#Azizam

[yunarise]

@azizam

"You ought to be more careful," says Veritas, a severe expression on his face as he aids Kaveh in removing paint from his face, wiping at it with a handkerchief. "Inhaling paint fumes can have adverse effects on your health. Not to mention it tends to stain quite heavily."

[altarfates]

i think i broke aloe

[weltenwxndler-archive]

@azizam•*⁀➷ pining / yearning sentence starters

╰┈➤ ❝ [ ❛  i'm still in love with you ... and i honestly never stopped.  ❜ (kaveh to alhaitham, confession? ✨) ]  ❞

"kaveh." alhaitham simply wrapped his arms around his prince, massaging the small of his back while simply enjoying the feeling of this embrace. he had been hiding his feelings for a long time. he showed affection through small actions; pulling the blanket over kaveh when the man fell asleep on the sofa working on another one of his drawings. he didn't understand his passion, but he supported him in any way. whenever kaveh had a request, he obliged. he wanted to watch his dreams and aspirations come to fruitions. when kaveh failed to switch of the light sometimes because he was too tired, alhaitham would slip into his bedroom to switch it off. he'd also open the windows for fresh air and change both of their bed sheets. he had no problem with moving kaveh's coffee cup around or filling it, when he seemed tired and in need of a small boost.

he also sometimes bought his usual shampoo for him, would simply replace it and sometimes use it as well. he wasn't big on styling himself or anything, but he enjoyed kaveh's scent on himself. sometimes he'd even visit kaveh at work and give him snacks, pat his back before wishing him well. it were small things, a million of them which he did most naturally. he was not big on words, never had been. he was the quiet sort of lover, just there to hold him if it was necessary. offer few words of encouragement, stroke through his fluffy blond hair. he'd tease him, if he was in a good mood just to see his reactions. he was very open and barely held back, bubbly, full of spirit and energy. alhaitham thought that kaveh was beautiful in and out, he took immense pride in making him smile or laugh, but also to see him huff in anger or watch him absolutely flustered.

"what made you think i stopped when i already fell for you a week after you moved in?" he pressed a brief kiss to his cheek. "was it not clear how i felt for you, my prince?"

[inominati]

@azizam sent: It all feels so strange—to say the least—strange that Aventurine can roam a private space where he inadvertently feels like he doesn't belong in at all. The Library of Veritas Ratio, for one, feels oddly... intimate. With its towering shelves filled with books adorning every nook and cranny, it exudes a more stuffy atmosphere than any other room he's encountered thus far. In fact, Aventurine doesn't think he's seen a single window aside from the skylight above, but that doesn't count as a window at all if you ask him. With a small sigh, the Avgin continues to follow closely behind the other as they navigate this literal maze. And as they wind this way and that, a part of him wonders if this is somehow purposeful. After all, rooms like the kitchen or the bedrooms felt bright and inviting, like something that came out of a straight fantasy. But the professor's study, on the other hand, felt constricting and lonely... almost like a prison in an odd way that makes Aventurine absently swallow hard.

"Sooo, what does an illustirous and decorated professor like to do for fun?" he poses the question, casually flipping through a misplaced book he grabbed upon passing one of the collections. Of course, its contents are beyond his comprehension (and interests for that matter...) However, the tactile sensation of the book against the pads of his fingers and the old smell feels oddly comforting. "And you can't say reading..." Playful as ever, Aventurine closes the book over his thumb and uses it to give Veritas a light tap on the back of his shoulder blade, implying that there's no way he'll let him wriggle out of an answer.

"Or baths, either..."

"..the section that holds relevant works on cosmic anomalies, recent findings only." Veritas finishes a few moments before Aventurine poses his question, despite already sensing that his guest stopped paying attention a while ago. He'll have no one but himself to blame when he can't make sense of the order later on, should he feel the need to research any specific topic. He's ready to let out a telling sigh when the solid edge of a book pokes him in the back and instead he stops dead in his tracks and turns around to face Aventurine.

The Theory of Cognitive Dissonance In Short-Lived Species rests dull and battered in the gambler's hands, its wrapper wrinkled and torn in several places. An item on loan, naturally; Veritas would never let a book he owns enter such a pitiful state - only drafted works are meant to be torn apart in their pursuit to (temporary) perfection. "So you negate my honest answers to your inquiry and in doing so reveal that you're question was unneeded from the start," he says, crossing his arms before his chest. "Why do you expect me to offer more insight into my daily interests when you already express disapproval in the parts you know?"

[fcxian]

feixiao licks jiao qiu's lips before kissing them. ❤️ // @azizam

IT'S A WARNING FOR HIM, but not an unwelcome one, explicitly stating that he will be kissed without a doubt by his doting general. it also serves as a playful gesture; at least he takes it as one. it's an opportunity to bite down on the intruding appendage (not harshly, of course) before smiling coyly at his wife. " can't you greet me normally, general? "

[sciamachys]

 𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐑𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐘  ,    impressions of another life pass through his minds eye  .    childe always struggles to visualize a world wherein he were just a kid  ;    a life where those in their twenties felt young    &.    carefree  ,    their futures boundless  .    perhaps  ,     he would not have held a sword or slain so many man  .    wonders what it would be like to set down this abysmal darkness in exchange for hobbies    &.     friends  .    𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫  ,    the adventurer he tries so hard to simulate  .     yet fantasies were just that  :    fantasies  .

this skirmish in earnest  ,    however  ,    is the crux of his being  .        ❛❛        hmn  ,    am i  ?        ❜❜        childe muses  ,        ❛❛        i will never pass on an opportunity to grow stronger but  .  .  .        ❜❜        in the fraught silence  ,      disturbed only by truculent breaths in the wake of fading adrenaline  ,    floes of his resolve begin to wane     (        𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭  ,    he thinks with a brow thinly furrowed        )   .        beneath the pressure of his fingertips dipping into flesh  ,    the beating of a heart aflutter calls for his diligence  .    childe taps softly  ,    but doesn’t withdraw  .        ❛❛        you have given me plenty to reflect on so far  .  and  ,    𝐢 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲  ,    i am rather comfortable like this  .    what about you  ,    my dear scribe  ?  don’t tell me this is your lack fitness trying to catch up  .        ❜❜  

[  ☾  ]     a continuation , @azizam

[astrxlfinale]

@azizam replied to your post “"Huh.. Wonder why people always double take at me...”:

Feixiao shrugging like, yeah, why *do* people double take at something so inspirational and so true? /think think.

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"See man, I knew you'd get it!" He adds in, adding one of those gratitude filled pats upon the General's shoulder.

--In hindsight, maybe this was unwise. Feixiao just had that factor of looking chummy to the energetic!

"Endurance should be a value. Not just the by the mind, but the body as well. If my lance isn't kept in pristine form, motivated and all that good stuff, how else will it rise to the challenge?"

[draconicfool]

@azizam replied to your post “"...love of m'life..."”:

feixiao ears twitch at this. in fact, if she had a tail it would sway then hook at the end because cat behavior is 100% fox behavior.

He's reaching up to pull her down and kiss her cheeks.

[wingsoar]

@azizam [Ratio] S.c

"It   is   an   honor   to   meet   someone   as   esteemed   as   yourself,   Dr.   Ratio."   Robin   smiled   softly,   head   bowing   in   a   polite   manner.

"Are   you   enjoying   your   time   in   Penacony?       If   there's   anything   you   need,   please   don't   hesitate   to   ask!"

[yunarise]

@azizam

"Please remember to submit the student exams on time for archivation." Dan Heng doesn't look up from his chart nor does he worry that Ratio will be tardy. To be honest, the professor likely is the one person always sure to met the deadline.

[altarfates]

kaveh stands there, arms crossed, staring at alhaitham with narrowed eyes. and why, you might ask? who knows. though, the way he looks at the scribe is either an indication of anger, lust, or indigestion... or maybe all three... nobody can be certain.

Kaveh  was  hovering,  the  restless  energy  charged  the  atmosphere  between  them  enough  that  it  compels  Alhaitham’s  gaze  away  from  the  pages  of  the  book  he  clasped.  His  expression  was  ambivalent,  as  if  the  blonde  hadn’t  decided  precisely  what  emotion  Alhaitham  sat  on  the  divan,  book  in  hand,  was  going  to  evoke.

❝  Kaveh. ❞  his  name  resounds  with  the  thud  of  the  intricate  leather  cover  closing.  ❝  are  you  going  to  say  what’s  on  your  mind  ?  or  just  keep  standing  there. ❞  whether  he  would  be  subjected  to  a  tirade,  having  provoked  kaveh  to  flustered  indignation,  or  would  be  met  with  honesty  and  was  was  truly  bothering  him  remained  up  for  debate.  Alhaitham’s  expression  doesn’t  shift,  reticent  yet  now  focused  upon  the  architect’s  complicated  expression. 

[xvnzhao]

@azizam  /  sc.

            ❝  we already tried that way  ,  ❞  she points out  ,  gesturing to the marking they made on the wall to indicate where they've walked in this vast labyrinth  .  a soft sigh falls from her lips  ,  this is rather exhausting . . . finding the right path  .  now  ,  she doesn't quite want to RESORT to the idea of it  ;  but  ,  breaking down the walls  ⸻  whilst it is cheating  ⸻  is beginning to sound like the only viable way out  .  looking around again  ,  ❝  okay . . . well  ,  aside from going up or down  ,  ❞  finding a seat somewhere to rest her legs  ,  ❝  we could go back to that fork in the road and try the other side . . . maybe there'll be a clue there . . .  ❞  she offers a suggestion  .

[weltenwxndler-archive]

@azizam•*⁀➷ unprompted

╰┈➤ ❝ [ Kaveh quietly enters Alhaitham's room, shirt part way undone, shoes thrown off somewhere in the hallway. He staggers at the door, partly sober, partly not, and finds his way to the scribe's bed without making a single noise. It's likely, in a drunken state, that Kaveh just walked past his own room and stopped at Alhaitham's thinking it was his. But with the way the architect searches for the scholar's hand under the sheets when he's under them, fingers curling beneath Alhaitham's palm... it's hard to say. Perhaps its just a lonely man who misses the comfort, perhaps its the last bid of broken one who misses the warmth of his longest friend. ]  ❞

alhaitham noticed when the bed started swaying a little. he did hear the door, but that was nothing when a certain blond came home late, but he did not expect for the man to slip under the covers and search for his hand. the scribe could only grin a little, smugly so. but that wasn't enough when his cutie of a roommate was a little tipsy. he turned around, one arm sneaking around kaveh, tugging a little on the shirt at the back. he was rather much undressed already, was there any need to get drunk tonight? it was worrisome.

he pulled kaveh close, placing his face on the scribe's chest, just holding him close, blanket tightly wrapped around the princess that had entered his bed on his own free will. it was rather adorable, if alhaitham was honest, but he was more worried about why kaveh came in here in the first place and also had to get himself a little drunk. maybe he had a bad day, but all the more reason to hold him in his arms and keep him safe.

[inominati]

@azizam sent: size, sender measures the size of their hand against receiver's. (mermaid aventurine)

The touch is cool and wet, small drops of water running down his palm and travelling up his wrist until the incline becomes too steep and they fall back into the bathwater. Veritas watches in patient silence as the merman presses their hands together, seemingly curious about their difference in physique. --Or perhaps this gesture has a meaning to his kind that hasn't revealed itself to the doctor thus far.

There's little point in asking questions since the creature before him does not speak - or at least hasn't so far - so most of Ratio's observations about him are done in relative silence. Since finding him he's occasionally voiced his thoughts out loud but never received a reaction that led him to believe that they could communicate verbally. Yet there seems to be some kind of understanding between them. It's not unreasonable to assume that certain gestures or expressions could be alike for both their species, if not the same, considering the visual similarity of at least 36% of their bodies.

He lets him do as he pleases, taking note of how much smaller the merman's hand is compared to his own, his fingers slightly thinner and webbed with thin iridescent membranes. Paired with his long and powerful tail, equipped with sharp fins, they must grant him impressive speed in the water. A predator of the seas, no doubt, albeit a beautiful one. Ratio watches him as he regards their hands with obvious interest, his own focus settling on the merman's face. It's fascinating how human he appears in some ways while being utterly alien in others. Is this really what it looks like or are his eyes and mind tricked by an elaborate illusion, a genetic ability designed to lure him in? Undeniably, he is a sight difficult to ignore, be it due to his rare nature, his mesmerizing demeanor or his objective beauty. They're far from any environment in which this being could be a danger to Ratio, but instincts are instincts and until he has more answers he'd be well-advised to remain cautious.

"You look comfortable in my bathtub," Veritas notes while spreading their fingers apart a little more, watching the membranes shimmer in the light. "If you're to stay, I'll have to think of something better suited than this. For both our sake." For as much as his scholarly interest is piqued by this, he does miss the comfort of his evening baths.

[fcxian]

@azizam // cont.

" IS IT? MY, MY, HOW embarrassing. " sure enough the pink furry tail moves back and forth casually, an obvious tell of how content the healer was. he makes no move to stop it; instead focusing on leaving the general kisses from the side of her mouth to her cheek.

[formeryelpers]

Azizam, 2943 W Sunset Blvd, Los Angeles (Silver Lake), CA 90026

Newly opened, Azizam started as a pop-up a few years ago. The owners are Persian and the casual restaurant features homestyle food, including housemade bread, desserts, and Persian staples (mazeh/small cold dishes), hot dishes (khoresht, kofteh), and sandwiches (beef tongue, kuku). They offer a few housemade shrubs, natural wine, and beer. You can also buy a whole loaf of barbari bread ($12).

The desserts looked amazing. Persian cream puff with rosewater and pistachio. Napoleon cake with Persian flavors.

Braised beef tongue sandwich ($12): thick slabs of tender warm beef tongue, house pickles (crunchy and sour), fresh herbs, fresh onion, fresh tomato slice, tucked in a housemade barbari bread sprinkled with sesame seeds. On the smaller side but the best in town, thanks to the housemade bread (like a flatbread), generous amount of tongue, and the fresh veggies. Everything’s warm and comforting, but the crunchy pickles add bright flavor and crunch.

Cherry limeade: Made in house, very nice, sweet and tart, with fresh mint

Mazeh plate ($18): your choice of two mazeh (I picked wild shallot yogurt and shirazi), house pickles, feta, fresh herbs, & two small pieces of house barbari bread. It’s meant for sharing but very small. Everything was excellent though. The yogurt was thick and creamy, the shirazi had bigger pieces of tomato and cucumber with onion and mint, and the pickles were crunchy. Wish they doubled the amount of bread.

Ash-e-jo ($8 cup): a hearty soup of barley, bean, and mixed grain with fermented why, mint oil, and fried onions. Thick enough to be considered a stew. Lots of veggies, beans, and grains. Very good.

The space is very cute (green and white theme with colorful stools and plants) with a good-sized covered outdoor patio and some indoor seating. It has a very casual sidewalk café feel. Service was very friendly.

4.5 out of 5 stars

By Lolia S.