[ his father had once told him that the window to a person's heart should ever only open for someone who will treat it with care. his mother, in turn, chuckled, and said that the reason their kaveh was so beloved throughout lokapala and its neighboring villages was because he allowed all to peek inside his chest, hiding nothing from no one. she thought of it a strength, while his father wished only for him to exert caution.
humans come with strengths and flaws, and what once kaveh brandished as a weapon, today its blade is turned to him, a cut made across his chest where he bleeds and bleeds and stains the endless waterfalls of the ali qapu red. what is, after all, one more bloodfall in the hands of vissudhans? lokapala's prince has the reddest blood of them all.
his pressure drops even further, because alhaitham has that advantageous point into his heart. he knows what will hurt him, knows the exact words to say to counter kaveh's stubbornness. he rises, then, without a word, mindful of the lack of strength in his legs. he takes the plate that is offered to him, sits right across alhaitham, and just— stares.
at the plate, at the food, at the floor. if he had been pale before, now he much resembles a corpse, so overcome and lost in his own despair that he's barely recognizable as a child of the sun. this is, after all, what happens when you bleed so endlessly towards another. when he wishes for nothing more than his people's happiness, for their wellbeing. the very idea of causing them distress and hurt is one that does not agree with kaveh's essence, and all of his leftover strength is spent simply trying not to show any more weakness. he couldn't bear to shed tears for his people today, because there is still a tomorrow, and neither of them knows what tomorrow will bring.
without a single word spoken, then, kaveh slowly finds will to start eating. ]
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humans come with strengths and flaws, and what once kaveh brandished as a weapon, today its blade is turned to him, a cut made across his chest where he bleeds and bleeds and stains the endless waterfalls of the ali qapu red. what is, after all, one more bloodfall in the hands of vissudhans? lokapala's prince has the reddest blood of them all.
his pressure drops even further, because alhaitham has that advantageous point into his heart. he knows what will hurt him, knows the exact words to say to counter kaveh's stubbornness. he rises, then, without a word, mindful of the lack of strength in his legs. he takes the plate that is offered to him, sits right across alhaitham, and just— stares.
at the plate, at the food, at the floor. if he had been pale before, now he much resembles a corpse, so overcome and lost in his own despair that he's barely recognizable as a child of the sun. this is, after all, what happens when you bleed so endlessly towards another. when he wishes for nothing more than his people's happiness, for their wellbeing. the very idea of causing them distress and hurt is one that does not agree with kaveh's essence, and all of his leftover strength is spent simply trying not to show any more weakness. he couldn't bear to shed tears for his people today, because there is still a tomorrow, and neither of them knows what tomorrow will bring.
without a single word spoken, then, kaveh slowly finds will to start eating. ]