[ warm. the sunrays against his skin had been warm, once. the carelessness when he'd attempt to cook and lose strength in his hands to hold the pan, accidentally touching skin against a hot surface — warm. the touch of alhaitham's skin on his own. that, too, was once warm, just like this.
he takes that hand in his own, fingers between fingers. most flowers thrive in sunlight. kaveh is no exception. ]
I don't draw as much as I used to.
[ he tries, of course. kaveh is stubborn no matter what. there are times he manages a couple strokes, but never enough to quench his desire for creation. his voice is low, with a hint of sorrow. the memory isn't pleasant around water so clean. it's pollution itself. ]
Surely you're not going to only talk about my constitution, right? I thought dreams were supposed to be pleasant. Are yours not?
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Date: 2023-04-16 12:54 am (UTC)he takes that hand in his own, fingers between fingers. most flowers thrive in sunlight. kaveh is no exception. ]
I don't draw as much as I used to.
[ he tries, of course. kaveh is stubborn no matter what. there are times he manages a couple strokes, but never enough to quench his desire for creation. his voice is low, with a hint of sorrow. the memory isn't pleasant around water so clean. it's pollution itself. ]
Surely you're not going to only talk about my constitution, right? I thought dreams were supposed to be pleasant. Are yours not?