[ 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

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cw: death!!!! aka midnight's kaveh kill count rises to 2

[fussiest]

[ kaveh would have seen this coming if it weren't for the fact that he was blind. no, kaveh thinks, distantly, the thought ought to have been 'should'. should is the word for it. but kaveh can no longer see. he remembers, in this story, how the architect had gotten oripathy. his father had been shipped back in a container, you see. and kaveh, he had wanted to see. needed to see.

midnight drinks. the sanguinarch drinks. it's the fury in kaveh that has his shaking hand drag itself to midnight's hair. it's the sudden, vaulting terror that has him pull. ]

Midnight. [ kaveh says, with the soft, quiet futility of a script already written, but he pulls. because the architect doesn't remember, but kaveh does - an alleyway, a mall, the fevered smile of a man who had been alone that day, and that single, solitary confession over midnight's dripping blood: it had been in his food. kaveh couldn't allow it, for his blood to be the one to taint midnight again. midnight doesn't have oripathy here.

kaveh says again, ] Midnight! Stop.

[ and it's a whistle of a word, the tailend of a cry. kaveh is crying, he realises. of course he is. as usual, when it comes to midnight, kaveh has come too late. ]

(league of legends announcer voice) DOUBLE KILL

[unrequite]

[ Midnight draws his fangs from Kaveh's skin. He does not wait. He bites down again. And then again. Expedience is key, here.

When he kisses Kaveh on the neck again, his mouth leaves bright red lip marks. Black smoke fills his eyes, his nose, his lungs. He breathes in deep. ]

Shh, shh. Wait for me, my love, my heart. I'll be along as soon as I can.

[ The Sanguinarch puts his head down, pulls easily away from Kaveh's desperate, out of character fingers, and drinks until that hand falls.

Once he's finished, he lazily tilts his head back, nuzzles against cooling skin. Mouth still smeared red, he walks forward, places his burden on the chair. Arranges his hands, closes his eyes. Wipes under blonde lashes with his fingers, drying tracks of salt and water.

One last kiss to the mouth. Sit here and wait for me, my darling. I'll be back.

The Sanguinarch turns, steps five paces, opens the door, and leaves the room. ]