vohunara

[vohunara]

#⨇ LIGHT OF THE KSHAHREWAR.

[vohunara]

Anything with Kaveh and Albedo can only be wholesome, I'm in tears.

#Gently scolded... Sobs. #⨇ OOC.

[vohunara]

Um, well, actually ☝️🤓 moment

To me, it's fitting that Kaveh's artistic peak is recognized primarily through the opulence of the Palace of Alcazarzaray as it serves as an indirect window to his own relationship with art AND himself.

As someone who wants to do great things and get recognition from them, breaching the threshold of his own wisdom and crafts to make something glorious, grand, bright — only to, in hindsight, have the things that actually help people be his best works for how they encompass beauty AND practicality. Revitalizing Porto Ormos, being the brain behind the construction of schools and libraries for desert children, so on and so forth. These are really the most valuable things his hands can come up with.

It reflects back to how he perceives his skills as something fostered by the demanding and elitist nature of his trade: for things (his abilities) to have value in this universe, they have to be big and bright and expensive. The Palace serves Dori, whereas everything else serves the people of Sumeru; the former prides him as his knowledge and determination brought to the max, but the latter... well, the latter is truly what makes him feel accomplished in what he does.

#⨇ OOC. #⨇ MOBILE.

[vohunara]

       His head is the only part of his body to move out of instinct, a little tugging back to escape more fingers on his face. Or their threat, since the actual touch never happens.

       Good lord, he whispers, and proceeds on a more audible volume, ❛ No, you weren't, but that wasn't actually expected. ❜ Now, everything about his expression shifts to accommodate a tinge of disbelief. His arms are crossed, spine taut in the defense of the points they've touched. ❛ Or, inversely, I'm the perfect person to tell you about that, as I don't think either cases configure a bout of overreaction. ❜

       ❛ If any of us had, for example, screamed or pushed the table to the ground, then I would've been more inclined to agree with you— don't get any funny ideas. ❜

Hearing his complaining, her fingers jolt as if she means to reach for his face again. Common sense overwrites the reaction and her hands stay down. In their place, her head tilts, mouth pulling slightly with amusement. Kaveh's face is awfully expressive, and even the little litany of complaints borders on adorable.

"Awww, dumplin', was I too rough?" Tone teasing, her nails click together once as if mimicking a pinch.

"An' 'course it was. Got ya t' stop makin' that extra-sad face with th' big ol' puppy eyes." She leans back in her seat, shrugging, and one wing mimics the ensuing wave of her hand. "An' hey, I don't think you're th' fella t' be tellin' me about overreactin'."

#⨇ DEFAULT VERSE. #devkanya #That can be arranged and he will complain the whole time. snort

[vohunara]

kaveh doesn't have a choice. he WILL be approached by a sleepy Al-Haitham, who will lean with his chest pressing against his back and his arms curling about his waist. with his eyes still closed, he'll look immensely pleased with himself. ' 'm beautiful wife, ' he mumbles, and kisses up kaveh's neck with all the contended sleepiness in the world.

       His pen hits the notebook with the same finesse of each step taken around the room: none. 

       Kaveh has agreed to tutor the juniors during the absence of the usual professor, who's just got their new research approved by the Akademiya after tirelessly trying, adjusting and applying over and over again. This means many of his nights are reserved for reviewing and criticizing the curriculum, on top of making formal requests for changes before the academic term, and most of it is done exactly like that: by pacing around the study room, perusing the many books on the shelves and checking his sources.

       At times, inevitably, he will talk to himself — cuss out, argue as if the notes are capable of talking back on their own. And it's during one of these bouts that he's caught, made to freeze in place as arms seize him by the midriff and petulant lips graze over his skin, explore the uncovered, now warm, area.

       His voice is caught in his own throat, guarded and appeased by the praises of the other. Any strong reaction quickly dies where it would otherwise be born, and the architect's shoulders relax instead. ❛ ...Wife, huh? ❜ He laughs, snorts, and reaches back over his shoulder to weave through silver locks. ❛ Last time I checked I was, MAYBE, a boyfriend at best. Even that is up for debate. ❜ Then, for a less embarrassing conclusion, he lightly, playfully, hits Haitham's head with his notebook.

#⨇ DEFAULT VERSE. #aaleaqlania #HE'S FAST

[vohunara]

⛓ meow

Honesty check ·⨇· Here  ·⨇· @snowtombedstar

       It feels disingenuous to make it known now of all times, but there isn't much Kaveh noticed he's withheld from Tem. Given the way their relationship is, most everything else is overly straightforward and, ironically, this way of being is a fraction of the point he raises. ❛ It seems to me we'd do better by assessing the need for the brutality with each we've been treating one another. I believe we deserve to step back breathe, and be... softer. ❜

#⨇ DEFAULT VERSE. #snowtombedstar

[vohunara]

⛓

Honesty check ·⨇· Here  ·⨇· @aaleaqlania

       Does it not constitute a myriad of fragments in their story? Kaveh hasn't been entirely honest by, embarrasingly, many things in regards to Haitham. Even now, looking in his eyes, it feels dangerous to say anything out loud and risk disapproval.

       The fact it's a concern to begin with is already out of anything he'd ever admit to. It's unnerving.

       He sighs, arms crossed, and the candle burning on the corner suddenly becomes far more interesting than the Scribe's face. ❛ I don't disagree with you about the impacts of selective pressure on the food we consume, but only when you don't try to obnoxiously apply it to dishes. The differences we find in the recipe of, let's say, pita pockets today from a hundred years ago have more to do with regional customs and heritage. It's anthropological, not evolutionarily biological. ❜

#⨇ DEFAULT VERSE. #aaleaqlania #Thought this was gonna get deep? NO #Beats the dead horse of their long lasting discussion.

[vohunara]

i'm not scared, and i'm not holding your hand.

RP Starters ·⨇· Here  ·⨇· @snowtombedstar

       ❛ Right, now can you repeat that in a way that actually makes it believable? ❜ His response leaps out of his mouth immediately to pick at Tem's debatable assertion. As for the hand holding, fine, it is ruled out.

#⨇ DEFAULT VERSE. #snowtombedstar

[vohunara]

       ❛ I can't exactly say it's my first time handling drinks, but experimenting with art like this? Definitely. ❜ True as what she says might be, Kaveh still feels a tinge of frustration over an unmet expectation of his own. Eventually, the strings disappear, leaving only the phantom of their existence via faint streaks of drink point downwards in the glass. All in all, not visually 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, despite showing a result different that the idealized one.

       Like paint dripping down on a canvas, huh? The shift in perspective is welcome, he will work with that and leave pondering over the density of the dye versus their drink for later. ❛ Shall we try it? ❜

@vohunara continued from x

"Aha... there's no need to be so hard on yourself. This is your first time making this, right? Aren't mistakes like, a part of the learning experience?" Besides, looking at the drink again, Sora found that she kind of liked how it looked this way. Imperfect, sure, but it was unique! And it was probably going to taste the same anyways.

".... it... kind of reminds me of how paint looks when I just throw it on a canvas." She mused. "I think it looks neat!"

#⨇ DEFAULT VERSE. #curiouskinetic #Blend all the colors together to make a mysterious MUSH.

[vohunara]

Send ‘⛓’ and my muse will confess something to your muse that they haven’t been entirely honest about.

#⨇ PROMPTS. #For when I'm migraine-less and home... #This migraine has been plaguing me for 3 days now. I might perish

[vohunara]

       Too much? His face is cradled amidst a flurry of reassurance Kaveh dares to assume are misdirected, now making him the center and target of their talk. It's put aside for the moment, overshadowed by the comical way his cheeks overspill around Amrita's fingers and his stream of ows follows the act.

       When she lets go, he touches one side of his face and rubs, more as means to assess what the hell has just transpired than for any physical sensation it might've left behind.

         ❛ Ow. Was that really necessary? ❜ No real offense is taken to it, given the touches were, in fact, fairly light and careful. If anything, he concludes they're even for how seemingly troublesome his previous response was. ❛ Incidentally, we have different perspectives on what an overreaction is. ❜

@vohunara | from here

"Mmmm?" The shadow that falls over the blond's face gives her a start, instantly making her feel terrible. While she had only been complaining, she hadn't meant for it to be taken so seriously- especially to the point where he seemed so genuinely distressed about it. "Oh hey now, don't go lookin' like that...!"

Gently, she cups his face, giving him a little grin. It's a presumptuous thing to do, but she's a presumptuous person.

"You're awful sweet for gettin' so fussed over me bein' dramatic, but I didn't mean t' worry ya so much." A careful press, pushing his cheeks up, before her hands pull away and she laces them behind her neck with a sigh. "I'm jus' overreactin', don't worry yourself none. If I'm good at anythin', it's gettin' myself outta doin' things I don't wanna."

#⨇ DEFAULT VERSE. #devkanya #CUTE. #Treated him like mochi

[vohunara]

' there are many versions of you, and you know i'm the only one who sees them all. '

RP Starters ·⨇· Here  ·⨇· @aaleaqlania

       No, no. It has no business being this 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆. There has to be a way to demand him to take it back and have anything substantial to justify it— but, ah, even if it did... it's come to a point Kaveh doesn't want to pose this type of request, he's lost his cue, trapped himself in the web of the other's affection.

       Haitham has a keen eye. Even if it's disconcerting to be the object of his observations, he's the only one capable of making it feel right; from the highs to the lows, he's seen them all, and decided to stick around for more. Tsk.

       Rather than speaking at all, Kaveh leans towards the Scribe. His forehead finds refuge in broad shoulder, face nestled against the crook of Haitham's neck. He considers breaking silence for a moment, but the resolve dies down just as quickly in favor of hands seizing the Scribe by the waist and caressing up and down along its curve.

#⨇ DEFAULT VERSE. #aaleaqlania

[vohunara]

«Sometimes you just take the next step and the path appears. Don't fret too much».

RP Starters ·⨇· Here  ·⨇· @frozenambiguity

       That isn't the meaning behind Kaeya's words, Kaveh is sure of that. Regardless, they still remind him of their most literal sense, of the countless ruins littering the desert and their hidden ladders and inclines leading to hidden treasures. Life is not too different, so he accepts the truth in the message Kaeya delivers. ❛ Can't really argue against that, can I? You're right, plain and simple. ❜ He sighs, and runs a hand through his own hair as a buffer for his thoughts. ❛ It's tempting and comfortable to know where the next step will take us, however. ❜

#⨇ DEFAULT VERSE. #frozenambiguity

[vohunara]

it's .. close to enough.

RP Starters ·⨇· Here  ·⨇· @curiouskinetic

       ❛ Is it? ❜ Then he tries to be slower with the pouring of green dye to that glass of lemonade. The juice is thick, makes the addition struggle to sink to the bottom. Rather than blending right away, it forms small strings ending with an even smaller bead. ❛ I thought this was going to work better, he made it look so effortless. ❜

#⨇ DEFAULT VERSE. #curiouskinetic #In reference to Kaeya's mixing skills.

[vohunara]

i am fucked. i have decided to embrace it.

RP Starters ·⨇· Here  ·⨇· @devkanya

       The affirmation sits uncomfortably with him, mainly because it's broad, perhaps too personal, and Kaveh finds it necessary to take a moment to ponder whether offering commentary is called for at all. His mouth moves, as it always does when he's thinking, then closes with a sympathetic sigh as he takes the leap.

       ❛ Nothing is set in stone, ❜ his eyes scan for any adverse reaction to how he starts, ❛ I don't know to which extent you mean it, but change is always in store. ❜

#⨇ DEFAULT VERSE. #devkanya

[vohunara]

₍ 🎞 ₎   the  great   (2020 – 2023)  rp  starters  ! featuring violence, explicit language & mature themes . some lines have been slightly adjusted for rp purposes .

if the crown fits ... take it.

i promised myself a great love. that didn’t work out. 

you fired something in me, and when i look at you now, i must have you again. 

i have carried a romantic idea of people all my life.

it was an act of love, not an act of betrayal.

i saw a great love as a kind of perfect love. maybe it's not.

you're delusional about people, about the world.

that is your great gift. but it's a curse as well.

we cannot change without cost, even if it is our own.

you are always seeking for me to look at reality. well, i am, and it's horrifying. 

it is a flaw for a leader to want love so much.

you don't believe in me. i've spent my life trying to get you to.. and you just don't.

the worst thing in life is to come up against your own limitations and stumble.

i can't stop loving you when you talk, it rushes me.

no morality, no philosophy, just win.

i think you have a large appetite that is not constrained by morality.

you are complicating me.

a great love, like a great country or a great leader even ... is a flawed one.

not as fun as me. because i am known for being fun.

it's .. close to enough.

you do this, and you can't come back. i mean it.

there are many versions of you, and you know i'm the only one who sees them all.

i never thought being doomed would feel so pleasant.

i am fucked. i have decided to embrace it.

sometimes you just take the next step and the path appears. 

i look at you ... and my heart breaks. for your pain. for your sorrows.

i will not live a powerless life.

i do not wish to avoid bloodshed. what part of that plan do you not understand?

sometimes i'm so clever, i have to take a breath not to become dizzy.

i think i was angry because no one has ever not liked me.

there is no other way. i am a prisoner here.

you think me more naive than i am.

we are always not quite as good as we wish.

i don't want to kill you. you're not a bad person.

i could kill you. you are a bad person.

you're so sweet sometimes, i could just kiss you on the nose.

people underestimate the joy in suffering.

it wasn't destiny that did it. i did it.

i'm not scared, and i'm not holding your hand.

you're lying, which is both out of character and really annoying.

i am as good as dead here. that's why i have nothing to lose.

i will not be at your, or anyone's whim.

i wondered what had happened to you! well, wondered might be too strong.

#⨇ PROMPTS.

[vohunara]

Got these out, btw. Enjoy your gains, everyone!

Taps mic. In honor of any Arlecchino and Aventurine lovers, I'd like to hand out 4 welkins/express pass. So let me know, by liking this post and specifying which you'd like, if you're interested.

How? Codashop (I'll need to know UID and server) When? March 2nd Rules: 1 per person and it's welkin OR express supply pass, nothing else.

If less than 4 people show interest, they'll all get it, but if it's more... well, it'll be up to the RNG gods.

#⨇ OOC.