desertrain: (02)
Kalim Al-Asim ([personal profile] desertrain) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet 2022-12-11 09:45 am (UTC)

[ Small. Jamil's not wrong, and the notion is almost comforting at this point. Maybe it's better to be infinitesimal in the grander scheme of things. A balm, to know there are greater things out there -- harder battles being fought -- than these little sorrows between them now. ]

Not far! It's just-- Ah! There it is, right over there. Do you see it?

[ And then, just as Kalim tries to grasp at Jamil's arm, he realizes they'd never released one another's hands in the first place. Have they really been like this the entire time? Ever since Kalim helped Jamil up onto Carpet?

...is it really so natural that Kalim barely even noticed it?

He doesn't comment on it, and the faint moonlight doesn't do much to illuminate the dust of a blush on his cheeks. Instead, he calmly takes his hand away from Jamil's, and uses it to point out their destination in the near distance.

Ruins. It looks as if they were once an arena or forum. A crumbling platform of clay brick is flanked in ascending rows of benches to either side and before. Broken columns behind it are the only decor that's survived.
]

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