Zavien
Fear is pain arising from the anticipation of evil.
Oh, Koa, there's so much you don't know.
Zavien smiles bitterly at the compliment(?), not really sure if he should be 'proud' of his death wound. But then Koa is apologizing, and he shakes his head with a deepening frown. "Not your fault." No. It was his. For being too weak, too unprepared, too naive to make a major difference in the battle.
Similarly, the topic of Lena is raw and painful, making him visibly flinch while Sol lets out a small whine. He glances down at his hand, recalling the way his heart felt torn open more with each second. "Um... not well." To say the least. Swallowing the dread rising in his chest, Zavien continued with obvious reluctance. "I asked her to leave with me, because of -" you know. He doesn't think he needs to explain to his friend why he can't stay in Stormbreak, from one soldier to another. Or that it's not smart to say so aloud within the confines of the city.
His eyes flit up to catch a glimpse of Koa before looking away again. "I also... may have... told her I love her..." It comes out as almost a mumble, the way his face contorts in pain a physical glimpse at the power of his regret. If he wasn't so anguished, he might have blushed. Instead, he was pale, strained as he said, "She didn't really react the way I expected her to on... anything." Not that he'd really thought through the whole 'confessing' part. It had been stupid, selfish, ill-timed. But even so, he hadn't expected her response to leave him feeling so cold and alone.
When his hand reached up to run it through his hair, he gripped a little tighter, wanting desperately to pull the thoughts from his head. "Maybe it was just me... Maybe I thought there was something more..." Something long-lasting and resilient. Something real. Maybe he'd been wrong. All he knew was that he felt very very alone.
Zavien smiles bitterly at the compliment(?), not really sure if he should be 'proud' of his death wound. But then Koa is apologizing, and he shakes his head with a deepening frown. "Not your fault." No. It was his. For being too weak, too unprepared, too naive to make a major difference in the battle.
Similarly, the topic of Lena is raw and painful, making him visibly flinch while Sol lets out a small whine. He glances down at his hand, recalling the way his heart felt torn open more with each second. "Um... not well." To say the least. Swallowing the dread rising in his chest, Zavien continued with obvious reluctance. "I asked her to leave with me, because of -" you know. He doesn't think he needs to explain to his friend why he can't stay in Stormbreak, from one soldier to another. Or that it's not smart to say so aloud within the confines of the city.
His eyes flit up to catch a glimpse of Koa before looking away again. "I also... may have... told her I love her..." It comes out as almost a mumble, the way his face contorts in pain a physical glimpse at the power of his regret. If he wasn't so anguished, he might have blushed. Instead, he was pale, strained as he said, "She didn't really react the way I expected her to on... anything." Not that he'd really thought through the whole 'confessing' part. It had been stupid, selfish, ill-timed. But even so, he hadn't expected her response to leave him feeling so cold and alone.
When his hand reached up to run it through his hair, he gripped a little tighter, wanting desperately to pull the thoughts from his head. "Maybe it was just me... Maybe I thought there was something more..." Something long-lasting and resilient. Something real. Maybe he'd been wrong. All he knew was that he felt very very alone.
