[ in a land of dreams, alhaitham is kind, and he finds, too, that he's desperate. kaveh pulls away, and alhaitham chases after him, as though scared of losing him, as though kaveh would disappear into the wind and become the breeze itself.
it would be nice, would it not? he would be free. he would have no more worries. he would not need to wake in fear of his own body giving up on him. he would not be a victim and a servant of fate. he recalls, then, for a moment, the story of eleazar. born from king deshret's madness, the burden of grief. he had loved the goddess of flowers so dearly, yet heed none of her warnings. it is punishment that now those inflicted with eleazar cannot feel the flowers' soft petals anymore.
what do you love about padisarahs?
indeed. what does he love about them? ]
They are... pretty, of course. And their story is so sad. I find it comforting. [ his life is shrouded in pain, and so is the story of padisarahs. they're one and the same, he thinks. maybe it's the reason he's so attached to them. ]
The sun was warm once. [ was. kaveh does not correct himself. ] So many living beings have a need for it. It paints beautiful colors in the sky at sunrise and sundown. [ he lets out a breathy laugh here. ] Do you remember when I used to nearly pass out every time I was out in the sun for too long? But no matter what, I kept doing it. Is it lucky that it doesn't make me so dizzy anymore?
[ is there anything lucky in his inevitable fate? ]
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Date: 2023-04-20 12:10 am (UTC)it would be nice, would it not? he would be free. he would have no more worries. he would not need to wake in fear of his own body giving up on him. he would not be a victim and a servant of fate. he recalls, then, for a moment, the story of eleazar. born from king deshret's madness, the burden of grief. he had loved the goddess of flowers so dearly, yet heed none of her warnings. it is punishment that now those inflicted with eleazar cannot feel the flowers' soft petals anymore.
what do you love about padisarahs?
indeed. what does he love about them? ]
They are... pretty, of course. And their story is so sad. I find it comforting. [ his life is shrouded in pain, and so is the story of padisarahs. they're one and the same, he thinks. maybe it's the reason he's so attached to them. ]
The sun was warm once. [ was. kaveh does not correct himself. ] So many living beings have a need for it. It paints beautiful colors in the sky at sunrise and sundown. [ he lets out a breathy laugh here. ] Do you remember when I used to nearly pass out every time I was out in the sun for too long? But no matter what, I kept doing it. Is it lucky that it doesn't make me so dizzy anymore?
[ is there anything lucky in his inevitable fate? ]