Work Text:
what does a scribe dream of?
in his slumber, his vision drifts to the beach on their trip to fontaine.
he’s the sand that receives kaveh’s feet.
he’s beautiful.
how his golden hair blew in the sea breeze.
how the sun’s final moments kissed his skin.
he’s the glass of kaveh’s mirror.
he gazes into deep crimson eyes.
he’s working hard.
his hands are steady.
his lines are crisp.
it was perfect.
he was perfect.
even as sand or mirror,
kaveh was always beautiful in his eyes.
alhaitham, the sand
kaveh, the waves
alhaitham, a mirror
kaveh, the reflection
and even when the seraphims send flames and the cherubs aim their bows,
alhaitham will always love kaveh.
and even when the bows release,
it will all be the same.