the room goes dark, and kaveh, sweet, special kaveh, son of the sun, is illuminated by the moonlight, as though claimed by it. the stars weep in sorrow for the loss of their kin, but the moon, star that it is not, still shines with hope in the evening sky. kaveh's own light hasn't been extinguished yet. there is hope. there is always, always hope, if one knows where to seek for it. if one knows to fight.
kaveh does not sleep. from the divan, he stares into the outside, a bird in a cage. here, he thinks, the night is calming. just a day ago, night had been too bright, scorched by the fire. ever so loud, disrupted by violence. here, he finds none of that. it is gentle, and it is calming, and it almost convinces kaveh that it is fine to lay, and close his eyes, and rest.
he had thought so before, too.
kaveh sleeps, eventually. when the sun rises behind the tall mountains of vissudha, it tells kaveh, i will keep you safe. when yellow meets gold, and the sun takes over the flame in kaveh's eyes, he finds will to give in to his fatigue, but he does not move. does not fit neatly under the blankets, does not lay his head on the pillow.
he stays, here he is. hugging his legs, seeking their comfort. he rests his head on his knees, and only then, without the comfort of a better sleep, he allows his body to rest.
not for long, he knows, but at the very least, it'll give him the comfort of not being alone with his own thoughts. ]
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the room goes dark, and kaveh, sweet, special kaveh, son of the sun, is illuminated by the moonlight, as though claimed by it. the stars weep in sorrow for the loss of their kin, but the moon, star that it is not, still shines with hope in the evening sky. kaveh's own light hasn't been extinguished yet. there is hope. there is always, always hope, if one knows where to seek for it. if one knows to fight.
kaveh does not sleep. from the divan, he stares into the outside, a bird in a cage. here, he thinks, the night is calming. just a day ago, night had been too bright, scorched by the fire. ever so loud, disrupted by violence. here, he finds none of that. it is gentle, and it is calming, and it almost convinces kaveh that it is fine to lay, and close his eyes, and rest.
he had thought so before, too.
kaveh sleeps, eventually. when the sun rises behind the tall mountains of vissudha, it tells kaveh, i will keep you safe. when yellow meets gold, and the sun takes over the flame in kaveh's eyes, he finds will to give in to his fatigue, but he does not move. does not fit neatly under the blankets, does not lay his head on the pillow.
he stays, here he is. hugging his legs, seeking their comfort. he rests his head on his knees, and only then, without the comfort of a better sleep, he allows his body to rest.
not for long, he knows, but at the very least, it'll give him the comfort of not being alone with his own thoughts. ]