[ what could one vampire make of it? what could one who has lived for so much longer than the average human know of sorrow?
kaveh smiles, in response. a weak, fragile smile, that could break upon touch. a smile that confesses such: the river, flowing with water built from tears of sadness, is one he would have filled himself. a river that would have been named after him.
the answer he offers, instead, is: ] The same as any other person. Do you think vampires fe— Ah.
[ about time, of course. without much explanation, the towel meets his head, and though it provides very little shelter, kaveh still takes a wide, broad step back, out the umbrella, into the rain. it is, still not cold.
that pungent smell has caught up to him. it is always naive of kaveh to think that it would not. it is always foolish to reject who he is, he knows. one's nature shouldn't be looked down upon, and yet. and yet. ]
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Date: 2023-07-06 04:41 am (UTC)kaveh smiles, in response. a weak, fragile smile, that could break upon touch. a smile that confesses such: the river, flowing with water built from tears of sadness, is one he would have filled himself. a river that would have been named after him.
the answer he offers, instead, is: ] The same as any other person. Do you think vampires fe— Ah.
[ about time, of course. without much explanation, the towel meets his head, and though it provides very little shelter, kaveh still takes a wide, broad step back, out the umbrella, into the rain. it is, still not cold.
that pungent smell has caught up to him. it is always naive of kaveh to think that it would not. it is always foolish to reject who he is, he knows. one's nature shouldn't be looked down upon, and yet. and yet. ]
Sorry, um. I haven't... you know.
[ eaten, that is. in quite a while now. ]