#i wanted to write something short for our light of kshahrewar's birthday ;w;

[reflective-muses]

drabble: happy birthday, kaveh!

The day was like any other.  Kaveh woke up, got dressed and ready for the day, had breakfast with Alhaitham and then got to work on drafts that needed to be revised.

He had almost forgotten it was his birthday, but it was fine.  His birthdays no longer held the same excitement as they did when he was a child.  They felt more melancholy now.

When he was little, Kaveh would run up to his father who picked him up and kissed his cheek with a wide smile.  His father would wish him a Happy Birthday, saying it was a very special day because that was the day their family became whole.  Him, his papa and his mama.

A happy, whole, little family.

After dinner, his mama and papa would bring out a cake and Kaveh would blow out the candles!  He’d try to do it in one breath, and was told to make a wish.  There wasn’t much that Kaveh wanted for when he was a child, so he would always wish for their family to be happy.

Kaveh wasn’t sure when he had zoned out, but a hand on his shoulder brought him back.  He looked up to see Alhaitham, a forever constant in his life in one way or another, and took the cup of coffee he offered.

“We have visitors,” Alhaitham told him and ushered Kaveh to the living room.

The front door opened and three grinning faces joined them in their home with well wishes and gifts.  “Happy birthday, Kaveh!!”  “Happy birthday, Mr. Kaveh!”

Kaveh met their friends with a warm smile and joined them on the divans for a small, impromptu party.

Tighnari had gifted him a succulent–a low maintenance plant for his office to brighten up the area.

Cyno had, of course, gifted him something TCG related–a custom made Casket of Tomes; it was a beautiful red with gold and white patterns painted onto it.

Collie had sewn him a little desert fox plush to go with the plant on his desk.

And Alhaitham… He had found a fairy tale book about the aranara, one Kaveh had only mentioned a few times that his father would read to him as a child.  Kaveh stared at Alhaitham as he took the book and held it close to his chest.

“How did you…?” Kaveh started.

“I don’t ignore you when you speak.  Is that what you thought?”

“No, I just…  Thank you, Alhaitham,” Kaveh smiled, “Thank you, everyone.  I love everything.”

“We’re not done yet, Mr. Kaveh!” Collie chirped as she set a cake on the table, “No birthday is complete without cake, right?”

“Heheh… Right.”

Kaveh wasn’t alone anymore.  He still had a family–a found family with cherished friends.

A happy, whole, little family.

Maybe his birthday wasn’t so bad, after all.