#i'm fighting writers block demons so hard rn orz

[monocaelia]

omg didi congrats on finishing the school yr!! i'm here to pop in for your summer fever event :D my fav trope is friends to lovers, i'm a sucker for slow romances with mutual pining and some misunderstandings along the way. i'm just a silly girl who loves the idea of being in love and lives in her delusions with fictional characters :D thank youuuu mwah <3

note : spirit !!! thank u for participating in my silly summer event hehe <3 ily, sorry this took ages to respond to!!

send me ur favorite trope or delusional song and i’ll write you something short !! [closed !!]

when it comes to valuing the friendship of one person and struggling with the slow creep of romantic feelings towards a close friends and the yearning that comes with it, the first person that comes to mind is al-haitham.

the young scribe is a tough nut to crack if you weren't already familiar with his actions and nature. most people assume he doesn't care about the frivolous things in life, and that he simply studies alone to keep his time interacting with others to the most minimum.

and, well, they would be correct for the most part. but it wasn't always exactly like that. even if people assume him to be rather stuck up for earning his title and not showing to all meetings in the akedemiya or assumed he was such a talented mind for just having his title of scribe, it didn't matter to him since he knew himself best and rumors have never bothered him anyways.

and, of course, you knew him, and why would he care about what anyone else thinks?

there's more than meets the eyes when it comes to your friend. others see a wonderful scholar that has so many opportunities handed to him to further pursue his researches and become one of the most highly respected alumni from the akedemiya that anyone has ever seen; he held the title of the scribe of sumeru akedemiya and he was so highly honored for being studious and hardworking.

a brilliant mind hidden away researching on the newest projects when people need him most.

and yet, al haitham is always where you decide to check first. though, it isn't hard to find him when he stays in two spots, either in his home or hidden in a crook in the house of daena. it's almost as if you had a sixth sense for wherever he decided to hide from others, or perhaps it was because you simply knew him all to well; he avoided crowds so anywhere where it wasn't too busy would be where he was.

to you, al haitham is your dear friend.

after being around the young scribe for so long, you've grown accustomed to how he acts. although quiet most times and hardly changing any facial expressions, you know he enjoys being around you. perhaps it could be because you never bothered him to the extent that other people have, but you like to think that he stays because he simply likes you.

others have brought up the idea of him having romantic feelings for you, hence why he prefers to stay by your side regardless of what either of you are doing, but you always shake their presumptions off. he was just friendly and you were one of the few people who didn't interrupt his alone time with a reason he didn't deem good enough.

it wasn't like the idea of perhaps sharing a deeper relationship with al haitham never crossed your mind; he's a handsome fellow and has been with you through your ugliest moments in life. you distinctly remember a night where you had attempted to stay up all night to cram for an exam the next afternoon only to wake up the next morning with a familiar cape draped over your shoulders, a bowl of peeled and sliced zaytun peaches beside you, and the familiar scent of your old friend surrounding you.

"what's on your mind?" al haitham's deep voice rumbles from beside you. a slender finger flips a page as he continues skimming the words printed. the skin of his arm grazes your own as he moves to turn the page, the brief touch sending your heart aflutter and you scold yourself internally to calm down.

"oh, it's nothing," you respond as nonchalantly as you could.

pining for your friend? don't be ridiculous.

he probably thought relationships were too much to handle; al haitham was always one to take the easiest way out and there wasn't any easy way through a romantic relationship. it was simply too emotionally taxing and the young scribe wouldn't ever be interested.

al haitham doesn't respond and you assume it's the end of the conversation.

"you don't have to hide anything from me, you know?" he speaks quietly, as if the words were only meant for you and you alone. your heart flutters against your chest at the thought but you shake it off. as your heart calms down, it soars again when a firm hand is placed on your thigh.

the vines and jungles of the apam woods are staring back at you; leaves that cut those who wander to close as a warning to keep their distance but beckon you sweetly closer to the heart of the foliage. although his face was usually unmoving and stoic, there's a gentle warmth in the way that he stares at you that calms your nerves while simultaneously making your heart hammer against your chest.

it's hard to keep your feelings at bay when the comforting rays of sun that cast through the verdure of his heart reach out to encase you in nothing but the warmth and safety of his love whether or not it was platonic.

it wouldn't hurt to wish for something more with him, would it?