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#he is so so sad and amazingly empath on molecular level
blueparadis · 1 year
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When Kaveh meets you for the first time after hearing about you for months, not only from your boyfriend but also from cyno and Tighnari his curiosity is at the verge of destruction. He feels like he is standing at highest of the high mountains while unable to see anything, neither the moon nor the sun only vast stretches of barren land.
And when he finally sees you, standing beside al haitham. You are so close to him, hand curled around his hefty arms and your boobs grazing against his biceps occasionally when you laugh. He is watching you from distance admist the dizzy crowd; he feels so hollow — he can hear it, the hollowness in himself — it's loud, almost sounds like blowing air through a pipe. He smiles before walking towards you thinking there is no greater tragedy than someone being unaware of their art in them.
He talks to you, has you fairly comfortable around him because yeah, he is easy like that — After sharing a few shots of vodka, he starts to roll a joint. As he rolls he starts to talk. “You know what they say about beauty?” He taps the rolled joined on the hand rest of the couch. “they say it comes from others... other's love.” He looks at you “your mom and dad did not work hard enough otherwise you would have been a van gogh reincarnate”
You, an art clutz who looks even more confused than before trying to think he is just playing with you, claiming this as one of his mischiefs but when he leans down, close enough to whisper past your ears, to wry your confusion away. “They didn't make enough love to each other, but I could change that,” He leans back up. “but that's not my job, anyways.” his eyes landing on al-haitham who is walking towards both of you.
Al-haitham sits beside you while Kaveh lights the joint, the lighting exuding his carmine eyes and watercolored eyelashes. Your eyes are still settled on him until he passes you the joint, blowing out the smoke in other direction yet his eyes transfixed on you. Taking a drag from the joint you spoke with no hesitation.
“You're kaveh, right?” that earns you nothing but a head-tilt with raised eyebrow. “tell me more about your mom. . . maybe your dad too.” and that makes him flinch, for the first time since he saw you. He smiles that signature smile of his dripping with jealousy, madness and anger. How dare you touch the part of his that he never touched before?
“Well, maybe some other time.” He leaves the seat without taking his joint. “and another place when we are both sober,” he mumbles to himself walking away from you. You glance at al-haitham who looks a little amused at your theatrics before following his former roommate, resting his arm around his shoulder. You watch them talk and laugh as your blunt becomes shorter. He didn't even steal a glance, not once. Ah! he is certainly more interesting than Al-haitham.
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