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#haikaveh crack dump
-akasha terminals-

Honestly, the Akasha terminals were a genius creation and had so much potential, if only they weren’t used for such inhumane experiments. Kaveh’s yet to dispose of his, tossing it in one of his boxes he’s marked for later.

He finds it again when rummaging through his old pet projects during a rare free day, and with the bitter memories of the hours he’s spent hunting down Alhaitham at the Akademiya because the scribe’s stolen his keys again, an idea pops in his head.

And he gets to work.

It takes him a week to finish this mini project: a communication device privy only to him and his roommate for the sole purpose of asking Alhaitham his whereabouts when he’s to steal his key once again. Kaveh’s been very excited to try this, pulling Alhaitham’s attention away

from the book he’s reading so that he may participate in this most awaited test.

“Put this on!” It’s more of a demand and the scribe opens his mouth to complain, but Kaveh shushes him instantly. “Hush, just put this on and wait until you hear my voice, okay?”

Alhaitham looks at the modified Akasha terminal skeptically, but he knows better than to doubt Kaveh’s genius. With a tired sigh, he agrees and the moment he’s had it on an ear, the architect flies out the door, out their home, and up at the Akademiya’s doors.

The scribe here’s static throughout all this hurried movements, but eventually he hears Kaveh. He’s had a brief idea of what the blond’s been working on the past seven days so the communicator doesn’t surprise him as much. If anything, he’s amused at the little invention.

“Haitham! Did it work?”

“I don’t know.” He answers, proof that it does indeed work. His voice travels through the wireless device and he hears Kaveh’s squeals almost instantly after. Alhaitham waits until the other man calms down, the cries of joy dying. “Kaveh, still there?”

“Yes! Yes, I can hear you!”

“Good. Go to Lambad’s.”

“Huh? Why?”

“To test if the signal’s still fine from that distance.”

“Oh! Yes, you’re right! I’ll do that, wait.”

Alhaitham can say with confidence that Kaveh’s device is a success because there’s nothing else he could hear

but the other’s voice and his breaths as he does indeed hurry to the tavern. And even with the growing distance, everything is still being transmitted clearly that Alhaitham could count the exact number of inhales and exhales Kaveh’s taking. It works like his noise-canceling

headphones, just with the added feature of Kaveh being an exemption to the sounds it’s blocking.

“Haitham?” Kaveh asks tentatively.

“I’m here.”

“Oh, archons! I can still hear you clearly! This is the best, ever!”

“Are you at Lambad’s now?”

“Yes!”

“Good.” Alhaitham flips a page from his book. “I want some fish rolls.”

“Sure— wait.” There’s a beat, and a smile is already forming on Alhaitham’s face. It grows when he hears Kaveh gasp. “YOU! You just wanted some fish rolls!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Alhaitham hears all of Kaveh’s complaints and curses clear as day through the device, and the expletives all grows creative when the scribe points out how Kaveh must have been looking like a fool, talking to himself, because who else is aware that he’s on the communicator

with Alhaitham?

Needless to say, it’s just the start of Kaveh’s nightmare and he’s starting to regret ever modifying the Akasha at all.

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Kaveh added a new feature that would notify them both if the other is trying to reach out, because the first time Alhaitham’s voice just came out of nowhere (a low, sultry “𝑲𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒉” that will haunt him for weeks), the architect had yelled in surprise and almost got

kicked out of the House of Daena.

Alhaitham saw this happen, for he’s actually just on the other side of the library where he’s got a full, unobscured view of the working architect.

Anyway, now, there’s a small ping! to warn them both that they are about to be disturbed.

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𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴!

“Haitham? What is it?”

“𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔.”

“What happened? Is it serious?” Kaveh is already standing up, ready to tidy up his mess of blueprints and notes. “Hello? Haitham?

“𝐻𝑚𝑚…”

“Are you okay?”

“𝑌𝑒𝑠.”

“Then what is it?”

“𝐼 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑜𝑡.”

“Are you serious?”

“𝑀𝑛. 𝑁𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑. 𝑆𝑒𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒.”

𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴!

“UUUUGH!” Kaveh tidies up anyway and starts angrily marching home.

(Alhaitham looks too suspiciously pleased with himself upon his arrival.)

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“Alhaitham,” Ah, his full name. Maybe Kaveh’s pissed, but in a cute way. Nevertheless, Alhaitham looks up from his papers and confirms that yes, Kaveh is pissed. In a cute way.

“What is it?”

“Stop annoying me.” At this, the scribe almost rolls his eyes because that would be

impossible.

“Elaborate.”

“Stop using the terminal to annoy me at random times of the day!”

“Should I schedule it then?”

“That’s not what I meant!” Kaveh reaches out his arms to him with hands shaped into claws. It looked like the architect was going to strangle him then

decided against it.

Shame.

“Just– use it for important matters, okay?”

“Like when I steal your keys?”

“Like when you steal my keys, yes–” Kaveh gasps. “You deliberately steal them!”

“I don’t. It’s your weird keychain.” It’s the truth. “But anyway, sure. Noted with thanks.

Now go, I’m busy.”

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𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴!

Kaveh takes a deep breath in before excusing himself from the client he’s talking to. “I’m sorry, just a moment.” He smiles politely, a contrast to how he hisses at Alhaitham when he answers.

“I swear to Lord Kusanali if this isn’t anything important–”

“𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢.”

Kaveh freezes and then ends the call.

𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴!

“W-what is it this time!?”

“𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛’𝑡 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑖𝑡 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘.”

“I’m with a client!”

“𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐼’𝑚 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔.”

The client is now looking at Kaveh, concerned if he’s caught a flu out of nowhere at that very second with how red his face has gone.

“Is everything alright?” The client asks and Kaveh laughs nervously, stuttering a not-so-reassuring ‘yes, everything’s okay. Just, hold on

a moment please.’

“𝑁𝑜𝑤 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑐𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡.” Alhaitham says from the other line and Kaveh wants to rip his hair out.

“Who’s fault do you think that is?”

“𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠.” The scribe confidently answers. “𝐼 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢. 𝑁𝑜𝑤 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑖𝑡 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘.”

“Gods!” Kaveh feels a headache coming. “Fine, okay. Okay. I… I love you too.”

“𝐻𝑚, 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒.”