[ midnight's breath trembles. kaveh's heart hurts for it. midnight misses netzach, is the thing. the sailors say the rain misses the cloud even as it falls through light or dark into the sea. midnight must miss him as he falls through life, through sleepless time and the veil of overwork. it is longing. it is only longing. kaveh thinks - as creatures of the heart, we want things so much sometimes. it is the way we are; it is the way midnight is.
midnight starves.
kaveh's fingers continue their ministrations, one-two and long, silken strands, spun dark and shadowed spider's silk much in the way of an unkempt mane. midnight is messy. perhaps they all are. netzach loves you, kaveh thinks. but these are not words for kaveh to say, and in any case, this is something that kaveh knows: that love cannot bridge the gap of the fontanian sea. love cannot bridge the gap of twenty years. love cannot bridge the gap between the letters unread and unsend, the ones that cut so deeply, when you look up and you no longer remember the shape of the sender's face.
the affair of that library of his, midnight says. kaveh's heart sinks to the bottom of where his shoes still dwell. the hand in midnight's hair tightens, just so. ]
... do you know? [ kaveh asks, soft as dust, ] What Angela did to him. To them.
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midnight starves.
kaveh's fingers continue their ministrations, one-two and long, silken strands, spun dark and shadowed spider's silk much in the way of an unkempt mane. midnight is messy. perhaps they all are. netzach loves you, kaveh thinks. but these are not words for kaveh to say, and in any case, this is something that kaveh knows: that love cannot bridge the gap of the fontanian sea. love cannot bridge the gap of twenty years. love cannot bridge the gap between the letters unread and unsend, the ones that cut so deeply, when you look up and you no longer remember the shape of the sender's face.
the affair of that library of his, midnight says. kaveh's heart sinks to the bottom of where his shoes still dwell. the hand in midnight's hair tightens, just so. ]
... do you know? [ kaveh asks, soft as dust, ] What Angela did to him. To them.