Well, there's nothing wrong with being an architect, right? Everyone has a profession to call their own, and I've been introducing myself as that; it's second nature, almost.
[ it has always seemed to kaveh that alhaitham sees too much. there had been a time where two individuals had coexisted at the akademiya. there were days of shared exams, early mornings of dragging each other out of beds to make it to classes and late evening discussions on rooftops over existential structures. there were meetings in the back gardens where the rambutan trees bloomed profusely at certain times of the year. there were shared meals, and shared arguments, and shared growth. and then there hadn't.
kaveh has always been too little himself, and too much himself when alhaitham shares the same picture frame. he looks at him, and knows the substance of the question being proposed. they're in the lobby instead of under the stars at midnight, and kaveh asked and is asked - who is kaveh? what will he be?
it's not a question to which an answer will come easily, though kaveh suspects that if you asked alhaitham the same question, alhaitham would have something ready. something unshakeable, a conviction beyond judgment. kaveh looks up. his lips quirk, perhaps a little helplessly. ]
So... I ought to find an apartment, then. I've always wanted one with a view. Some of these towers go up quite high, and I've been wondering how they managed to build it like that.
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[ it has always seemed to kaveh that alhaitham sees too much. there had been a time where two individuals had coexisted at the akademiya. there were days of shared exams, early mornings of dragging each other out of beds to make it to classes and late evening discussions on rooftops over existential structures. there were meetings in the back gardens where the rambutan trees bloomed profusely at certain times of the year. there were shared meals, and shared arguments, and shared growth. and then there hadn't.
kaveh has always been too little himself, and too much himself when alhaitham shares the same picture frame. he looks at him, and knows the substance of the question being proposed. they're in the lobby instead of under the stars at midnight, and kaveh asked and is asked - who is kaveh? what will he be?
it's not a question to which an answer will come easily, though kaveh suspects that if you asked alhaitham the same question, alhaitham would have something ready. something unshakeable, a conviction beyond judgment. kaveh looks up. his lips quirk, perhaps a little helplessly. ]
So... I ought to find an apartment, then. I've always wanted one with a view. Some of these towers go up quite high, and I've been wondering how they managed to build it like that.