[ the changes happen with minimal announcement. the slight lift of his eyes. the way they gleam. alhaitham's words are flint, and they rekindle the flame of hope in the fire-red of his eyes.
postponed, kaveh repeats to himself. not cancelled. not punished. not tortured. not killed. postponed. he will see them, still. it is a small, meaningless blessing that he would treat as the most delicate little thing in the entire star. postponed.
kaveh finds, then, purchase to eat the carrot slices.
there are, still, a plethora of questions without answers. kaveh rose from induced slumber after an induced heat, and found his thoughts, coherent and rational at last, fussing over people who are not him. caring for them. he bleeds himself dry, still, for all but himself.
there are questions. kaveh would not have an answer to all of them. he judges their weight, the taste of the words on his tongue. what he chooses first, then, is: ] Why haven't you marked me?
[ the choice of wording is a conscious one. the carrots, at the very least, are sweet in his mouth. kaveh will need them. ]
no subject
postponed, kaveh repeats to himself. not cancelled. not punished. not tortured. not killed. postponed. he will see them, still. it is a small, meaningless blessing that he would treat as the most delicate little thing in the entire star. postponed.
kaveh finds, then, purchase to eat the carrot slices.
there are, still, a plethora of questions without answers. kaveh rose from induced slumber after an induced heat, and found his thoughts, coherent and rational at last, fussing over people who are not him. caring for them. he bleeds himself dry, still, for all but himself.
there are questions. kaveh would not have an answer to all of them. he judges their weight, the taste of the words on his tongue. what he chooses first, then, is: ] Why haven't you marked me?
[ the choice of wording is a conscious one. the carrots, at the very least, are sweet in his mouth. kaveh will need them. ]