[ 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

[limbical]

[With a soft sigh, he stands up from his crouch and then shakes his head at Kaveh.]

No need to apologize. I like to think we made some good progress, didn't we? [Be it personal affairs or professional.] Do whatever it is you have to. You know where to find me, if you need.

...I'll see you alter, all right?

[fussiest]

[ kaveh looks. he hesitates.

and then: ]

Wait. One more thing. [ ... kaveh reaches into his tote. he takes out two letters. white plain envelopes, wax-sealed. both have names printed on it in kaveh's printing-press slantwise cursive, each letter as precise as if it were a woodblock print made form.

on one envelope: midnight. on the other: alhaitham. ] Will you take these back with you? To your office, I mean.

[limbical]

[His lips purse as he gazes down at the envelopes, a small frown on his face. It isn't his business, whatever is in these, but he is puzzled.]

I will, but why exactly am I taking these from you?

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[ kaveh hands are still. ]

If I die, please give Alhaitham and Midnight these envelopes. They're for them to read. [ for the organs; for the aftermath. ] I can't guarantee they will make your work easier, but neither of them will blame you for it. The decision has always been mine.

[limbical]

[There is a pause.

A concept that he doesn't care to think of, but he cannot promise that their futures will be full of life and light. At the end of last month, he killed Vergilius and was not even certain if or when the man would revive, but was determined to stay at that haunted house and wait for him. He had begged the dying Red Gaze to please come back, to come back to him, and Vergilius promised to try.

Death may not be permanent here, as far as they know, but when does that rule change, when rules have changed before? And that was a possibility that broiled fear in his heart that awful night where he struggled to regrow his arm.

Daan reluctantly takes the envelopes.]

All right. I'll make sure they're delivered, if that should come to pass.

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[ kaveh nods. he looks. he has, kaveh thinks, burdened daan with more than his lot to bear. he owes this man more than kaveh knows how to express. the guilt comes again, it always will. but perhaps it hasn't mattered in a long time, what drives kaveh forward, so long as the good is being done with his two hands.

daan accepts the letters. kaveh breathes out. ]

Thank you.

[ kaveh's hands return to his side. ]

... I have to go. And yes, I'll see you after. Try the mortadella. [ kaveh smiles. ] It won't kill you to eat something with proper taste, once in a while.

[ with a backwards wave, kaveh goes. ]