[ open ] kaveh's permanent catch-all

[fussiest]

WHO: kaveh (fussiest) & y'all!
WHAT: this is a perpetual catch-all for kaveh because i'm too lazy to make a new one every month. this is for closed starters, tag-ins, visits to kaveh's workshop and the like! be wild! be bold! be free!
WHERE: all around the city, and especially at kaveh's workshop, the pairidaeza architectural design studio in district 1
WHEN: everywhere! everywhen! all at once!
WARNINGS: bickering, probably - everything else will be warned for on a thread-by-thread basis

Comments

[icanfixer]

It is the easier to say, but I cannot claim to be interested in what Ser Alhaitham learns either.

[ she eases though, unaware of the tension she'd been holding; the lines of her writing grow smooth again. ]

It has crossed my mind, for I rather like dressing up and having my pick of what to eat, and I shall miss those I have met... but it is only an idle thought. I should think any unbound would like to stay, though. It is a far better life than what one can find where they have been born, even if it is a little... how does one put it. A little unnerving at times.

[fussiest]

Oh? There are even things that unnerve you? The bravest of us all.

[ says kaveh, as he observes the lines of don's writing. ] Tell me this at least: have your thoughts on justice changed since coming here?

[icanfixer]

[ bravest of them all... when she's scared of such human things, of having human things? good that she can still be relied on, be trusted. fear does not become a hero, and she brushes it off simply: ]

It makes one restless, is all. [ nice way to put it,

though the second question stops her hand for only a moment, the slant continuing as she speaks. ] Nay, not particularly. It has grown, perhaps, more selfish... but it has not changed, nor have my preferred methods in dealing with injustice changed. True evil is a conscious act, but one without choice is a victim -- that is simple fact. It is a matter of principle.

[fussiest]

[ restless, don says, not bravery. kaveh looks. he smiles. ]

I remember. [ because he remembers, the story of that don once told. the story between choice and what was made to choose. kaveh has always thought that even inaction is a sin. but don, who charges forward, who respects autonomy - that's don, kaveh thinks. ]

But good. I think everyone ought to hold something so strongly within themselves that they would be changed if it were taken away from them. Everyone must have something that causes them to burn. But I think - we should allow ourselves to change, and we should allow that thing within us to change as well. If we don't, how can we become the best versions of ourselves? That's what I've always thought.

[icanfixer]

Something such as justice should not be changed too much 'lest it lose all meaning, nor should it soften for the same reason.

[ to what ends can someone justify something, after all? kromer can justify herself all she'd like, and it's still wrong -- not that don doesn't understand, a little, as someone who values experiences herself, and while the method is similar to herself as well... if don lingers too long on similarities between herself and that woman she grows cold, and so she puts a stopper on it.

after all, don wouldn't persecute someone for a choice that hurts no one else. ]

There is truth in thy words, however. I do not know what the best version of myself may be, but I hope that she is happy as well -- there is no point in excelling if it causes one to suffer in the same breath. [ ... ] But if it is any consolation, I have... come to understand, truly, why others may be so angered when I seem thoughtless in regards to my own life and safety.

[ it took. a while. but she's got it, after repetition from more than strangers, more than one source. that's a new version of herself. a little closer to best. ]

[fussiest]

[ kaveh's smile softens. of course it does. something as justice should not be changed too much, lest it loses all meaning, nor should it soften for the same reason - but don is more than just justice-made-form. she is a young lady who loves art, who creates with her hands and lends light to the world beyond. she is a terror of truly awful ideas and the brilliant strike of something flint and paper. don is more than just what she has carved from the world.

any consolation, huh. ]

It's more consolation than you would suppose, Don. [ kaveh says, quietly, with the soft lines of his smile like so. ] It gladdens my heart to hear it. I still remember how we first met, you know. I never told you, but I went back to Alhaitham and I yelled at him for an hour because I was so angry at you - and what you had to do. You said it was personal; I was hardly in any position to intervene. It wouldn't have been right to do so. But letting you choose to die wasn't right either, and to this day I still stand by that thought.

If you care for yourself just a little more - well, what can I do but to thank you?

[icanfixer]

[ thank her for it... such an odd thing to be thanked for, to feel gratefulness for, but that's friendship, perhaps. she beams at kaveh,

and then it slips into something quieter too. such a long time ago, that was, and yet... ]

I would do it all again, for that personal reason, even if it would make others just as angry as they did then.

[ quite an important reason, an important person. ]

[fussiest]

[ kaveh smiles. ]

If you didn't, I'd be the first to wonder who you were, Don. But at least this time, you'll do it knowing why there might be some of us being ready to cry at the train station waiting for your return.