[ 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]

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.