![]() ![]() This made sense to his drunken mind, so in spite of his inevitable oncoming migraine and terrible hangover he was bound to have in the morning, he sat down at his desk in his room and got to work, hoping the spirits flowing through his veins was enough to let him draw something of worth. He had originally intended on going straight to bed, but he took in the desolate house and his thoughts turned back to Alhaitham, and his lack of inspiration, and his debt, and how everything that had ever happened to Kaveh at this point in his life must be Alhaitham’s fault. As he struggled to stay upright, all the alcohol he had previously consumed now seemed to catch up with him, and he eventually gave up on freeing his feet and instead made his way to his room. He stepped into the open hallway and almost tripped trying to get his shoes off his feet. When he ultimately stumbled his way back to his accommodations, he fumbled with the keys for a bit and turned the door. Now, here he was, trekking back to his stuffy room with only the houseplants for company. Alright, maybe that was a stretch, but the thought alone was enough to force him out his room and onto the streets, his feet following a path he could walk in his sleep to the tavern. It was just that he’d sooner see his palace catch flame before ever admitting he was beholden to Alhaitham and his… kindness. ![]() It wasn’t that Kaveh wasn’t grateful for the free housing and free liquor Alhaitham provided. ![]() He liked to hang that over Kaveh’s head when Kaveh was being especially bratty, taunting him by reminding him of his current living situation. Alhaitham would never let him live it down, for sure. He groaned in frustration when he thought about the major debt he had accumulated from that. It seems all motivation had exited his body as soon as the finishing touch was put on his palace. Not that he was currently making anything of note anyway. Alhaitham had been gone for a while, and Kaveh found he worked best when there were no pesky scholars around to annoy him and insult his craft. It was a typical night, Kaveh was in his room working on sketches and ideas for things that will never see the light of day. He wanders around some more, gazing up at the more intricate carvings one can find on the regional architecture here, and his mind drifts back to why he was at the bar in the first place. Hell, just being out of that apartment and away from his insufferable roommate feels like a breath of fresh air. A cool breeze sweeps through the streets, and despite being dizzy enough for it to knock him over, Kaveh can agree that it feels nice across his back and through his hair. He finds many shots of the strong stuff somehow enhance the colors and etchings of the proud edifices. Now, Kaveh likes to think he doesn’t drink much (his growing tab under Alhaitham’s name says otherwise), but after he downs a substantial amount of alcohol and is wandering around town, trying to remember the way back to his shared apartment, he can’t help but think the columns and arches of the city’s buildings look even more stunning than usual. It’s a warm summer night, perfect for being out and about in the main parts of the city. Despite his obvious reluctance to do so, that’s exactly what Kaveh finds himself doing. He figures he needs something to occupy his time instead of going to Lambad’s tavern and getting plastered, hoping to find creativity in the swirling ambers of fine Sumerian liquor. Lest he wants people knowing he is in major debt and currently taking up residence with the bane of his existence. When Kaveh finishes his grand masterpiece, the Palace of Alcazarzaray, he realizes he needs inspiration. ![]()
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