Lena took no issue in expressing her affections for anything – perhaps, realizing after so long that there’d been no reason to hide or tuck them away. She’d done the same with everything and everyone else; Zavien shouldn’t have been any different. She did roll her eyes at the initial sentiments thereafter, wrinkling her nose at the taunt. Her gaze softened at the other notions though; because while she’d always strived to do things for the greater good, she’d never wondered or thought about the overall impact. Her selflessness was put out into the world, and she tried to mend, soothe, and tend to things as best she could. Sometimes it mattered. Sometimes it didn’t.
Laughing away the trickle of tears threatening to brim over her eyes, she opted to nod instead, holding out a single pinky finger in reels of a promise, hoping he’d snag it with his own. “Of course.” Because they could make it better together; and with their assertions of determination paired with Koa and anyone else willing to join them in their quiet subversions, maybe something could truly break apart.
But as he was leaning in, Lena truly had forgotten about the marshmallows and the cookies, finding herself studying his long eyelashes, his mouth, his gaze; no longer quite forming coherent thoughts about children’s observations or whether monsters would revere the contrasts. She could hear the whisper over the crackling logs and the surefire embers, the inquiry soft but laced and lanced with something much more enticing. She probably would’ve consented without the question, just falling right into the rabbit hole, leaning to meet him halfway. “Yes,” came on a breathless whim, a wholesome sigh; wondering if she should just do it herself and snag at him wholly – no waiting.
Laughing away the trickle of tears threatening to brim over her eyes, she opted to nod instead, holding out a single pinky finger in reels of a promise, hoping he’d snag it with his own. “Of course.” Because they could make it better together; and with their assertions of determination paired with Koa and anyone else willing to join them in their quiet subversions, maybe something could truly break apart.
But as he was leaning in, Lena truly had forgotten about the marshmallows and the cookies, finding herself studying his long eyelashes, his mouth, his gaze; no longer quite forming coherent thoughts about children’s observations or whether monsters would revere the contrasts. She could hear the whisper over the crackling logs and the surefire embers, the inquiry soft but laced and lanced with something much more enticing. She probably would’ve consented without the question, just falling right into the rabbit hole, leaning to meet him halfway. “Yes,” came on a breathless whim, a wholesome sigh; wondering if she should just do it herself and snag at him wholly – no waiting.
Lena
