[ kaveh places the order. alhaitham listens to the cadence of his voice, not to the substance of it. it's deeper, but of course it is. the intervening years has filled out kaveh in ways that leave his younger self a mere figment of a shadow - the length of his hair, the shape of his face, the long line of his body and the way his fingers curve along the length of the phone. but he is still there, alhaitham thinks, that kaveh of years ago. that kaveh has never left him. it is in the steeped silence. it is in the gold of kaveh's hair and the red of his eyes. it's in the fear.
across the room, alhaitham continues to set the board. the pieces line themselves in orderly rows, the careful arrangement of which alhaitham knows in waking sleep. these are the pieces that have fought the battle most needed to be won. they now sit, prickled, in the gap between the act and the motion. the phone clicks off. kaveh speaks. and alhaitham, he lifts his head to look.
kaveh, like a polished mirror, looks back. he does not take alhaitham's card. ]
Come. [ alhaitham says. he gestures with the tip of his head. there is a seat across from him. the angle of his head says thus: sit with me. ]
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Date: 2023-08-20 02:43 pm (UTC)across the room, alhaitham continues to set the board. the pieces line themselves in orderly rows, the careful arrangement of which alhaitham knows in waking sleep. these are the pieces that have fought the battle most needed to be won. they now sit, prickled, in the gap between the act and the motion. the phone clicks off. kaveh speaks. and alhaitham, he lifts his head to look.
kaveh, like a polished mirror, looks back. he does not take alhaitham's card. ]
Come. [ alhaitham says. he gestures with the tip of his head. there is a seat across from him. the angle of his head says thus: sit with me. ]