Zavien
A soft pattering across his skin brings him back from the darkness, easing him into consciousness with more gentleness than before. The shifting of the world around him makes his mind feel weightless in his head, drifting oddly. It's both comforting and disorienting.
And the smell of lavender... like a familiar embrace.
The wetness of raindrops causes his eyelids to flutter, and he lets out a soft groan. This sure is a strange afterlife. Is the rain supposed to be symbolic? Maybe it's droplets of blood. Yet it somehow eases the pain to a dull throb, enough for him to hear a distant voice. A deity? His subconscious? Another lost soul?
Zavien tenses, aggravating the sharp agony as he gathers the courage to face whatever it is with cracked eyelids. They feel heavy and awkward, like waking from a deep sleep. Through the haze and filmed, he's relieved not to see red splashes of blood or large yeti monsters looming over his limp figure. Instead, a familiar face blurs into view. A name filters through the fuzziness enough for him to feel even more confused. "Sun-ja-ta?" It comes out breathy without any support or understanding, broken with gruff raspiness. "Are - are you dead too?" The squinting of his eyes makes his head throb, and he closes them gently for a moment, clinging to whatever reality he's in.
And the smell of lavender... like a familiar embrace.
The wetness of raindrops causes his eyelids to flutter, and he lets out a soft groan. This sure is a strange afterlife. Is the rain supposed to be symbolic? Maybe it's droplets of blood. Yet it somehow eases the pain to a dull throb, enough for him to hear a distant voice. A deity? His subconscious? Another lost soul?
Zavien tenses, aggravating the sharp agony as he gathers the courage to face whatever it is with cracked eyelids. They feel heavy and awkward, like waking from a deep sleep. Through the haze and filmed, he's relieved not to see red splashes of blood or large yeti monsters looming over his limp figure. Instead, a familiar face blurs into view. A name filters through the fuzziness enough for him to feel even more confused. "Sun-ja-ta?" It comes out breathy without any support or understanding, broken with gruff raspiness. "Are - are you dead too?" The squinting of his eyes makes his head throb, and he closes them gently for a moment, clinging to whatever reality he's in.
Find a place inside where there's joy,
and the joy will burn out the pain.
and the joy will burn out the pain.
