[ the click of kaveh's tongue reverberates. the room that pir kavekavus built with his own two hands would allow no less. it allows alhaitham to track kaveh's movements as he searches in the bathroom, the careful padding of bare feet along moist tiles until he has identified the vase in question. kaveh tends to the flower as if it were a child. he waters it, and places it by the window so that it will be able to soak up the light of the sun. the lifespan of a cut flower is short. it does not seem like a good use of energy to keep such things alive, knowing that they will soon die. this, alhaitham does not say.
instead, kaveh turns to alhaitham. alhaitham's pen skims across his manuscript. ]
Are you seeking from me help, permission or an opinion?
[ alhaitham looks up. kaveh's hands, still-wet from watering his flower - his fingers gleam in the torchlight. he observes him for a moment. it would be a return of gratitude for the flower sent. it is harmless, so long as it isn't intercepted. ]
Prepare the message. You have paper, and you are capable of writing. [ his gaze dips back down to his manuscript. his hand continues to write. ] Azadeh will take your message to her, provided that she deems the process safe.
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Date: 2023-05-05 04:00 am (UTC)instead, kaveh turns to alhaitham. alhaitham's pen skims across his manuscript. ]
Are you seeking from me help, permission or an opinion?
[ alhaitham looks up. kaveh's hands, still-wet from watering his flower - his fingers gleam in the torchlight. he observes him for a moment. it would be a return of gratitude for the flower sent. it is harmless, so long as it isn't intercepted. ]
Prepare the message. You have paper, and you are capable of writing. [ his gaze dips back down to his manuscript. his hand continues to write. ] Azadeh will take your message to her, provided that she deems the process safe.