it is disorientating, if only because kaveh wonders, for a moment, if forgetfulness is the least of his problems. his fingers relax around the length of the glass, and the blood-red of his eyes meet alhaitham.
he blinks. once, twice. it's easy to overthink words and actions into a world of fantasy, with no claim and proof and evidence of its credibility. it would be ever so easy to assume that alhaitham, aware of the budding anxiety suffocating his own servant right in front of him, would choose to deviate from the main topic. it would be easy to force care into another person.
but kaveh, for all of his idealism, is a scholar all the same. ]
Huh. Uh. Yes, I have. [ tighnari, he remembers, would always bring him new fruits he discovered. pomegranates had been one of them. ] Why do you ask?
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it is disorientating, if only because kaveh wonders, for a moment, if forgetfulness is the least of his problems. his fingers relax around the length of the glass, and the blood-red of his eyes meet alhaitham.
he blinks. once, twice. it's easy to overthink words and actions into a world of fantasy, with no claim and proof and evidence of its credibility. it would be ever so easy to assume that alhaitham, aware of the budding anxiety suffocating his own servant right in front of him, would choose to deviate from the main topic. it would be easy to force care into another person.
but kaveh, for all of his idealism, is a scholar all the same. ]
Huh. Uh. Yes, I have. [ tighnari, he remembers, would always bring him new fruits he discovered. pomegranates had been one of them. ] Why do you ask?