[ the sound of his laugh is an echo. it is genuine, it comes from the heart. kaveh sees fit to laugh, in spite of everything. he laughs, mouth open, teeth out, dimples prominent. it makes his heart fond, his body warm. for a moment, there's no sorrow, no melancholy, no inevitable will of fate itself. for a moment, there's kaveh, alhaitham, and memories of better times. ]
They really weren't that needed. You could always have just pulled me back inside instead of letting me bake under the sun. You never did.
[ no, alhaitham never did. alhaitham, kind-hearted that he is, has rarely found will to chain kaveh down. he complains, yes. he complains, and scolds, and whines, and bickers with him. he makes it seem as though he couldn't stand kaveh's way of living, of being. kaveh, throughout the years, realized that's not quite what it is.
he disagrees, yes. but never once he has stopped kaveh from doing what his heart wished for.
there had been times his heart wondered if it's pity, above all else. kaveh has long locked away such concerns, loathe as he is to let them haunt him. but just like everything else in his life, routine that it is, the momentary joy is, too, momentary. the corners of his mouth slowly fall back into something far smaller, far weaker. ]
... I wish we could stay here forever. Would it be so bad? The sun is warm. I can feel your calluses. They're getting bigger. [ kaveh attempts a bigger smile. it does not go through. ] Isn't reality too cruel a thing?
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Date: 2023-04-22 04:42 pm (UTC)They really weren't that needed. You could always have just pulled me back inside instead of letting me bake under the sun. You never did.
[ no, alhaitham never did. alhaitham, kind-hearted that he is, has rarely found will to chain kaveh down. he complains, yes. he complains, and scolds, and whines, and bickers with him. he makes it seem as though he couldn't stand kaveh's way of living, of being. kaveh, throughout the years, realized that's not quite what it is.
he disagrees, yes. but never once he has stopped kaveh from doing what his heart wished for.
there had been times his heart wondered if it's pity, above all else. kaveh has long locked away such concerns, loathe as he is to let them haunt him. but just like everything else in his life, routine that it is, the momentary joy is, too, momentary. the corners of his mouth slowly fall back into something far smaller, far weaker. ]
... I wish we could stay here forever. Would it be so bad? The sun is warm. I can feel your calluses. They're getting bigger. [ kaveh attempts a bigger smile. it does not go through. ] Isn't reality too cruel a thing?