[ silence is telling. kaveh watches, studies, tries to find fault in alhaitham's features, in every motion he makes, in the way his lips mouths the words he speaks, as though there he would find a tell that this is all an elaborate lie, that he's being played with. kaveh, trusting, loving, naive kaveh. he would be easy to manipulate. his father worried much about him, but never saw the opportunity to warn his son. lokapala was perfect. sumeru, then, hadn't been so tumultuous. so full of conflict.
he puts his plate down for a moment. there is no need for a prince to recall the name of every single one of his people, but kaveh does. they're family, after all. in the intricacies of his mind, their names are all written on a large wall, never to be forgotten. ]
[ slowly, he recites each of their names, their faces fresh in his memories. they had all smiled, once, dined around the same table, celebrated the same festivals. now, with luck, they're all under the same palace, enslaved. with luck, they're still alive — or would it be luckier to be met with death? ]
Not that you will remember, or assign a face to a name. Again, what does it matter to you?
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Date: 2023-04-09 06:26 pm (UTC)he puts his plate down for a moment. there is no need for a prince to recall the name of every single one of his people, but kaveh does. they're family, after all. in the intricacies of his mind, their names are all written on a large wall, never to be forgotten. ]
Akram. Kurash. Nasser. Bita. Panah. Goli. Sanad. Varsha. Elham. Izad.
[ slowly, he recites each of their names, their faces fresh in his memories. they had all smiled, once, dined around the same table, celebrated the same festivals. now, with luck, they're all under the same palace, enslaved. with luck, they're still alive — or would it be luckier to be met with death? ]
Not that you will remember, or assign a face to a name. Again, what does it matter to you?