[There is no need for Alhaitham to ask Kaveh if he's ready. Kaveh was ready first, after all. But there is a need, he realizes, for Kaveh to ask Alhaitham if he will be alright. That being ready is not the same thing.
Alhaitham looks back. There is no imposition of blood on too pale skin. Alhaitham's eyes have always seen more clearly than most. But there is, tucked back in his mind, that reality. There will be one that's even more gruesome ahead of them, because Alhaitham will not allow Kaveh to watch him die first.
Alhaitham's arms unwind. He closes the gap between them in three steps and takes Kaveh's face in his hands. And then he draws into a kiss, one that is firm, one that lingers upon their lips in the warmth and sting.
It's a promise.] We will be alright.
[Kaveh, and Alhaitham, and Kaveh and Alhaitham. Because they will make it so, and when has anyone else been able to decide their fates for them?]
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Alhaitham looks back. There is no imposition of blood on too pale skin. Alhaitham's eyes have always seen more clearly than most. But there is, tucked back in his mind, that reality. There will be one that's even more gruesome ahead of them, because Alhaitham will not allow Kaveh to watch him die first.
Alhaitham's arms unwind. He closes the gap between them in three steps and takes Kaveh's face in his hands. And then he draws into a kiss, one that is firm, one that lingers upon their lips in the warmth and sting.
It's a promise.] We will be alright.
[Kaveh, and Alhaitham, and Kaveh and Alhaitham. Because they will make it so, and when has anyone else been able to decide their fates for them?]