[ kaveh is not cold. kaveh has not felt cold for such a long time; the eleazar dulls the senses, focusing the body's tremendous capacity for sensation down to the singular focal point for pain. alhaitham does not know eleazar. he, however, knows kaveh. the point of comparison tells a tale about the hollowing of a disease as old as sumeru is young. the kaveh of before and the kaveh of today share the bleeding red of his eyes. and the rest -
alhaitham is not blind. the rest, too, is kaveh.
alhaitham's head cants. kaveh has not felt cold for such a time, but that does not mean his body is no longer affected by it. the lack of sensation implies the lack of a warning system, a body that no longer knows how to orient itself with reality. so alhaitham lets his cloak rest there along kaveh's exposed back as he sits where indicated. ]
It was cold. [ night had taken its toll; but it is alhaitham. there is nothing that indicates so in the set of his shoulders, in the deliberate way he takes a rambutan from kaveh's little cohort of them and begins, steadily, to peel. ] The coffee, however, was hot. The grind was fine. I will expect a dash of cinnamon, next time.
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Date: 2023-05-16 02:28 am (UTC)alhaitham is not blind. the rest, too, is kaveh.
alhaitham's head cants. kaveh has not felt cold for such a time, but that does not mean his body is no longer affected by it. the lack of sensation implies the lack of a warning system, a body that no longer knows how to orient itself with reality. so alhaitham lets his cloak rest there along kaveh's exposed back as he sits where indicated. ]
It was cold. [ night had taken its toll; but it is alhaitham. there is nothing that indicates so in the set of his shoulders, in the deliberate way he takes a rambutan from kaveh's little cohort of them and begins, steadily, to peel. ] The coffee, however, was hot. The grind was fine. I will expect a dash of cinnamon, next time.