Zavien
Fear is pain arising from the anticipation of evil.
He could see the concern spread across her face like a dark cloud over the sky, making it even harder to keep the smile across his lips. Zavien felt the way his muscles tried to fight the movement, to release the inner emotions as Lena clutched against his chest. He didn't hesitate to pull her closer into his arms, the latent strength a vice around her, clinging to the reality of the moment. Not only was he alive, he was home. "Glad to be back." And that was the easiest truth he'd said in a long time. It may come with a list of caveats and uncertainties, but he was genuinely happy to be back in Stormbreak, reunited with those he cared about. If he could just shut out the world for a minute... maybe it could be like it was before. His eyes fluttered closed to do just that, soaking in the relief like a wave of healing warmth on his soul.
But he would find no reprieve in the dark.
A shuttering sigh left him, threatening to unravel his perfect facade in a single breath. Keeping his composure without worrying Lena was proving harder than he had originally thought it would be. Zavien looked away as he reluctantly released her, torn between trying to keep his mask carefully in place and falling into the urge to spill his guts on her walkway. "No. I - I - " He couldn't seem to breathe at the right times, unsure if the whirling of his head was a result or the cause. Regardless, he kept trying until the words fell on an exhale. "I have a lot to tell you." The nerves ran rampant through his body, his hand shaking slightly as he held it against Lena's back to follow her inside. He hoped she couldn't feel the tremor of anxiety or see the way his smile seemed to stutter with each breath. His eyes were too unfocused to truly land on anything, alternating between the house and the path, but he would make it safely to the living room without incident, even if he felt like too much and not enough time had passed. Dread pooled in his stomach at the news he had to share and what it may mean for the stability of his life.
But he would find no reprieve in the dark.
A shuttering sigh left him, threatening to unravel his perfect facade in a single breath. Keeping his composure without worrying Lena was proving harder than he had originally thought it would be. Zavien looked away as he reluctantly released her, torn between trying to keep his mask carefully in place and falling into the urge to spill his guts on her walkway. "No. I - I - " He couldn't seem to breathe at the right times, unsure if the whirling of his head was a result or the cause. Regardless, he kept trying until the words fell on an exhale. "I have a lot to tell you." The nerves ran rampant through his body, his hand shaking slightly as he held it against Lena's back to follow her inside. He hoped she couldn't feel the tremor of anxiety or see the way his smile seemed to stutter with each breath. His eyes were too unfocused to truly land on anything, alternating between the house and the path, but he would make it safely to the living room without incident, even if he felt like too much and not enough time had passed. Dread pooled in his stomach at the news he had to share and what it may mean for the stability of his life.
