[ kaveh speaks. the sigh that carves through him hollows him. the interdarshan competition has hollowed him. this, alhaitham can see, without ever laying eyes on kaveh's expression. the gauze goes around and around. he pulls it firmly against kaveh's skin, winding it around his chest in even, careful loops. the gauze begins to recreate the surface of kaveh's skin. slowly, the angry red lines of half-tended wounds begin to disappear beneath the snow-white of its surface.
alhaitham recalls a thought. kaveh, amongst the carved statues of masters lining the walls of the kshahrewar hall, each marbled body forever suspended in the dance of ordinary existence. alhaitham remembers thinking thus: that kaveh seems as if one with the petrified storytellers in eternal narration, that their bodies, carefully sanded of blemish and fault is that of the light that surrounds the heart of the kshahrewar. that looking at the display, one forgets that stone, too, can be shattered.
kintsugi. an artform from inazuma that involves shattering a piece of pottery, and then slowly, painstakingly piecing it back together. the fragmented pathways are filled in with gold. one forgets that the singular act of creation is a traumatic one. ]
Putting aside all reason and logic, if these choices you've made were the right ones to make, why do you sit and allow them to haunt you? [ alhaitham carefully brushes the flaxen aureate strands from kaveh's back. he pulls the bandaging just a little tighter. arrogant, and willful, and illogical - but kaveh. it has always been kaveh. the quiet of his voice seeps into the hush. ] Why is your head bent like some criminal, burdened and guilted by the presence of your own shadow?
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alhaitham recalls a thought. kaveh, amongst the carved statues of masters lining the walls of the kshahrewar hall, each marbled body forever suspended in the dance of ordinary existence. alhaitham remembers thinking thus: that kaveh seems as if one with the petrified storytellers in eternal narration, that their bodies, carefully sanded of blemish and fault is that of the light that surrounds the heart of the kshahrewar. that looking at the display, one forgets that stone, too, can be shattered.
kintsugi. an artform from inazuma that involves shattering a piece of pottery, and then slowly, painstakingly piecing it back together. the fragmented pathways are filled in with gold. one forgets that the singular act of creation is a traumatic one. ]
Putting aside all reason and logic, if these choices you've made were the right ones to make, why do you sit and allow them to haunt you? [ alhaitham carefully brushes the flaxen aureate strands from kaveh's back. he pulls the bandaging just a little tighter. arrogant, and willful, and illogical - but kaveh. it has always been kaveh. the quiet of his voice seeps into the hush. ] Why is your head bent like some criminal, burdened and guilted by the presence of your own shadow?