[ reality is not perfect, and as such, neither is the sky's blue, the leaves' orange, kaveh's red. in the shelves of his mind, he finds nothing, searches and looks and exhausts himself to recall a dream that might not exist. something in him tells him to keep fighting, a gentle feeling as though a second being who shares a body with him. there is hope in searching, and if humanity gives up hope, what is left? so he continues, closes his eyes, thinks. a dream so perfect that must be recalled, a dream he did not experience with himself.
a dream that touches his skin, and this, he can feel. the weight of alhaitham's coat, and when the red of kaveh's eyes meet with the many colors of alhaitham's own, he thinks, for a moment, i found it. ]
You know I'm not— [ cold, but kaveh cuts himself short to give room to a defeated smile, and he pulls the cloak closer to him. ] Good morning. [ he decides to start over.
his eyes fall back onto his lap, where his fingers had been halfway into peeling a second rambutan before they had grown too weak to do the job. kaveh attempts still, again, finds distraction in it. his eyes, he knows, are swollen, tired. other people may not have noticed, may mistake it for makeup. alhaitham is not as naive. try as he might, there is little to none that he can hide from him.
kaveh does not look at him, and gestures with his head for alhaitham to sit. ]
How was breakfast? Not cold by the time you woke up, I hope.
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Date: 2023-05-16 02:08 am (UTC)a dream that touches his skin, and this, he can feel. the weight of alhaitham's coat, and when the red of kaveh's eyes meet with the many colors of alhaitham's own, he thinks, for a moment, i found it. ]
You know I'm not— [ cold, but kaveh cuts himself short to give room to a defeated smile, and he pulls the cloak closer to him. ] Good morning. [ he decides to start over.
his eyes fall back onto his lap, where his fingers had been halfway into peeling a second rambutan before they had grown too weak to do the job. kaveh attempts still, again, finds distraction in it. his eyes, he knows, are swollen, tired. other people may not have noticed, may mistake it for makeup. alhaitham is not as naive. try as he might, there is little to none that he can hide from him.
kaveh does not look at him, and gestures with his head for alhaitham to sit. ]
How was breakfast? Not cold by the time you woke up, I hope.