Almost every contestant in the Inter-Darshan Championship got what they wanted from the competition, though they didn't win.
-Tighnari drummed up interest in his lecture
-Cyno got the limited edition TCG card (though he obviously paid for it, but that was his own choice, Kaveh was willing to let him have it for free even after hearing that it was worth 1 million Mora)
-Faruzan attracted a student
-Layla I'm not entirely sure, I don't think she had a solid goal going into it other than to not make a fool of herself since she was nominated, but since she was being complimented by her peers and they took her out for a meal, and she did her best not to let them down, I'd say her own goals were well resolved too.
-Wanderer (Hat Guy lol) was only there to keep an eye on things per Nahida's request, and step in if he had to. I guess if anything, he got tricked into going to school now, so good for him.
Kaveh is the only one who didn't exactly get what he wanted, seemingly, though he was the actual winner of it. He broke the diadem so he never wore it, and he donated all the wealth he would have won (though he did get 1 million Mora out of it, but certainly not enough to move out of Alhaitham's house).
I think rather than winning and wearing the diadem for his late father, he wanted closure on a period of his life that causes him immense guilt and grief, represented by wearing that diadem, because he had expressed the desire for it as a child, and he believed that this was the reason that his father ended up dying later. The money I believe was very much secondary to this. Like he wanted it, but that closure was something I think meant more to him.
And he did get that, though it wasn't related to him winning. At the same time, though, the fact that it was Kaveh who won was what brought Sachin's consciousness forth. If it had been any of the others, he wouldn't have made an appearance, because that only would've happened if he liked the contestant, and Kaveh's idealism was what won Sachin over. So after hearing the truth from Sachin, and then later being told (by the Traveler or Alhaitham) that his father had met Sachin after the Championship of 20 years ago and had been the real reason for his father's gloominess and later accident, I believe Kaveh got that closure that he desired.
Like I don't think it totally got rid of that lifelong guilt he's felt, but it's a strong step toward healing for him. So although Kaveh didn't get literally what he wanted from the Inter-Darshan Championship, I think he symbolically did (and also did get 1 mil Mora out of it, too lol)
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"The value of language is not limited to words. A unified language helps to govern thoughts. Language is the bottom line, rules, weapons, and violence. By making our language unique, we can open up a special path to the relative completion of minds.
Governing thoughts may appear meaningless to some, but to others, it has a very significant meaning. Individuals' pursuit of uniqueness gives rise to various languages and media. People are controlled by language under many circumstances."
-- excerpt of Alhaitham's Vision Story
The more I stare at this, the more Alhaitham makes so much sense in a thematical way. This was from a book he read on a research trip. Was it during his Akademiya days? Post-graduation? Both make sense in their own ways.
If he was still a student, him latching onto the possibility of expressing himself in different, unconventional ways that fitted him more could explain the dissonance between him and everyone else (especially Kaveh, who obviously struggles with this).
If it was after he graduated, it would make sense he would ingrain this into himself, because he lost his best friend (his only friend) when he couldn't clearly communicate his concern when it mattered (they were young, they were stubborn, they didn't know how to deal with this type of battle between truth and grief).
Him finding wisdom, him finding ambition and hope, to communicate with someone else (someone who could show him different perspectives on life and complete his worldview) in ways that came more natural to him. It seems so easy, so trivial. There are people losing loved ones, almost their lives to get visions, and he was like "Ah, yes, communication is key."
It's ridiculous, just like him. And it's utterly lonely when no one even tries to look deeper than surface level, than from the lens of common etiquette.
And it's the perfect narrative foil to Kaveh, who praises himself for being an aesthete, who follows passion and art and values uniqueness. But communication? That has to follow strict social rules. You should be pleasant, and try to not step on anyone's toes. You should try be friendly and accommodating and helpful.
It's fascinating, that a character so set in trying to be good and find good in everything and everyone, cannot for the life of himself acknowledge that his roommate is capable of kindness and honesty, just because it doesn't follow the conventional paths.
It's mindboggling, that a character who tried his best to change the mind of a nation about art and its practical appliance to architecture, to life, and yet cannot phantom that communication also doesn't have to be just pragmatic, stiff, scripted sequence of socializing.
The absolute dissonance, the mirroring is so good, and so heart-breaking, and so frustrating. It makes me wanna curl up under my bed, and weep over these stupid geniuses.
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⊹ ‧₊˚ ᰔ pleasures of the flesh
synopsis. ⊹ ‧₊˚ ᰔ your boyfriend kaveh was skilled in many things, but especially in the bedroom // ꒰ᐢ⸝⸝⸝⸝ᐢ꒱ ♡
cw. dirty talk, soft dom kaveh (?) & skilled kaveh and passionate love making ᰔ, fem! reader
kaveh listens to your soft broken voice and admires each tone you utter towards him with a smile blown across his entire face.
and just as much as he longed to give you the world, in this, it escapes him again, the twist and crush in his stomach when he reminds himself that he’s save with you, in your arms, that whatever happens, he’d still be overflown with an intimate warmth coming from you, his soulmate.
"yesplease— ka-kaveh," your moans were comparatively breathy and tilted, as if pitched up to appear shy and vulnerable. the fault lies upon how well and content he treated your body, because he was one to always take his time with you— in his own state of mind, you had to be divine, sublime and deserved to be treated as such.
"h-hows that? gonna make it feel good, ’promise, baby, promise," he confidently mewls his words, gingerly grinding his hips into your soft insides, again a little deeper but not overdoing it, awaiting your reactions but also groaning as he caught the slight twitch on your bottom lip whenever he rubbed over the selected spots.
the feeling of love after all this time was still consuming him as intense as day one— and his digits travel over your sensitive chest to slide his palm over your breasts, handling your soft mounds with care while settling his cock inside of you. kaveh’s pale skin delicately glows red and his breath quickens when he ghosts over your erected nipples, filling him with pride that your bodies reactions were this intense and graceful.
"closer, ‘i want you closer, closer, closer, fuck— " it doesn’t need a genius to figure out that your boyfriend kaveh was skilled in this, beyond attentive with his attention fully fixed on the current motion. what a perfect and content lover he was too, because even before pleasuring your most beloved inches, kissing your lips in tune with his slow— but deep hurdles, he’d study what would turn you into a crying mess, vulnerable— or have your legs helplessly shake around his hips.
"closer? gonna get so close to you, yeah? everything my baby wants," he whispers and coats your glossy lips with his erratic breathing, "whatever my darling wants," he manages to huff out, "been wanting to feel you like this all fucking week,"
ever so slightly, he builds up your approaching climax, the prickling burn ringing and screaming across your lower area when he began to rock you back and forth his erection, back and forth back and forth, faster and more passionate with the desire to make you climax first— though clinging on you so he could look into your dilated, glistering pupils the moment you cum on his cock.
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