[ kaveh rises to his feet. the umbrella rises with him. from above, the rain. from below, the proverbial river. alhaitham holds his umbrella as if it were an extension of his arm. the steady stretch of it obscures the high, dark clouds that have gathered, and the mere sliver of moon that shows between drifting ships. the evening is murk, and wet, and the world is freshly-washed for it.
the answer transparently amuses him. it starts with the curve of his eyes. it ends there, like a truncated sentence fragment. alhaitham considers the premise, and cants his head in acquiescence. it is grace in acknowledgement, a point offered and accepted. ]
And? [ he asks, ] What can one vampire make of a river of sorrow?
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Date: 2023-07-05 10:55 pm (UTC)the answer transparently amuses him. it starts with the curve of his eyes. it ends there, like a truncated sentence fragment. alhaitham considers the premise, and cants his head in acquiescence. it is grace in acknowledgement, a point offered and accepted. ]
And? [ he asks, ] What can one vampire make of a river of sorrow?