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WHAT: October Catch-All (open + closed)

WHERE: Poison garden, University, Around

WHEN: all through October

WARNINGS: TBA + marked in threads as necessary




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[ alhaitham steps towards him. he raises his hand. the touch on his cheek is the quality of ice melting from its peak. it skims the contour of his cheek as if tracing the path of something precious, just a rivulet of it along primordial waterbeds. they say the lord of amrita died in tungi hollow. it was said that they died to pacify the corruption that would have overtook the world. they say that the waters that sprung from the lord's body still nourish the land today. even in death, the love of the lord still flows.

kaveh is no river. kaveh is no well. kaveh is the desert that hides it. kaveh has never good enough - not for netzach, not for midnight. not for alhaitham. the world ought not move for kaveh. the world ought not try. kaveh, who has calculated the last drop of his value down to five decimal places, who knows the make of his construction and the weight of his materials, who knows his erosion down to the very year, month, day, hour, minute, second it takes - alhaitham looks at him, and kaveh thinks - it's been some time since he's understood what alhaitham was thinking.

because alhaitham, too, knows. he simply hadn't thought alhaitham cruel enough to say so. ]

... if you were going to deflect one last time, you shouldn't've said a thing.

[ says kaveh, with a voice like heartbreak.

kaveh steps back. kaveh leaves the hand on his cheek. he leaves that hand and the man who holds it out standing there by the door. ]

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[Kaveh's voice breaks upon its first syllable. It is the prelude to the words that tumble out and--

The last bit of tension snaps out of Alhaitham's shoulders. Kaveh steps back and his hand is left cold in its aftermath. His arm drops like a puppet cut of its strings. Alhaitham stands in the doorway. It's the stillness of it all. It's the inertia of it all. He expected this would happen.

Everything is always in his expectations.

There's only ash left in his throat.] What did I say? You won't understand any answer I give you.

I don't think you even want to try.

[The swift pivot of his heel. And then he's out the door.]