Work Text:
Kaveh lies his head on his work table revision after revision of the same dang commission his client has asked him to revise until it's nothing he can be proud of making. He's tired. Tired of taking on jobs for clients that could care less about the form of the architecture as long as the function is good. He understands that, he really does because no matter how lovely something looks if it cannot perform it's job well it's useless. Pointless.
He sits up and rubs at his eyes trying to rid the mist that forms so he can make sense of the blurring lines and try again. There's whispers in his mind as he works erasing this and adding that to the blueprints but he tries to ignore them as best as he always does. And when he finishes for the night and the whispers become louder he leaves for the tavern and drinks to quiet the noise.
They find him with a few cups and snacks scattered around the table as he mumbles and groans about his troubles to no one but himself to hear. He raises his head in a drunken daze as something is placed in his hair. He pats at the spot roughly but pauses when he feels the cool and soft texture of petals.
He turns his head to see his love smiling at him and in the reflection of the glass of water they hand him he sees the white with dyed violet center. "A little pick-me-up for my favorite hardworking architect." They say and it only makes his eyes water again. He rubs at them as discretely as he can but it doesn't matter he knows they know he's crying. But he's grateful as the whispers grow quiet and he is surrounded by their embrace and the scent of padisarahs.