Zavien
Nodding his head in agreeance, Zavien relaxed into the easy joy of planned dates and time with Lena. Perhaps some might call the smile on his face stupid, but he couldn't help it when so much of their recent weeks had been stress and plotting. He'd missed this, and he felt lighter than he had in some time. "That's a good point. Everything smelled so good, but we only had time to try the one place."
He lost himself in memories for a moment, recalling more of their first day, the butterflies that had fluttered in his chest. Not unlike the feeling that was unleashed with her next suggestion. Zavien might have been staying with Lena since his death, but it hadn't exactly been in a 'romantic' setting - more out of terrified necessity than anything else. He'd gotten very familiar with her couch after all. Staying in the same room felt like something else entirely, something that immediately made him flustered. "Sure - I mean, if that's something you want to do -" A blush started at his ears as he cleared his throat, getting ready to say more than he probably should.
Luckily - like a golden angel - as if to save him from his own embarrassment - Zavien felt something that had him stilling, glancing around suddenly. It was barely a tickle, something familiar yet distant. Perhaps it was just his imagination, a hope that he was trying to manifest in the midst of so much other happiness, but it had his hand tightening around Lena's, unable to hide the way he searched the trees, the sky. His mouth sat open, breathless as he whispered, "Lena. I think -" He didn't finish the statement, too nervous to be wrong, too optimistic to ignore.
He lost himself in memories for a moment, recalling more of their first day, the butterflies that had fluttered in his chest. Not unlike the feeling that was unleashed with her next suggestion. Zavien might have been staying with Lena since his death, but it hadn't exactly been in a 'romantic' setting - more out of terrified necessity than anything else. He'd gotten very familiar with her couch after all. Staying in the same room felt like something else entirely, something that immediately made him flustered. "Sure - I mean, if that's something you want to do -" A blush started at his ears as he cleared his throat, getting ready to say more than he probably should.
Luckily - like a golden angel - as if to save him from his own embarrassment - Zavien felt something that had him stilling, glancing around suddenly. It was barely a tickle, something familiar yet distant. Perhaps it was just his imagination, a hope that he was trying to manifest in the midst of so much other happiness, but it had his hand tightening around Lena's, unable to hide the way he searched the trees, the sky. His mouth sat open, breathless as he whispered, "Lena. I think -" He didn't finish the statement, too nervous to be wrong, too optimistic to ignore.
The real tragedy is men
who are afraid of the light
who are afraid of the light
