[ elsewhere, he says. kaveh thinks — there is nowhere where alhaitham can take him that is not here, in this place, where his illness roots. elsewhere, he says. kaveh thinks — alhaitham is the only one who could distract him from reality, sometimes. they argue, still. kaveh is less willing to engage nowadays, but he appreciates in alhaitham what he has not done; he has not changed. not his treatment of kaveh, not how he sees kaveh. he has not once thought of kaveh as the kshahrewar student with eleazar. kaveh has always just been that — kaveh, the light of kshahrewar, sumeru's most renowned architect.
elsewhere, he says. kaveh thinks — anywhere with you is fine. anywhere where it's just us.
alhaitham walks down the wending path. kaveh finds his body trembling, even in alhaitham's grasp. he finds, too, his grip on him tightening. it is an automatic response. it is the fear of being seen. it is, after all, broadcasted weakness.
alhaitham has lifted him up before, in their home, to take him to the bed, once he has fallen asleep on the divan, on his desk. alhaitham has picked him up in his arms before, in lambad's tavern, to take him home, after kaveh has drowned his sorrows in beer and wine. those are routine. this is not. if they are seen, he thinks, people will know. people will assume. they will look. they will pity him. the once light of kshahrewar, sumeru's most talented architect, cursed with eleazar. his legs do not work today. tomorrow, his hands. he will never draw again. he will be forgotten, his designs remembered not for his mastery of the arts, but for the eleazar-ridden hands that have created them.
kaveh bites down on his lip, and tastes iron. he has grown to despise the public eye. ]
Anywhere, [ his voice trembles with his body. it is, too, as weak as he is. he does not, either, have much control on it. not even that. ] Outside of the city. By the river, I don't know. Anywhere with just us.
[ kaveh does not say it this time. please, however, hangs on the tip of his tongue. it is implied. his tone is, by itself, as heavy as the plea. ]
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Date: 2023-06-09 09:21 pm (UTC)elsewhere, he says. kaveh thinks — anywhere with you is fine. anywhere where it's just us.
alhaitham walks down the wending path. kaveh finds his body trembling, even in alhaitham's grasp. he finds, too, his grip on him tightening. it is an automatic response. it is the fear of being seen. it is, after all, broadcasted weakness.
alhaitham has lifted him up before, in their home, to take him to the bed, once he has fallen asleep on the divan, on his desk. alhaitham has picked him up in his arms before, in lambad's tavern, to take him home, after kaveh has drowned his sorrows in beer and wine. those are routine. this is not. if they are seen, he thinks, people will know. people will assume. they will look. they will pity him. the once light of kshahrewar, sumeru's most talented architect, cursed with eleazar. his legs do not work today. tomorrow, his hands. he will never draw again. he will be forgotten, his designs remembered not for his mastery of the arts, but for the eleazar-ridden hands that have created them.
kaveh bites down on his lip, and tastes iron. he has grown to despise the public eye. ]
Anywhere, [ his voice trembles with his body. it is, too, as weak as he is. he does not, either, have much control on it. not even that. ] Outside of the city. By the river, I don't know. Anywhere with just us.
[ kaveh does not say it this time. please, however, hangs on the tip of his tongue. it is implied. his tone is, by itself, as heavy as the plea. ]