rising suns and falling nights

Zavien

Grinning, he gave a consenting nod of his head. "A little bowl." Then he accepted it, propped his hips against the counter to enjoy the meal. He watched her closely, waiting for her to serve her own food before daring to indulge. Meanwhile, he listened and laughed, shaking his head at her answer. 

She was more than a little right. Koa would never let him get to that point, and he was fairly certain people were going to wonder what his desk was even for when they rarely saw him there. Still, he hummed, considering her with playful scrutiny. "Mmm. Probably not, but you didn't answer the question." 

He leaned in, smirking as he decided to answer it for himself. "I know I'd still like you if you were fat, old, maimed, or any other combination of changes. As long as you're still just as kind and caring - as long as you're still you - my feelings won't change." There wasn't any expectance for her to return the sentiment, but he hung close, curious if she'd balk as much as when he'd said those three little words, or if that pretty blush would appear back on her cheeks, sweeter than the smell of hot chocolate on her lips.

That’s How We’re Gonna Win.
Not Fighting What We Hate,
Saving What We Love.

Ah, so he’d noticed her dodge – and she laughed, for it’d been a purposeful art. Smiling at him over her bowl before taking a few sips of the soup, she hummed under her breath, content with the comforting food and the ridiculous conversation. “I do need someone to keep up with me though,” she winked. “However, I doubt I’d abandon you to your plight of the desks.”

Leaning back against her counter, she tapped the spoon against her chin, before aiming to continue, not expecting his rebuttal. For that she gasped, and though the temptation whack him with the utensil flared, she didn’t embark upon any such cruelties, the easygoing blush flushing to her cheeks. “As long as you’re still kind and caring, and you don’t let the power go to your head,” and again, she wrinkled her nose, figuring such notions would never occur. “Then I would still pick you.” Ask him to dinner on initial whims. Then, try and fulfill a life with him.

 

Lena

Zavien

"Now that's starting to sound like a challenge." He lowered his head to the bowl as he took a bite of his own food, but his eyes didn't leave hers, a teasing smirk on his lips. They certainly weren't the kind to sit around when there was work to be done, not that it meant they had to be tireless in their efforts to change the world. Sometimes they deserved to slow down too, take their time an enjoy the moments. 

Lena's gasp had him laughing, and Zavien watched the blush with quiet satisfaction. He would have found it even funnier to see her try to hit him with the spoon, but she withheld and he shook his head, humming around the bite he had just shoved in his mouth. "Mmm. Not possible. Thick skull, remember?" His knuckles rapped against his head, a hollow knocking sound echoing as he grinned at her. Still, the sentiment made his expression brighter, amusement dense in his words. "Good, because I think you're stuck with me."

That’s How We’re Gonna Win.
Not Fighting What We Hate,
Saving What We Love.

She rolled her eyes at the sentiments of a ‘thick skull’, more than a few choice words springing across her tongue. But as usual, she kept the peace, shaking her head instead. “Mm, good,” she echoed, features turning into their residual warmth and underlying mischief again – maybe a warning for Zavien of impending ridiculousness. “If that’s the case,” and here the teasing flared, finishing up her portions and starting in on the massive pots and the nearby kettle. “You can help me with storing the leftovers and doing the dishes!” After all, sovereigns, diplomats, and council members still needed to conduct daily routines and duties – they might as well have started there, retaining that aspect of normalcy.

[FIN]

 

Lena