I can do this all day.
Zavien wasn't easily angered. Even in recent months only one or two instances came to mind, particularly when there was an injustice being done to an innocent. So, as Maea's words reached him, the anger mixed amongst other emotions surprised him. It pulsed in his chest, interspersed with the pain, grief, and anxiety, only brought on by the disparaging words against his deceased mother. Yet, the other implications of life's fragility were all too fresh in his mind, being ripped open with her every word. How could he not understand? He'd been dead just over a month ago.
Finally looking to Maea's raging form, his eyes were haunted by the horrors she was stirring in him, the painful memories of being ripped apart, of embracing death. The shadows from lack of sleep had faded, but in the overcast lighting, they were glaringly obvious, speaking of his sleepless nights. They weren't the eyes of a naive, fun-loving Dragoon who'd never known loss. He didn't look at her figure, or the flickering flames, instead staring straight into her eyes with undisguised agony. "She did - with her life. But all it showed me was how important it is not to turn a blind eye." To people who needed help. To people in pain.
But as he said so, Maea pushed harder against his desire to help, tearing at his confidence. He narrowed his eyes to fight the insecurities that reared their ugly heads. "I don't know." Because what was he supposed to do to help an Ancient flinging fireballs in the middle of a river? It was certainly not something he'd ever faced before, but he knew one thing: she was hurting. Zavien shrugged his shoulders to dismiss the guilt he felt for being so useless. "I guess I thought you might want someone to hear you." And whatever may be ailing her to cause such a reaction. Now... he wasn't sure he even wanted to.
Dipping his head, Zavien tried to gather the pieces of his pride that had been shattered about. "Sorry if I misunderstood." He turned to leave, no longer willing to let her shred at his already aching heart and the little hope he had been growing there. More than happy to follow, Sol flicked his tail in dismissive farewell.
Finally looking to Maea's raging form, his eyes were haunted by the horrors she was stirring in him, the painful memories of being ripped apart, of embracing death. The shadows from lack of sleep had faded, but in the overcast lighting, they were glaringly obvious, speaking of his sleepless nights. They weren't the eyes of a naive, fun-loving Dragoon who'd never known loss. He didn't look at her figure, or the flickering flames, instead staring straight into her eyes with undisguised agony. "She did - with her life. But all it showed me was how important it is not to turn a blind eye." To people who needed help. To people in pain.
But as he said so, Maea pushed harder against his desire to help, tearing at his confidence. He narrowed his eyes to fight the insecurities that reared their ugly heads. "I don't know." Because what was he supposed to do to help an Ancient flinging fireballs in the middle of a river? It was certainly not something he'd ever faced before, but he knew one thing: she was hurting. Zavien shrugged his shoulders to dismiss the guilt he felt for being so useless. "I guess I thought you might want someone to hear you." And whatever may be ailing her to cause such a reaction. Now... he wasn't sure he even wanted to.
Dipping his head, Zavien tried to gather the pieces of his pride that had been shattered about. "Sorry if I misunderstood." He turned to leave, no longer willing to let her shred at his already aching heart and the little hope he had been growing there. More than happy to follow, Sol flicked his tail in dismissive farewell.
Zavien
