Yes, but has anyone here considered that I've never wanted the sky?
[ kaveh says with a smile, because of course he does. of course it's true. kaveh loves the sky. he loves the colour of sumeru's sky at dusk as it descends into the inky blot of purple shadow; he loves the colour of that long-imagined fontanian sunrise, the one that bathes the sky in ardent pinks and purples. but kaveh has always loved being able to build more, and you couldn't build anything in the sky. not yet. and even if you could, the ones who would turn that building into a home are the ones who exist within kaveh's reach. life sprouts from the ground. kaveh is dendro in ways that even lesser lord kusanali likely won't be able to express, though kaveh supposes that even thinking that is a kind of blasphemy. he doesn't think she would mind, though.
what kaveh also doesn't mind - the kiss to his temple, the way netzach mouths at his neck. kaveh allows it because it's midnight, and because it's netzach, and because in no universe could he stand against their desires when they have so little of it. in turn, kaveh's hand reaches up and cards through netzach's hair. he rests it there, warm and fond and perhaps a little helpless. it always came down to vampires in the end, it seems. ]
You are a good influence, Netzach. [ says kaveh, firmly, gently - ] You've made our lives for the better. This, I can say with the certainty that the sky is blue and that the story Midnight has prepared for all of us will be terribly cheesy and my blood pressure will spike because of it. A terrible fate.
[ but kaveh is smiling. the top of his head nudges the crook of midnight's neck, just once. ] Well, as long as Midnight doesn't make a villain of himself again. I'm tired of that particular story.
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[ kaveh says with a smile, because of course he does. of course it's true. kaveh loves the sky. he loves the colour of sumeru's sky at dusk as it descends into the inky blot of purple shadow; he loves the colour of that long-imagined fontanian sunrise, the one that bathes the sky in ardent pinks and purples. but kaveh has always loved being able to build more, and you couldn't build anything in the sky. not yet. and even if you could, the ones who would turn that building into a home are the ones who exist within kaveh's reach. life sprouts from the ground. kaveh is dendro in ways that even lesser lord kusanali likely won't be able to express, though kaveh supposes that even thinking that is a kind of blasphemy. he doesn't think she would mind, though.
what kaveh also doesn't mind - the kiss to his temple, the way netzach mouths at his neck. kaveh allows it because it's midnight, and because it's netzach, and because in no universe could he stand against their desires when they have so little of it. in turn, kaveh's hand reaches up and cards through netzach's hair. he rests it there, warm and fond and perhaps a little helpless. it always came down to vampires in the end, it seems. ]
You are a good influence, Netzach. [ says kaveh, firmly, gently - ] You've made our lives for the better. This, I can say with the certainty that the sky is blue and that the story Midnight has prepared for all of us will be terribly cheesy and my blood pressure will spike because of it. A terrible fate.
[ but kaveh is smiling. the top of his head nudges the crook of midnight's neck, just once. ] Well, as long as Midnight doesn't make a villain of himself again. I'm tired of that particular story.