You make yours so spicy you can't even taste the actual meat!
[Kaveh maybe your spice tolerance is akin to a baby or someone from Mondstat.
It's easier to focus on that then the still gaping wound in his chest. He'd been the one who tore his own heart out. He'd been the one who shattered everything in the face of a truth he could not handle, a cleaving wound that opened up his broken heart to the sunlight.
He had hated Alhaitham. Resented him, truly. And yet, even then, even as they spoke only in angry letters to academic journals, whenever he'd completed a project, the first person he'd wanted to share it with was...
He wasn't there. And it was Kaveh who'd done it.
But with pain and time comes wisdom, and Kaveh thinks the men they were--still barely more than teenagers, only just on the threshold of adulthood--could never have learned to bend. He is older and tireder now, and he understands only now what Alhaitham had really meant that day. They cannot go back.
my deepest apologies to anyone stalking this, they're ridiculous.
[Kaveh maybe your spice tolerance is akin to a baby or someone from Mondstat.
It's easier to focus on that then the still gaping wound in his chest. He'd been the one who tore his own heart out. He'd been the one who shattered everything in the face of a truth he could not handle, a cleaving wound that opened up his broken heart to the sunlight.
He had hated Alhaitham. Resented him, truly. And yet, even then, even as they spoke only in angry letters to academic journals, whenever he'd completed a project, the first person he'd wanted to share it with was...
He wasn't there. And it was Kaveh who'd done it.
But with pain and time comes wisdom, and Kaveh thinks the men they were--still barely more than teenagers, only just on the threshold of adulthood--could never have learned to bend. He is older and tireder now, and he understands only now what Alhaitham had really meant that day. They cannot go back.
But they could be something else, couldn't they?]