Zavien
Strike hands with me. The glass is brim.
The dew is on the heather.
Their laughter may be attracting attention, but Zavien has no intention of stopping. Leaning forward with curious disbelief, he voices his earlier thought, "How does a pumpkin look lost?!" His laugh is innocent and free, a contrast to the hushed words and stolen kisses that occupy the other corners. The dew is on the heather.
The playful jab has the Dragoon pointing his finger. "You know I do!" His reference is obviously to the last time they'd seen each other, sharing Zavien's bed after a long day of decorating and stuffing themselves with Erica's food. If Hawthorn remembers, not only does Zavien sleep like the dead, he snores so loud that it could rival most foghorns, not that it bothers him. Instead, he chuckles at the thought, sure that the courtesan is just too nice to comment on his obnoxious sleeping activities.
Thorn's uncertainties about the Academy have Zavien wondering what kind of familial relationship would give the man so much anxiety about visiting the area, but he tries to keep his attitude light and friendly. Perhaps that would be a topic for another day. "Well, it's not like you'd have to move there. You could probably get away with a few short visits a year." 'And avoid your family' was the unspoken part as he turns back to lighter emotions. His hands come up in mock surrender, his smile teasing. "Whatever you say." Although now that he knows that they're all friends with each other, ideas of fun guy trips come to mind. It might be a fun break from all the purple stressors.
Zavien splits his face in another wide grin as he talks about the other brothel. "I've heard! I really want to try it out!" (In a non-sexual way, obviously. ;P) Taking a sip of his beer, his curiosity piques and he places his head on his propped fist in interest. "What's the coolest thing you've seen it as?"
And love is good, and life is long,
and friends are best together.
and friends are best together.
