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To the boy whose eyes flicker like candlelight,
See how easy it is to be poetic? You're in Haravatat, you know. You should act like it. Give it a try!
Anyway, a special day is coming up soon. Can you guess what it's for? I'll give you a hint: it involves us.
Oh, right — and by the time you're reading this letter, we'll be starting the new semester. I can't wait to see you again! I grew even taller over the break, so don't expect to be my height any time soon.
Hmm… Speaking of reading, have you studied An Ode to Khvarena? Oh, why am I asking, you definitely have. It's one of the things I lo like about you. You're honest about your interests.
The reason I bring it up is because I've always thought the desert is incredibly marvelous, full of beautiful stories and ancient technology… I have to start thinking about a thesis for this semester. And I was reading An Ode to Khvarena yesterday, and I thought to myself, "What about the desert?"
Once school is in session again, I'm going to look into Deshret's ancient ruins. Would y Want to join me?
Sincerely,
Kaveh
To you who shines on through the night,
I'm so sorry again that I missed was late to our usual meetup. Like I explained, you know I've been helping our classmates catch up on learning materials. If we're going to have anyone else stay on the research study with us, they need to fully understand the topics.
It took about half a dozen explanations, but once they all grasped it, I was able to lay my head down for a bit. Before I realized it, I was dozing off. And… well. You know the rest.
Still, that's no excuse for disappointing you. I'm sorry for the trouble.
(Did you wait long?)
On another note… I seem to have misplaced my hairpins. You know the thin little red ones? They're my fath favorites. Do you think you could help me look for them? In return, my mother sen I found this interesting spincrystal. I think you'll like the music, so you can have it.
Sorr All the best,
Kaveh
Haitham
Why did you say that? I didn't mean it You're my You were my best friend
I taped our thesis back together. Please ask me to be friends ag I want to be fr
I want you in my l I'm scared of Don't leave me, too Please don't go
But
why would you say that? How could you How dare you
Leave me alone, Alhaitham.
Kaveh
To the Akademiya Scribe Alh To whom it may concern,
I hope you've been w I am writing to officially relinquish my rights to the enclosed property deed. You will find the necessary documents for this transfer within the contents of this letter, and I have signed them as necessary.
Henceforth, I, Kaveh of Kshahrewar, renounce my claim to the Akademiya research property bequeathed to me for my participation in Decoding the Runes and Architectural Philosophy of the Ruins of King Deshret's Civilization.
From Take ca Signed,
Kaveh
Alhaitham,
I regret every word I said. I'd take it all back if I could. I hope you would, too. I really hope you know that.
Truly,
Kaveh
De To Alhaitham,
Thank you for letting me st Here is this month's rent. Don't spend it all on furniture, please. Your taste in decor is atrocious, and that is putting it kindly.
I rearranged the bookshelves while you were at work. Dusted them off, also, since it seems you haven't in a while. Your grandmother's books deserves better. You do, t
You can thank me for it later.
From Sincerely,
Kaveh
To the man whose flaming eyes never burn through their wick,
I know you are not a man who appreciates beauty. I do not think anyone who has ever stepped foot inside our your house could ever think otherwise. For the record, I cannot bear to live in a house that does not feel like a home. And a home to me means one that is decorated tolerably, at the very least.
But. Because you asked nicely… Fine. Yes, I'd be hap I can stay.
Hah. It turns out you did listen when I told you to read more poetry all those years ago, after all.
Thank you,
Kaveh
To those candlelit eyes that light up the stars and sky,
A few things:
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Yes, I remember the letter. In truth, I still have it. I'm not sure I will ever understand everything you have or haven't said. But I do understand, in the things you do for me without asking. In the little moments buying coffee or making dinner together.
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To the matter of you and I, it's really only ever been that, hasn't it? Alhaitham and Kaveh; Kaveh, Alhaitham. I'm reminded of the way we always found each other again, even on those stupid message boards. Maybe all we ever needed to do was to tilt the prism, so we might properly see the resplendent colors coming from it. At any rate, you're right — even if I can only see through my lens, it's enough that our paths still cross.
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I reject your offer. How could you even think to ask such a thing through a letter?! Fifteen years, and it's like you've never learned a thing!
This is what is going to happen:
We are going to dress up nicely. (Yes, nicer than usual. I'll iron your clothes.) We are going to visit Razan Garden. Preferably at sunset, because you know how I like seeing the stars on the walk back.
And then you're going to ask me properly, in person. With the ring you put in the envelope. (It fits, and I don't hate it, alright?)
Who knows? Maybe my answer will change. Fifteen years do that to a person. So do second chances.
I'll look forward to it… with hope.
Yours,
Kaveh