[ no, alhaitham thinks. no, his are not. because he dreams of you.
instead, he says this: ]
I am not the one dreaming.
[ and he knows it is true. king deshret had built the foundations of his civilisation on sky and earth. he had envisioned a land where light and stars intertwined. he had given his heart to the dancing footfalls of a goddess amongst the reeds. the padisarah had become immortalised through his monument to love. there is now, still, a piece of the desert trapped in the eternity of an oasis never to move forward, never to be free. love is a fetter. alhaitham has never once allowed himself to be fettered. alhaitham is dreaming, but alhaitham is not. no, this dream is not his dream. king deshret dreams of purple padisarahs, and alhaitham lives out its consequences.
this is not alhaitham's dream.
it is also not solely king deshret's dream.
alhaitham's fingers fall into kaveh's in their most familiar configuration. fingers to valleys, palm to palm. in this dream, kaveh has his hands. this is not, in fact, the right dream. ]
Then, shall we talk about your memory instead? What is the last thing you remember that has transpired? Think back to the morning. Have the sumeru roses bloomed?
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Date: 2023-04-16 04:33 am (UTC)instead, he says this: ]
I am not the one dreaming.
[ and he knows it is true. king deshret had built the foundations of his civilisation on sky and earth. he had envisioned a land where light and stars intertwined. he had given his heart to the dancing footfalls of a goddess amongst the reeds. the padisarah had become immortalised through his monument to love. there is now, still, a piece of the desert trapped in the eternity of an oasis never to move forward, never to be free. love is a fetter. alhaitham has never once allowed himself to be fettered. alhaitham is dreaming, but alhaitham is not. no, this dream is not his dream. king deshret dreams of purple padisarahs, and alhaitham lives out its consequences.
this is not alhaitham's dream.
it is also not solely king deshret's dream.
alhaitham's fingers fall into kaveh's in their most familiar configuration. fingers to valleys, palm to palm. in this dream, kaveh has his hands. this is not, in fact, the right dream. ]
Then, shall we talk about your memory instead? What is the last thing you remember that has transpired? Think back to the morning. Have the sumeru roses bloomed?