[ alhaitham speaks, each and every time, and kaveh finds himself despising conversation with him. it is a natural back-and-forth between enemy kingdoms, between two crown princes that should never be in the same room as they are. kaveh has lied down on his bed before, in the warmth of the alcazarzaray, and wondered how different sumeru would be if the future kings of opposing nations had met when young, formed a friendship between them.
it is a hopeful dream kaveh discarded not long after he met alhaitham, clad in golden manacles that, despite all, hardly matched him.
the blood-red of his eyes, a jewel lost outside its home, stares alhaitham up and down. if looks could kill. ]
Leave it. I will eat before sunrise.
[ whether he's awake. whether he wakes himself up. would kaveh be able to sleep at all? has he, in the past days?
he sits on the divan, the same way as he does. legs close to his chest, head on his knees, and the view outside has long been memorized in his eyes. kaveh is slowly getting used to life in the ali qapu, and the thought itself is sickening. ]
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it is a hopeful dream kaveh discarded not long after he met alhaitham, clad in golden manacles that, despite all, hardly matched him.
the blood-red of his eyes, a jewel lost outside its home, stares alhaitham up and down. if looks could kill. ]
Leave it. I will eat before sunrise.
[ whether he's awake. whether he wakes himself up. would kaveh be able to sleep at all? has he, in the past days?
he sits on the divan, the same way as he does. legs close to his chest, head on his knees, and the view outside has long been memorized in his eyes. kaveh is slowly getting used to life in the ali qapu, and the thought itself is sickening. ]