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There he stood, the warm water hitting his back with great pressure as he stared down below. It was just Kaveh and himself. As the steam of the water started to fill Kavehs eyes he came to notice - the red had become a darkened velvet colour - a colour that Kaveh quite found admirable. His hand lifted, his fingers tracing over his "artwork. As the water began to heatin up, Kaveh found his gaze stuck upon how he’d dread for this colour to go, to fade away. After all he had made a sacrifice to receive such a blessing to his eyes.
Kaveh stepped out of the shower, stood in front of a mirror he began to examine. This red it - it flowed all along his body - Kaveh however, just isn't capable of seeing it all. Plus, it isn't the same as his art. Kaveh heard a voice call for him, Alhiatham to be exact - was calling him to hurry so they could head to bed.
Awoken last, he slowly rose from the warmth of his bed. Looking to his side he met his own gaze in the mirror - staring deep into those red eyes.. Clenching his side he slowly stood up, removing his jumper from his body and placing it down beside the bed. His gaze turned from his red eyes to the red that lay still along his body - It had faded off in a way - the moisture from the water yesterday must’ve rinsed the dried colour off.. With a sigh, Kaveh began his art work once more.
A couple days had passed, and I noticed a change in Kaveh. A change that happened ever so often - one that both myself and he feared.
Kaveh left right after dinner - this was odd of him. “Kaveh?” i spoke out to him.
“Hm” he hummed back at me. I sighed.
“Never mind” he nodded and dozed off into the bathroom
Kaveh was taking oddly long in the shower today, perhaps he was stuck up on his art? I called out to him - it’d semi snap him out of it. Kaveh walked into the room, not expecting my presence - he had left that of his art out into exposure. He blankly looked at me, a look of fear driven deep in his eyes. I studied, the red that traced, the violent red shade that Kaveh so thrives for, the need of red burn that can’t seem to leave him be as of recently. “Hm..” I hummed.
Looking Kaveh into the eye, I stood, he stepped back. In fear? In fear I'd be mad at him? Upset at him for creating what he knew to be an art? What he found was what he needed?