[ 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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[ netzach is a sight for sore eyes. the faraway lighting of the carnival lights casts him in swathes of pale yellow and submarine blues.

there are paintings like those, kaveh thinks, the ones that have recently been unearthed from the akademiya vaults after the sages who were hellbent on quashing art and culture in sumeru city were formally deposed, vaults and vaults of paintings that were quietly sequestered and which allowed their light to be dimmed and silenced for the sake of creating a world without them. there had been an art galley opening dedicated to them. there had been one like so - lights playing upon light. kaveh smiles at netzach for it; it's impossible not to. ]

Well, then. That means you've a fresh perspective on it, especially compared to those who grew up with these sort of places as children. There are those who would say they're bored of it, even, but I suspect they're simply hiding a bit of their childish joy. [ is what kaveh says as he steps forward to join netzach beneath the awning of a stall light. ] What do you think so far?

[abstractart]

Kind of hard to think anyone would be bored of it... but I don't know about childish joy either, I guess?

[he already said he's never been to one of these, but-- well. joy isn't really something he associates with childhood to begin with. not that there was anything wrong with his upbringing, he thinks, it was... it just was.

taking in the lights again, though, looking it all over...

maybe joy's not a bad way to put it.]

...I like it. It feels-- bright.

[fussiest]

[ bright, netzach says. kaveh's smile softens around the edges at that. it's balm for the minute leap of a pulse there, a single prickle of hurt like melting ice. netzach didn't know about childish joy, because netzach wouldn't've had it. not in a world where he barely was given a right to exist as himself. not after he became someone else for it.

kaveh likes the word. bright. ]

Bright in the heart, or bright in the eyes?