Zavien
'Blundered' wasn't the right word when Zavien was trying very hard not to read too much into the suggestion. Of course he wanted to spend the night with Lena - and all that might entail - but he didn't want it to feel like he was pressuring her, or risk not meeting whatever expectations she may have. He'd never wanted to come off too strong, not sure how to approach something he's never done without looking very much a fool. Not that he hadn't thought or dreamt about it, but he didn't want Lena to think that was the only thing he cared about, to think that his feelings might be so shallow.
And thus, their overly considerate hearts stuttered and crashed apart in spectacular fashion, his grasp on her hand tightening as he interjected, "No! I -" But time ran out for explaining himself when the bond glittered so close, and Zavien was forced to pause whatever words he might have fumbled through.
He nodded mutely at her broken question, staring off into the distance where he could feel the golden strand growing stronger with every second. His eyes nearly watered; anticipation, joy, and overwhelming relief tightened his chest and throat, the emotions so strong that he could scarcely breath. Slowly, cautiously, he sat up on the blanket, waiting.
When a flicker of golden movement moved across the twilight horizon, Zavien finally took a breath, the air useless around the laughter that bubbled. He immediately turned to Lena, his smile brighter than morning sunlight refracting through diamonds. "He's back." Then he kissed her, swelling with so much happiness that he couldn't contain it, and all the more grateful that she was there to share the moment with him.
And thus, their overly considerate hearts stuttered and crashed apart in spectacular fashion, his grasp on her hand tightening as he interjected, "No! I -" But time ran out for explaining himself when the bond glittered so close, and Zavien was forced to pause whatever words he might have fumbled through.
He nodded mutely at her broken question, staring off into the distance where he could feel the golden strand growing stronger with every second. His eyes nearly watered; anticipation, joy, and overwhelming relief tightened his chest and throat, the emotions so strong that he could scarcely breath. Slowly, cautiously, he sat up on the blanket, waiting.
When a flicker of golden movement moved across the twilight horizon, Zavien finally took a breath, the air useless around the laughter that bubbled. He immediately turned to Lena, his smile brighter than morning sunlight refracting through diamonds. "He's back." Then he kissed her, swelling with so much happiness that he couldn't contain it, and all the more grateful that she was there to share the moment with him.
The real tragedy is men
who are afraid of the light
who are afraid of the light
