized so much about. Whatever he poured into his drawing pad for a starter sketch for the past few weeks felt... too empty. Too sterio-typical. Too bland. Like it was screaming the fact that he never experienced this "Love" he was supposed to express on the page. And Kaveh was anything but half-assed. If he was not satisfied with his work himself, there was no way in the name of Lesser Lord Kusunali that he was going to turn in that project. He would rather turn in nothing at all even though that would mean he'd get an instant 0 and a disappointed glance from his professor that he admired so much. And it started to look like that's what was going to happen.
He groaned as he sat up on his floor. He didn't know what to do. There was no way he could fall in love in a week and feel every emotion he's supposed to feel AND finish the project on time without getting distracted. He already interrogated his best friends, Tighnari and Cyno, multiple times. It didn't help much. He binge-watched his favorite romantic movies. It didn't help much either. He readed an entire philosophy book about love that looked like a brick but all he got was tons of new words in his vocabulary, 2 sleepless nights and a headache.
Not only that, he tried every single thing that was meant to give him inspiration. He meditated, he drank a couple weird teas that Tighnari offered, the took several cold baths, he went to drinking, it wasn't purely for inspiration but others didn't have to know that, he went to walks in forest and almost got killed in the process... Nothing worked. Nothing satisfied him and he was loosing his god damn mind.
He didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
So with a heavy sigh he got up from the floor once again and dragged his feet to his desk. He slumped down on his chair unceremoniously and rubbed his eyes. The faint light coming from his screen hurted his sleep-deprived eyes. But even if he laid down, he couldn't catch on his sleep because the project just fucking ate away his mind. So he choose to sit miserably on his desk rather than lying awake miserably on his bed.
"Please. Lesser Lord Kusunali, please i beg of you! I need to finish this project and i need inspiration. So please. Give me something. Anything!"
He talked to himself with the heels of his palms pressed into his closed, aching eyes. Just as he uttered these words, a woosh of wind opened his window with a loud thud and startled the living day lights out of him, making him jump in his skin and turn his head to the noise so fast that he almost got a whiplash. His dorm was a rather old one so maybe a broken window handle was not that suprising but that never happened in the 2 years he lived here. The room was dark with the only light source being his computer screen so he couldn't really see anything other than his curtains that swished with the night (or morning technically) breeze. With the thoughts of an intruder getting in his room at 3am, Kaveh grabbed the nearest long object his hands could reach for, which happened to be a broom. He held it with both hands and walked to the window slowly, only to find out there was noone. With a sigh his tense posture relaxed and he closed the window.
"That broom wouldn't really do much, to be honest."
A shriek left Kaveh as he turned around as fast as he can, the broom huged close to his chest. A man, taller and more built then him, was standing right behind his chair.
"Who the fuck are you?!" The poor artist yelled as he tried not to loose his cool with thousand questions already swimming in his mind. He was contemplating between a scale of "charge in on the guy with everything he got to at least take him by the suprise" to "jumping down from the window". He was probably going to get robbed or stabbed before he could decide on something to do. At least he could give that as an excuse to his professor about not being able to complete his project. He hated himself for thinking about the fucking project even in this life or death situation.
"What colorful choise of words. Do you act like a grandma who has a hidden shotgun to everyone who enters your room?" The guy flipped the light switch of his room and Kaveh had to squint his eyes because oh 7 archons they burned so bad. After he actually was able to open his eyes and adjust to the lighting, he finally could take a good look at the man that somehow managed to get into his room that was on the 6th floor of the dormitary. The guy in front of him had silver hair with green parts that were barely visible. His tanned skin had a nice contrast to his hair. He had green eyes that pierced right through him and boy was he built. Kaveh was suddenly very happy he didn't try to charge on the guy because he was afraid he would bounce off of that... Rather large chest. Was this really a man? Was he misgendering this person?
After momentarily forgetting the guy was an intruder and openly oggling his entire body, Kaveh realized, that his feet didn't touch the ground. He was floating. There was an actual space between the tip of his bare foot and Kaveh's floor.
What the actual fuck was going on?
The blond artist wondered if he actually passed out on top of his desk and if all of this was a dream, the guy was actually just his type considering his looks.
"Did you go mute or something?"
Yeah, no, nevermind.
Kaveh wrecked his brain for what he asked before he started drooling on the man. He tightened his grip on the broom, like he could do anything with it to a man who literally was levitating.
"I act like that only to strangers who fucking barge into my room at the unholy hours of the day. I'm asking again, who the fuck are you?"
The guy sighed like it was the most obvious and useless question he ever heard in his entire life as he crossed his arms.
"I'm a Muse. You called for me just now. Remember?"
Kaveh's face scrunched like an old lady trying to read a medicine prospectus as he looked at the guy. "I called for you? When?"
"Like i said, just now."
"I heard you dimwit. That's not what i'm talking about. I don't even know you, how exactly can i call you?" The guy's stone of a face turned into a frown.
"Throwing insults at me doesn't make you intimidating. My name is Alhaitham. I was sent here by Lesser Lord Kusunali upon your prayers. I'm still questioning her decision on the matter but alas." He uncrossed his arms, letting a emrald-like stone between his collarbones come into Kaveh's view. He didn't notice it before since he was... Distracted with other things.
"This is a Muse crystal. Have you ever heard of it?" Kaveh had heard of it in his agonising search for inspiration. Though it was only a legend. Since Lesser Lord Kusunali was the god of knowledge, it was rumored that she had her fairies of inspiration, called "The Muses". It was told that the Muses would go around and share Lesser Lord Kusunali's wisdom to people who had greater good in their future, such as inventors, artists and researchers. So Kaveh nodded dumbly before snapping out of his daze to actually form words.
"Yes i heard of those legends but... They are just legends! How can you expect me to believe you're a fucking fairy?! Especially when you're built like that!" Kaveh blurted out without thinking much. Alhaitham crossed his arms again with a frown deeper than the previous.
"What's wrong with my body? Fairies don't have to be fragile and dainty all the time, that is body-shaming." Kaveh balked at that for a second before recovering.
"Whatever! That's not even the main issue here-"
"No. You have to apologize to me about that first or we're not moving on." Kaveh rolled his eyes to the back of his skull. He wasn't even sure why he hadn't call the Matra yet but he played along with a cringed expression.
"Fine. Sorry. I didn't mean to body-shame you. Happy?" Alhaitham raised an eyebrow.
"What did you say? You're literally muttering to yourself." Kaveh grunted and speaked in a higher volume as hit the floor with the broom in his hand to make a point.
"I'm sorry. There."
"They say that earnest apologies should be given thrice, so... One more time please." Alhaitham smirked smugly as Kaveh felt anger rising in him. He was so close to actually snapping with the whole project fiasco he had going on. So his cold feet vanished for a second as he stepped up at him with his trusty broom, totally intent on wiping that smug smirk off of his face.
"You... Listen here you little shit, i don't have time for you or your zamazingo so you better take your floaty ass right outside of my room before i stick this broom up to it." This threat could be way more affective if he wasn't face to face with his chest but he had to make do with what he had. Alhaitham on the other hand didn't even look amused as he simply floated back and crossed his legs mid-air.
"Why don't you try that, see what my 'floaty ass' can do-" Before he could finish his sentences he cut himself of as he straighten his posture with a side glance to this... Headphone-looking thing he had on. He nodded to himself and muttered quietly as Kaveh could only stand there, deciding to respect this... Conversation he was having with whoever the fuck was on the other side and made his broom sticking session wait. After a few minutes, Alhaitham sighed and looked back at Kaveh with the same stony expression.
"Lesser Lord Kusunali took notice of our conversation and wants me to carry on profesionally, so unfortunatelly you won't be using that very dangerous and scary broom of yours on me." He said in a monotone voice. Kaveh's anger raised up again.
"You still didn't explained why i should belie-" He was cut of when the fairy suddenly appeared very close to his face.
"Do you really still need proof? What do i have to do to make you believe me?" Kaveh helplessly opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water a couple times before finally speaking.
"Show me your w-wings or something! You have to have wings, right? If the legend is true and you're actually a fairy, that is."
Maybe Kaveh was extremly sleep deprived, maybe he was seeing things but he could've sworn Alhaitham's face got a little red at his request. After a few moments of silence with Alhaitham seemingly deciding, or rather calculating with how focused his face looked, he spoke up again.
"Do i really have to? Your room is too small for them."
Just how fucking big are his wings?
"You don't have to... Like... Spread them or anything. Just show me they excist." Kaveh said, now knowing he actually had wings he had to see them. Alhaitham sighed like he wasn't sure if this was worth it at all but took a couple steps back.
"Don't tell me i didn't warn you. Now close your eyes." Kaveh probably shouldn't had trust to close his eyes this fast but he did anyway. He blamed his sleep-deprived brain for every bad decision he made for the night. A green light hitted against his closed eyelids. A few seconds later Alhaitham spoke.
"Open your eyes. Don't freak out."
Oh Kaveh was already freaking out, thank you for the notice.
As soon as the blond artist opened his eyes he felt like his breath was punched right out of him. In front of him was two big, green wings. He wasn't kidding when he said they wouldn't fit into his room. Even when they were folded like a bird tucking them in against his back, the joints of his gigantic wings almost touched the ceiling. Kaveh didn't know what he expected to see but this wasn't it for sure. The wings had green translucent feathers on them that reflected the light so prettyly that Kaveh thought they were made out of emralds. But they also somehow looked so... Alive. Like Kaveh could run his fingers through them and they would be the softest thing he ever touched in his entire life. The way they shimered so perfectly was mesmerizing, it almost made the man that had them look like some sort of god. Kaveh realized his jaw was slack and his mouth was open, his hand out-streched a little without him knowing. He pulled it back and it felt like coming back to his senses after a trance. The wings looked too sacred to touch and Alhaitham didn't look like he would let him touch them.
"Beautiful..." was the only thing Kaveh could utter breathlessly. In the corner of his eye he saw Alhaitham's face change into something before he composed himself in a flash.
They were both silent for at least 2 whole minutes and Kaveh was actually sure there was a little bit of red in Alhaitham's face but he couldn't find it in himself to make a snarky remark. Alhaitham cleared his throath and in a blink of an eye, his wings were gone.
"Do you believe me now..?" This tone wasn't as stoic as before, which somehow made Kaveh feel safer about him. He cleared his throath as well and realised he dropped his broom as he was looking at Alhaitham's wings in awe. He didn't bother to pick it up.
"...Yes. Yes i do. Uh... So you... Came here to give me inspiration?"
Alhaitham nodded curtly. "That is my job. And you should be aware that Lesser Lord Kusunali does not bestow her blessing to just anyone, so you should feel honored." He crossed his arms on his chest again. Kaveh noticed that he did that when he wanted to be taken serious. He sighed.
"Yes, okay, i'm very honored, i will pray my thanks to her after i'm done with my project, as i always do." That was true. Kaveh may not have been so religious but he did believe in the blessing of the god of knowledge. That was what his mom, the greatest artist known to Akademiya tought him after all. He noticed the train of thought he was about to hop on after one mention of his mother in his mind and snapped out of it fairly quickly.
"Okay. What now? What are you going to do, help me draw or something?" Kaveh placed his hands on his hips as he looked at the fairy in front of him. Alhaitham looked uncertian for a second before speaking.
"You need to consume a type of bodily fluid of mine."
What?
What?
"WHAT?!" Kaveh couldn't help how loud his voice came out "What the fuck do you mean by 'bodily fluid'?!" Alhaitham shook his head with a sigh.
"Tears, sweat, salive, blood, urine or semen. You need to consume one of these for a certain amount. You'll have the inspiration you need by morning dawn." Kaveh was flabbergasted to say the least.
"YOU- BUT- I-" He was about to pull his hair out before he managed to take a hold of himself. "You mean to tell me... You go around making people... I don't know... Lick your sweat or something?!" He had to sit down after that. So he did, slumped down on his bed with a shocked expression. Alhaitham on the other hand was very nonchalant about it.
"People usually prefer having a little bit of my blood but you do have quite to imagination." He looked at him, almost amused. Kaveh scrunched up his face.
"Ew. No. No blood. No drinking or sucking blood. No. Not on the table. Nuh-uh." Alhaitham simply rolled his eyes. "You're too dramatic for your own good. What do you suggest then?"
Kaveh thought about it long and hard. About aproximetly 15 minutes, he just sat there and thought about his options through and through. Alhaitham even whipped out a book out of nowhere and readed a few pages of it until Kaveh finally got up from his bed with a rather red face.
"Okay. So. I think my most safe option would be... Your saliva."
Alhaitham didn't raised his head from his book, floating mid air with one foot tucked under the other. "Do you want me to spit in your mouth?" Kaveh's protest was immediate and satisfactory to Alhaitham.
"EW! NO STOP- Ugh... Not- not like that, you douchebag." Alhaitham raised his eyes for a split second to see Kaveh was looking anywhere but him with a face that got redder by the time.
"Explain then, would you?" He made a point by closing his book with enough force to make a sound. Kaveh gulped, hoping the fairy wouldn't notice it. He placed his hands on his hips again and took a breath in.
"I- I thought about it and- So- To clearify it, i don't think you have the abilty to cry-"
"Wrong."
"Shut up! I don't think you can cry right now so tears are eliminated. I really don't want to lick off your sweat, that is almost as gross as drinking your blood. I don't think i need to explain myself with urine or... Semen. So our only option is saliva. And as i made it clear there is absolutely no way i'm letting you spit in my mouth. So..." It was delightful for Alhaitham to watch Kaveh struggle and almost squirm to say that one word. He watched the blond with and subtle smile before Kaveh snapped. "Do you have to make me say it? Isn't it obvious already?!"
"I can't read minds, Kaveh."
"Well, you have to be as dense as a rock not to understand where i'm getting at!"
"And you have to be a coward to not to be able to say it."
"You..." Kaveh stuck up his pointer finger at him like he was about to curse like a sailor before he gave a big sigh in surrender. A little pout formed on his lips as he combed his blonde hair out of his face with one hand. "Why do i have to consume your bodily fluids anyway? Isn't there really any other way?"
"Do you think i enjoy making people lick my sweat?"
"SO YOU DO MAKE THEM LICK YOUR SWEAT!!"
"No, i don't. But flustring you is entertaining. As for you question, no, there is no other way."
"But why?" Alhaitham sighed, he really should've been done with this and back in his room by now, continuing on his reading. He accepted the fact that this human was rather interesting and a little amusing with how... Lively he was but it was getting quite exhausting if the fairy had to be honest.
"Because i am the embodyment of inspiration."
"...What do you mean?"
"Exactly what i said. Think of me as... Condensed inspiration made by the god of knowledge. My kind was made as a gift for humanity. We actually-" Alhaitham was about to say more but then he stopped himself abrubtly. "...I already said more than enough. You weren't even supposed to know that much i guess. Meh, whatever."
"Then why did you say it to me?"
"Because you wouldn't stop asking stupid questions. Also, noone would believe you if you told them you met a Muse anyway." The fairy shrugged with a smirk, which made Kaveh scuff and look away for a second. Then Alhaitham speaked again a more serious tone. "So. About my saliva, you were saying?"
Kaveh's slight flush returned almost immediately. "Ugh- You're an insufferable douchebag, you know?" He looked away again before he finally took a deep breath and talked with his eyes closed. "What i'm suggesting is... We should... Transfer it from mouth to mouth, in, you know, close proximity or something."
Next second, blond artist felt a hot breath fan across his face as Alhaitham's low voice came too close to him. "Oh? You mean close like this?"
Kaveh didn't dare open his eyes. Or breathed. Or moved a muscle at all other than his heart which was beating out of his chest. He was not going to make it alive out of this, that was for sure. He started to contemplate if this was actually a dream after all.
"Kaveh? Don't faint on me now."
This had to be a dream, no shit.
"I'm... Conscious" Barely.
"Open your eyes for me then."
So Kaveh did. Like he was under a spell.
The sight infront of him was something enough to give him inspiration for a lifetime. Alhaitham's green, piercing eyes had a red ring right where his pupil's ended. Unfairly long lashes that touched his checks... Kaveh wondered if they would tickle from that close. It felt like him and this... Truly beautiful fairy were in a bubble of their own in that moment. There was nothing else, just him, Alhaitham, and the couple inches that separated them.
His eyes trailed down to his slightly parted lips that faned out a whisp of hot air everytime he breathed out. Kaveh licked his own bottom lip at the sight without noticing it. What he noticed was that now Alhaitham was looking at his lips too.
"Kaveh..." He almost whispered. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
Kaveh, 22 years old college student, certified pretty boy (according to his friends), had never kissed anyone in his life. Only his mom, which he didn't count because ew, why would you count that?
He always dreamed, as the hopeless romantic he is, that his first kiss would be something special, straight out of a fairytail, with those fireworks and butterflies and sparkles.
And, for some reason, he was more than okay giving his precious first kiss to this dreamy yet shitty fairy boy that he met like, what, half an hour ago.
It was strange but it felt right. So Kaveh nodded, not trusting his voice with how his throat felt like he was walking through a sand storm for the past 5 hours. Soon enough he felt two soft lips graze his own before fully settleing on top.
Alhaitham's lips were a bit thinner than his, but they were soft and warm. After Kaveh was sure he wasn't going to die from a stroke or something, he closed his own ruby eyes to kiss the fairy that was leaning on him. He had seen hundereds of kissing scenes before but it was funny and ironic how he didn't know what to do against Alhaitham's lips. But somehow it still didn't feel awkward. The Muse's lips moved on top of his in a smooth way that made him all hot inside.
Seconds later Kaveh had to pull away for the basic need of breathing. How Alhaitham slightly chased after his lips suprised him a little but since he was focusing on trying to breath properly, he couldn't make any comments on the matter. Alhaitham spoke instead of him.
"Part your lips for me when i kiss you. So i can transfer my saliva to you, alright?" His tone was soft, like he understood that this was important to Kaveh. Maybe he did. Kaveh didn't have enough functioning braincells to overthink it. So he just, rather dumbly, nodded again wordlessly. Alhaitham paused once more. With almost a timid movement he held Kaveh's face in his hands gingerly. "Alright." was all he said, maybe as a warning, before he closed the distance between them once again.
This time the kiss felt more... Intimate somehow. Maybe with how Alhaitham slowly caressed his cheek, maybe with how he tilted his head a little to deepen the kiss, maybe with how his tongue licked his lips like he was asking him to part them. Kaveh complied, slowly parted his lips, inviting the fairy's tongue.
The moment Alhaitham's tongue touched his own he made a little noise which made Alhaitham halt and Kaveh panic for a split second before Alhaitham was kissing him way harder than before. His tongue explored inside Kaveh's mouth like he was maping it out in his mind. Kaveh tried so hard to keep the noises down but how could he when Alhaitham was shoving his tongue into his mouth.
After what felt like forever and a few seconds at the same time Kaveh tried to pull away again, because well, apperantly Alhaitham had way better lungs than Kaveh. But Alhaitham didn't let go that easily this time. The kiss kept on going for a few more seconds before Kaveh almost forcefuly pulled away with his bottom lip between Alhaitham's. A string of saliva hung between their lips when they finally parted, both of them breathing heavily, mostly Kaveh. They looked at each other in the eyes, then at their lips. Alhaitham's lips were tinted with an obvious red, Kaveh guessed his own were not much better, probably even worse.
Silence settled between them for the next minute. That should've been enough in Kaveh's system now. So they had no further excuse to suck faces.
But Kaveh wanted to.
Kaveh wanted to kiss this man until he saw the sunrise from his window.
But there was no way in hell he would say that outloud.
So he broke the silence by clearing his throat lamely and averting his eyes. "Would this... Be enough?"
Alhaitham looked like he was about to say something for several seconds before he cleared his throat too and got up from where he practically sat on top of Kaveh. "Yes, this should be enough. My work here is done."
The fairy turned around, his back now facing Kaveh. The silence was thick between them, like they both wanted to say lots of things but they just couldn't. Alhaitham sighed and broke the silence.
"Well, i'm off then. Good luck with your project."
"Wait!"
Kaveh suprised both Alhaitham and himself with his exclamation. He stuttered to himself for a second before speaking in a small voice.
"This... Isn't a dream or anything, right? So... Let's say i needed inspiration again in the future, would i be able to call you back?" Will you come back to me again?
Alhaitham turned to him with his question and a little smirk formed on his face. "Oh? The light of Kshahrewar isn't confident in his abilities?" Kaveh's solemn expression evaporated in meere seconds.
"You- Asshole. My abilities and inspiration are different things, you know that!" Alhaitham softly chuckled before leaning in to Kaveh one more time.
"If my fated sage calls for me, then who am i to disobey?" He said in a low voice, effectively stunning Kaveh.
"Huh?" was the only sound Kaveh could make before Alhaitham straightened his posture. "Farewell, Kaveh. Get some sleep." And in a flurry of green light and crystals, Alhaitham was gone, like he never came into Kaveh's room in the first place.
Kaveh just sat there, trying to process everything.
"The fuck you mean 'fated sage'?!"
"Kaveh, could you please stay back after the class is over? I would like to discuss something with you."
The blond artist straigthened his posture with the mention of his name from his professor. He nodded with a loud enough "Yes." before the woman continued her class.
After an agonising wait for class to end, Kaveh timidly made his way to professor. He was almost sure this was about his project that he turned in just in time. So he tried not to cry with the overflowing thoughts he had about just what she was about to say about his piece.
Because Kaveh drew something he didn't expect he would.
For the last week, all he could think about was his encounter with Alhaitham. He hated to admit it but somehow he was missing this fairy boy that he met for 40 minutes tops. In the end, he decided to draw what was messing with his mind as his "love" project. He drew the silhouette of a man in the shades of gray, enveloped by big, mesmerising green wings on his back. He held another man's silhouette to his chest, a bit shorter, and had a yellow color pallette with bits of red details. They looked almost intertwined with one another in the middle of a bubble that surrounded them.
When Kaveh finished his piece, it felt right. He didn't know if this was the supposed inspiration that his Muse gave him that night but he didn't feel like he needed the answer. He was satisfied with his work, being able to pour his thougths and heart out did the trick as always. He just wasn't sure if this would be fitting to the concept of "love" his professor asked for. Eıther way, he wouldn't change his piece. This was, apperantly, love to him.
"I recieved your piece yesterday." His professor's voice snapped him out of his spiraling thoughts. "I must say, it was rather different from the other pieces i recieved this week. I don't know how to explain it to you... But i felt what you putted into that piece even thought it was probably... Only your "love"."
Kaveh sucked in a sharp breath at the woman's words and everything came muffled to his ears after that. His love. Only his love. It was special to him, only he understood what that meant, how that felt.
"...veh... Kaveh?"
He slightly jumped in his spot. He literally spaced out in front of his professor! How embarassing... "My apologize, professor. I was..." He couldn't finish what he was going to say. I was thinking about my "love". The professor make a sound akin to chuckling. "It's alright. I said i wanted to take your piece for the next exhibition if you're alright with it too." Kaveh beamed up immediately.
"Really?! You think it's good enough for the exhibition? Oh gods-" He held his head in his hands before realising who he's talking to and composed himself. "O-of course! I'd be honored to! Thank you so much professor."
After talking for a little while more, Kaveh gave his thanks again to the woman again and left the room with a huge smile on his face. Everything turned out way better than he expected after all! Maybe that... Saliva really did something. He was going on his way before he came to an abrupt halt with something he remembered.
The next exhibition was going to be visited by their archon.
Which gave birth to the possibilty that... A certain Muse could be there as well. The blonde artist felt a bolt of electric zap through him as the Akademiya hall felt WAY more hot then it was seconds ago.
Kaveh was going to lose his god damn mind.