[ for the hours that follows, kaveh abandons his stubbornness in favor of being more comfortable. he does not sleep before alhaitham does, and finds solace in the sketchpad he has been given to keep his mind busy. he sketches, draws, writes. most, he has noticed, are drawings of the palace of alcazazaray, so he does not forget its glory. the idea itself is terrifying.
kaveh looks when slaves and servants come and go, each and every time. that one of them (familiar, too, he recognizes her) approaches him is a difference in routine, the flower a surprise. from elham. a budding flower, yet to bloom. kaveh, being kaveh, finds meaning in it. associates hope to a flower that matures. he stands from his divan.
though he had once searched through alhaitham's room, kaveh does it again. shelves, no matter how high or low. most he finds, of course, are books, with few decorations. a vase. just a damn vase, how hard is it to find a vase of all things? he huffs, and sighs, and paces around, and looks over and over again through the same shelves, as though magically, a vase would appear where once it was not.
he's not going to ask alhaitham for one. he refuses. ]
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Date: 2023-05-02 10:37 pm (UTC)kaveh looks when slaves and servants come and go, each and every time. that one of them (familiar, too, he recognizes her) approaches him is a difference in routine, the flower a surprise. from elham. a budding flower, yet to bloom. kaveh, being kaveh, finds meaning in it. associates hope to a flower that matures. he stands from his divan.
though he had once searched through alhaitham's room, kaveh does it again. shelves, no matter how high or low. most he finds, of course, are books, with few decorations. a vase. just a damn vase, how hard is it to find a vase of all things? he huffs, and sighs, and paces around, and looks over and over again through the same shelves, as though magically, a vase would appear where once it was not.
he's not going to ask alhaitham for one. he refuses. ]