Zavien
spread love everywhere you go.
Grinning stupidly at the kiss, Zavien felt the butterflies in his chest flutter pleasantly. "I'm glad you like it. I was worried the arrangement might have been a little much." Considering they hadn't seen each other in so long, it had seemed appropriate to put in some effort, although there was always the question of whether he'd put in too much effort. He didn't want to scare Lena again, but it was also so hard not to show her how much he cared.
At her invitation, he settled beside her on the blanket, already captivated by the view in both directions. Groaning through a playful smile, he shook his head. "Where to start..." Zavien struggled to gather a semblance of coherent thought so he could describe how much had happened in their weeks apart. Leaning back on an elbow, he tilted his head to the stars. "I've been doing a lot of training - as planned - and a little bit of traveling. I met with Tal in King's End first. I had some difficulties with my scar pulling while we fought, but he suggested using... bear fat? and... horse lin-lemon-lemonent?" Chuckling, he shrugged his shoulders as he looked to Lena. "I'm not really sure what that one is, but the bear fat has helped a lot with loosening up the scarring on my side. It doesn't pull as much now, which is good. I feel almost...normal again." He said the last part with a smile and a small blush, realizing how strange it must sound. But the distance from Stormbreak, training, and multiple discussions had helped him reach a new 'comfort level' with his recent experiences. There were still the matters of nightmares and insecurities that reared their ugly heads, but it was still better that he'd been before.
Turning his gaze back to the stars, he tried to find his timeline again. "Alys asked to meet in the Greatwood a few days ago, so I ended up here next. Our conversation was... painful." His voice was quieter, a small wince appearing on his face. How else was he supposed to describe the ripping of his heart and anxieties as he relived his death? Zavien swallowed the discomfort so he could explain why he would describe it as such. "She's working on a quest from Mort to get Sascha back and needed to know about my... death and all." His hand moved suggestively to detract from the word he still had difficulty saying, like it might lighten the experience to something less permanent.
Not wanting to dampen the mood with such depressing topics, he cleared his throat, smiling softly as his eyes met Lena's again. "But then she helped me with my quest and we got some delicious jelly. I actually brought some for today! You'll have to try it!" Twisting, he pointed to the platter of bread, cheese, jelly, and other random things the shopkeeper had recommended to him. It was probably way too much for the two of them, but Sol would be more than happy to eat the leftovers along with Mittens.
Zavien shrugged his shoulders as he added, "Otherwise, I recently trained with an old Dragoon, Liam." He nearly asked if she knew him until he realized just how much he'd been rambling. Laughing lightly, he ran a hand through his hair, a subtle blush across his cheeks. "Sorry. I think I'm talking too much. How have you been? How was your trip here? How is Stormbreak?" His eyes searched her, eager to assuage any fears or guilt about having left her alone in the infected city. At least he knew she wasn't infected, his ring pleasantly cold against his skin.
At her invitation, he settled beside her on the blanket, already captivated by the view in both directions. Groaning through a playful smile, he shook his head. "Where to start..." Zavien struggled to gather a semblance of coherent thought so he could describe how much had happened in their weeks apart. Leaning back on an elbow, he tilted his head to the stars. "I've been doing a lot of training - as planned - and a little bit of traveling. I met with Tal in King's End first. I had some difficulties with my scar pulling while we fought, but he suggested using... bear fat? and... horse lin-lemon-lemonent?" Chuckling, he shrugged his shoulders as he looked to Lena. "I'm not really sure what that one is, but the bear fat has helped a lot with loosening up the scarring on my side. It doesn't pull as much now, which is good. I feel almost...normal again." He said the last part with a smile and a small blush, realizing how strange it must sound. But the distance from Stormbreak, training, and multiple discussions had helped him reach a new 'comfort level' with his recent experiences. There were still the matters of nightmares and insecurities that reared their ugly heads, but it was still better that he'd been before.
Turning his gaze back to the stars, he tried to find his timeline again. "Alys asked to meet in the Greatwood a few days ago, so I ended up here next. Our conversation was... painful." His voice was quieter, a small wince appearing on his face. How else was he supposed to describe the ripping of his heart and anxieties as he relived his death? Zavien swallowed the discomfort so he could explain why he would describe it as such. "She's working on a quest from Mort to get Sascha back and needed to know about my... death and all." His hand moved suggestively to detract from the word he still had difficulty saying, like it might lighten the experience to something less permanent.
Not wanting to dampen the mood with such depressing topics, he cleared his throat, smiling softly as his eyes met Lena's again. "But then she helped me with my quest and we got some delicious jelly. I actually brought some for today! You'll have to try it!" Twisting, he pointed to the platter of bread, cheese, jelly, and other random things the shopkeeper had recommended to him. It was probably way too much for the two of them, but Sol would be more than happy to eat the leftovers along with Mittens.
Zavien shrugged his shoulders as he added, "Otherwise, I recently trained with an old Dragoon, Liam." He nearly asked if she knew him until he realized just how much he'd been rambling. Laughing lightly, he ran a hand through his hair, a subtle blush across his cheeks. "Sorry. I think I'm talking too much. How have you been? How was your trip here? How is Stormbreak?" His eyes searched her, eager to assuage any fears or guilt about having left her alone in the infected city. At least he knew she wasn't infected, his ring pleasantly cold against his skin.
let no one ever come to you without leaving happier.
