[ 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]

[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.

[fussiest]

[ 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. ]