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  1. Rec 33

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    It felt like a lifetime: Kaveh without Alhaitham seemed as inherently impossible as Alhaitham without Kaveh. It would have been intriguing to an onlooker, had their friendship been privy to anyone but Mehrak: the Crown Prince and a street artist fighting for scraps; the silent, stark line of Alhaitham’s lips and the bubbling laughter leaving Kaveh’s throat at every other moment; silver, carefully trimmed hair and a bloom of golden locks washing over bright freckled skin. Reason and emotion. Routine and invention. Complete opposites.

    “Or, perhaps, reflections,” Alhaitham had suggested. “You cannot deny we are similar in many ways. True to our convictions, stubborn to a fault. Just opposite in what those convictions are.” He paused. “You are my perfect mirror.”

    My perfect mirror. What a statement to hear from the man who graces your dreams and attaches himself to every thought, whose eye colour you recognise in every sunset and every painting. What was the most tempting part of the sentence? The “perfect”? Or the possessive “my” referring to Kaveh, of all people?

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    11 Jun 2026

  2. Rec 39

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    Kaveh doesn’t look up from his full plate. Eyebrows drawn, he mumbles something unintelligible. Alhaitham opens his mouth to press him again, but then Kaveh’s free hand moves into his tousled hair. He brushes the locks behind his ear, but they fall forward anyway.

    Ah. Alhaitham identifies the issue. “You don’t want to eat with hair in your face, is that it?” he asks, eyeing Kaveh’s movements. When Kaveh glares at him, he knows he hit the target, dead center.

    Alhaitham pulls up a chair on Kaveh’s side of the table and sits down. “Turn your head.”

    Alhaitham brushes up on hair braiding skills he left behind with his Akademiya school uniform.

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    09 Jun 2026

  3. Rec 30

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    “How romantic,” Sethos cooed, stifling a laugh. “Let your boyfriend take you home, Kaveh. He’s so caring.”

    Alhaitham used to think such comments were just harmless teasing. And yet, when Kaveh breaks up with him... Well. He realises he fucked up.

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    06 Jun 2026

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    “Thank you,” Kaveh repeated. And then, clearing his throat, “I apologise for the indiscretion, but just so I don’t misunderstand things and make a fool of myself, are you and Sir Flins a couple?”

    Illuga turned a bright shade of pink, and his eyes scurried away towards the floor. “Ah— No offence taken, but no. What… what gave you that impression?”

    Alhaitham snorted. Kaveh smacked him from under the table.

    “Oh, my mistake then.”

    “He was very obviously flirting with you,” Alhaitham added. “But it seems that might just be his personality.”

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    05 Jun 2026

  5. Rec 66

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    Kaveh jolted awake with an immediate, jarring sense that the world was somehow incorrect - the way a loud alarm jerks someone into consciousness before they’re ready to rejoin the waking world. As his eyes flew open, he took in the familiar ceiling of his and Alhaitham’s home... but that only made his unease worsen.

    Blinking rapidly, he pushed himself upright with a clumsy lurch, oddly disconnected from his own body - as though his limbs had forgotten their obedience to the structure of his mind. But as he rolled his shoulders, expecting the familiar discomfort and stiff cracks he’d long since accepted as an inevitable consequence of waking up every morning, all he felt was warm, smooth muscle moving fluidly beneath his skin.

    A lot of muscle.

    ... Too much muscle.

    Why was there so much muscle?!

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    04 Jun 2026