Alhaitham, whose understanding derived from esoteric texts and lost languages comprehended one other area of study, be it out of familiarity or time dedicated, he couldnāt bring himself to forget it. Sorrow paints the architect in washed out monochrome, light, similar to his effervescence, seemingly bled from him. It forced his gait to slow, still, the patrons surging around him like a powerful current but alhaitham was perfectly stationary. it isnāt until Kavehās shoulders slump, his head tilted to rest on his bowed arm and his hair a dull, mournful halo, that he sighs and resigns himself to seat next to him. Silence - it was something that had never bothered him but Kaveh ? He seemed to prefer to fill the silence with anything, idle chatter or laughter, to sit beside him and hear nothing was harrowing.
ā thatās your third drink.ā He says, his tone is softer than usual, he doesnāt disguise it, Kaveh too inebriated to fully remember it tomorrow anyway. ā itās been half an hour.ā Alhaithamās matter o fact way of speaking serves no benefit here and it makes him pause, taking notice of the otherās crumpled expression. ā talk to me, you want to, I know that look.ā
@venstm || plotted from discord! || From Alhaitham!
Everything felt so warm. From the food to the air in the tavern. To the laughter of the other patrons to the lights. Yet for the Light of Kshahrewar, he might as well be on top of the coldest mountain. Or in the desert, during the coldest part of the night. It all came crashing down on him. Every single failure. His debt, his homelessness, his mother's uprupt marriage.
It all came and hit him at once. He was alone. All alone with no one to comfort him in these troubling times. No mora to his name, titles were worthless. The only thing to truly keep him company was the wine that was given to him by pity. It made it taste bitter on his tongue. Yet it was the only thing he could do. Drink. Drink. And drink some more.
Truthfully nothing in particular happened today. It all just came on him as he watched people gather around each other. With their happy little stories of life. Or the agony in their sorrows. They were surrounded by friends. While he was there, drinking alone. Living in the second floor of this tavern.
"Oh Archons." He wept into his arm. It was during these times he wished for one person. A man, no, a boy he once abandoned. His old junior from his Akademiya days. Sure the boy got under his skin at times. And sure he liked to mock him for his foolish ideals. But... He always listened. As foolish as he was, that boy always listened to him.
Often times, Kaveh could hear his young voice speak. What good did your ideals bring? A lot of times nothing. It only led to ruin, just as it did now. But it was the only thing he had now. The last thing he could hold onto as the world crumbled around him.
So it was no surprise it took him a moment to realize that someone had come to sit next to him. After all, who would want to hear a sad drunkard weep? Yet this man to sit next to him. Speaking to him as if they were familiar to each other.
Yes, he wants to speak. He wants to pour his heart out into this very cup and let someone else drown in his sorrow. Yet he couldn't. If he did, he wouldn't be no better than her now would he? The voice still ordered him.
It was a powerful voice, yet gentle. One he felt he had some familiarity with. So he forces himself from gazing at his own arm to glance up at the owner of the voice.
Between the alcohol and the tears, it's a blur. A tall man in green, with the golden lights of the bar enveloping him. He bets the man is beautiful, unlike Kaveh. He was ugly, hair a mess. Tears staining his clothes along with the wine and sweat. And eyes that were dulled out of the fire they once held. Dark circles laid under the greyed out ruby red eyes.
"Go away." He meekly pleads. "You shouldn't listen to an idiot's cries." It was evident he didn't recognize the scribe. Most likely it was due to the alcohol. Or a secret second thing. Alhaitham would never come rescue him.
Not after how poorly the architect treated him. There's been plenty of times he had seen him after their fight. Many times Kaveh wished to return to his side and apologize. But whether it was pride or his shame, Kaveh could never bring himself to say the words that mattered. Too much time had passed by now too. Alhaitham would never forgive him. He'd never come and find him.