Zavien
He took a moment to consider the question, uncertain how to describe his interaction with Maea. Was 'bother' the right word?
Setting the assortment of foods across the blanket, he let the work distract him as he spoke, his voice slightly tense with the memory of thrown words and raging flames. "Not really... I'd been trying to help her a while ago and she said some things - things that hit pretty hard after I died, about how I didn't understand the fragility of life or something along those lines..." He winced a little, recalling how much that had hurt after everything. Along with the insults to his mother...
Zavien swallowed, setting a platter of meats out as he shrugged. "She apologized last time we ran into each other, and told me about her own struggles, but things were still too raw to talk with her about it." Pulling a bag of pastries from his own basket, he set it next to the savory items. He then made himself comfortable next to her, lying on his stomach as he brushed a hand over the soft moss. A long sigh pushed from his chest as he tried to discard any dark emotions that might dampen their picnic, giving Lena a soft smile to reassure her that he wasn't overly bothered by it. "It's just awkward more than anything. We were able to work together fine." Not that he still had any desire to tell Maea about his own experience with death, but at least they could have a professional relationship without any issues.
Setting the assortment of foods across the blanket, he let the work distract him as he spoke, his voice slightly tense with the memory of thrown words and raging flames. "Not really... I'd been trying to help her a while ago and she said some things - things that hit pretty hard after I died, about how I didn't understand the fragility of life or something along those lines..." He winced a little, recalling how much that had hurt after everything. Along with the insults to his mother...
Zavien swallowed, setting a platter of meats out as he shrugged. "She apologized last time we ran into each other, and told me about her own struggles, but things were still too raw to talk with her about it." Pulling a bag of pastries from his own basket, he set it next to the savory items. He then made himself comfortable next to her, lying on his stomach as he brushed a hand over the soft moss. A long sigh pushed from his chest as he tried to discard any dark emotions that might dampen their picnic, giving Lena a soft smile to reassure her that he wasn't overly bothered by it. "It's just awkward more than anything. We were able to work together fine." Not that he still had any desire to tell Maea about his own experience with death, but at least they could have a professional relationship without any issues.
The real tragedy is men
who are afraid of the light
who are afraid of the light
