Zavien
As she broke away from the kiss, Zavien let out a breathy laugh, giddy on happiness. His head shook at her words, caressing a hand down the side of her neck as he smiled. "I can't go without you. Come on." He then stood from the blanket, offering her a hand before leading them across the field towards the growing figure amongst the clouds. It wasn't that he couldn't do it without her, but Zavien didn't want to. For all the uncertainties still in their relationship, he wanted her at his side to share every moment with him.
His strides were long, eating up the distance with uncontained eagerness. When his eyes weren't glued to the golden silhouette, they glanced back at Lena, his smile bright and cracking wide across his face. Only once they'd reached the edge, when the bond thickened to a gilded pathway in his mind and he could see the shimmering of Sol's scales did he release her hand, stretching out his arms as the dragon dove towards them. "Sol!!" The name was echoed in a celebratory roar.
Zavien's breath was knocked from his lungs with the force of their reunion. The world around seemed to flood with color, worries and stress falling like dust from his shoulders. Sol nuzzled into his neck, excited coos and chirps rumbling through his chest like the overloud purrs of a cat, soothing every wound and injury that had been sustained in his absence. The Dragoon tightened his hold on the dragon, ignoring the coating of dirt that dampened the gold sheen of scales or the small pouch that still sat securely around his neck. He just breathed in deep and full like it was his first real breath in months. "Ooooh. I missed you SO much."
His strides were long, eating up the distance with uncontained eagerness. When his eyes weren't glued to the golden silhouette, they glanced back at Lena, his smile bright and cracking wide across his face. Only once they'd reached the edge, when the bond thickened to a gilded pathway in his mind and he could see the shimmering of Sol's scales did he release her hand, stretching out his arms as the dragon dove towards them. "Sol!!" The name was echoed in a celebratory roar.
Zavien's breath was knocked from his lungs with the force of their reunion. The world around seemed to flood with color, worries and stress falling like dust from his shoulders. Sol nuzzled into his neck, excited coos and chirps rumbling through his chest like the overloud purrs of a cat, soothing every wound and injury that had been sustained in his absence. The Dragoon tightened his hold on the dragon, ignoring the coating of dirt that dampened the gold sheen of scales or the small pouch that still sat securely around his neck. He just breathed in deep and full like it was his first real breath in months. "Ooooh. I missed you SO much."
The real tragedy is men
who are afraid of the light
who are afraid of the light
