Have you considered, for a moment, that perhaps the problem is that I would have to learn how to jailbreak out of a place at all?
[ because, after all, this is kaveh. idealistic, romanticist, who believes in the good of people. in his heart, sumeru is not a land of strife, and he calls those that are not lokapala-born his cousins, blood of his blood. in his upbringing, he was not taught to fight, he was not taught how to break out of captive. he was taught to love his brothers, show kindness to his sisters, and respect all.
it gives rise to feelings he himself has never experienced in such intensity. rage, hatred, vengeance. they culminate and fester inside his ribcage, alongside a gentle, bleeding heart, and stains it black.
at the very least, kaveh finds room to set his own pride aside. the chains rattle behind him as he moves, or attempts to move, his body falling onto the mattress with a lack of grace, and he finds will to puke all over it as an unfamiliar scent enters his nostrils. his legs, at the very least, thank him for the lack of pressure. ]
Battlefield? You ransacked my palace at nightfall, murdered people who held no weapons, who could not defend themselves. There was no battle. You cannot claim people as yours. I'm no hostage nor prize. I'm my own person!
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Date: 2023-04-06 09:53 pm (UTC)[ because, after all, this is kaveh. idealistic, romanticist, who believes in the good of people. in his heart, sumeru is not a land of strife, and he calls those that are not lokapala-born his cousins, blood of his blood. in his upbringing, he was not taught to fight, he was not taught how to break out of captive. he was taught to love his brothers, show kindness to his sisters, and respect all.
it gives rise to feelings he himself has never experienced in such intensity. rage, hatred, vengeance. they culminate and fester inside his ribcage, alongside a gentle, bleeding heart, and stains it black.
at the very least, kaveh finds room to set his own pride aside. the chains rattle behind him as he moves, or attempts to move, his body falling onto the mattress with a lack of grace, and he finds will to puke all over it as an unfamiliar scent enters his nostrils. his legs, at the very least, thank him for the lack of pressure. ]
Battlefield? You ransacked my palace at nightfall, murdered people who held no weapons, who could not defend themselves. There was no battle. You cannot claim people as yours. I'm no hostage nor prize. I'm my own person!