[ the beautiful purple of real padisarahs. alhaitham speaks of them, and kaveh can almost picture them himself. anyone would be more inclined to believe that is a dream kaveh had, not alhaitham. but alhaitham, he knows, is a person like everyone else, who bleeds when cut, and bleeds the exact same red color. dreams are not meant to make sense, no, and they do not distinguish between a romantic idealistic man and his seemingly insensitive, cold roommate.
kaveh, whose world is much brighter than everyone else's, had not been given that same beautiful dream. alhaitham, who sees the world much like other people, deserves an unforgettable sight.
the first rambutan, kaveh discards its skin onto alhaitham's handkerchief. the second, as he bites its final bite, follows along. he does not start on the third. ]
I'm jealous. [ he is, of course. ] I should sit you down and teach you how to draw, one day, so you may replicate their likeness. I would have loved to see them.
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Date: 2023-05-26 12:49 am (UTC)kaveh, whose world is much brighter than everyone else's, had not been given that same beautiful dream. alhaitham, who sees the world much like other people, deserves an unforgettable sight.
the first rambutan, kaveh discards its skin onto alhaitham's handkerchief. the second, as he bites its final bite, follows along. he does not start on the third. ]
I'm jealous. [ he is, of course. ] I should sit you down and teach you how to draw, one day, so you may replicate their likeness. I would have loved to see them.