no fingers that fit so neatly around his thin neck, thumb pads pressing against his trachea. when the red of his eyes close, it gives rise to recent memories. fire, screams, clashing — of few, few weapons, of glass breaking, of bodies falling. he remembers the way his own room had been stormed in, several men he hadn't recognized ransacking all they could find. jewelry had been stolen, furniture destroyed, and fingers, about the same length as alhaitham's, had taken his wrists, had covered his mouth, had put manacles of the same kind on him that fingers of the same length had just now removed.
the collar falls off the bed, and kaveh recognizes the sound. his own fingers reach for his neck, and the air around it is cold. he's not free. ]
... Why? [ is the only thing he says in response, brows furrowed at alhaitham. he's not happy — there's no reason to be. but kaveh, even here, is still transparent, a fault in a prince. the anger is visible, but the confusion overshadows it. lokapala does not succumb to slave trade, has never considered partaking in it. the slave market is not something kaveh has knowledge in, but he's no fool. keeping a slave unbound is not heard of.
then why? what is he purpose there? what could alhaitham possibly want with him, then? ]
no subject
no fingers that fit so neatly around his thin neck, thumb pads pressing against his trachea. when the red of his eyes close, it gives rise to recent memories. fire, screams, clashing — of few, few weapons, of glass breaking, of bodies falling. he remembers the way his own room had been stormed in, several men he hadn't recognized ransacking all they could find. jewelry had been stolen, furniture destroyed, and fingers, about the same length as alhaitham's, had taken his wrists, had covered his mouth, had put manacles of the same kind on him that fingers of the same length had just now removed.
the collar falls off the bed, and kaveh recognizes the sound. his own fingers reach for his neck, and the air around it is cold. he's not free. ]
... Why? [ is the only thing he says in response, brows furrowed at alhaitham. he's not happy — there's no reason to be. but kaveh, even here, is still transparent, a fault in a prince. the anger is visible, but the confusion overshadows it. lokapala does not succumb to slave trade, has never considered partaking in it. the slave market is not something kaveh has knowledge in, but he's no fool. keeping a slave unbound is not heard of.
then why? what is he purpose there? what could alhaitham possibly want with him, then? ]