Zavien
The gist of his letter to Thorn was a crudely written cry for 'HELP' that only briefly summarized his need for the courtesan's expertise. It didn't go into too much detail since Zavien was already embarrassed enough as it was, but it detailed a time and place to meet, someplace none of his fellow Dragoons might find him, and where he might even be able to research some pointers on his own.
In the midst of squinting at a book called 'How to Woo a Woman', Zavien is painfully reminded on why he never reads. The words swim and spin and taunt him by flying just out of reach like imps of devilish intent. He can practically hear their shrill laughter as he presses a few fingers against his eyes, trying to will them to focus, not that this book has been any help so far.
With his anniversary trip in planning, he's been growing increasingly aware that he has no clue what he's doing or how to go about doing it. Lena's never appeared to have a problem with his fumbling and obvious inexperience with relationships, but he does. He wants her to feel cared for and loved and appreciated in all the ways a beautiful woman should, the way he craves to. The only thing that's ever stopped him is the crushing fear that he'll screw it up somehow - that he'll push too far or be too hasty or fumble in a way that makes her find him unattractive. If he doesn't act on it, he can't fail. But with the night fast approaching, Zavien doesn't want to keep denying that part of their relationship, and after everything they've been through, it feels like the only way to truly show her how much he loves her.
Lost in his own thoughts, he only barely registers when Thorn arrives, jumping to his feet to greet the man with a beaming smile and a crushing hug. "Thorn! Thank gods you're here. These books are about as good as blank with how helpful they've been." He looks around to make sure the librarians didn't catch his exclamation, but the Archives is pretty much empty, everyone outside to enjoy the Longheat weather.
Turning back, he grins again, gesturing to the other chair at the table he'd claimed. "How have you been? It's been forever."
In the midst of squinting at a book called 'How to Woo a Woman', Zavien is painfully reminded on why he never reads. The words swim and spin and taunt him by flying just out of reach like imps of devilish intent. He can practically hear their shrill laughter as he presses a few fingers against his eyes, trying to will them to focus, not that this book has been any help so far.
With his anniversary trip in planning, he's been growing increasingly aware that he has no clue what he's doing or how to go about doing it. Lena's never appeared to have a problem with his fumbling and obvious inexperience with relationships, but he does. He wants her to feel cared for and loved and appreciated in all the ways a beautiful woman should, the way he craves to. The only thing that's ever stopped him is the crushing fear that he'll screw it up somehow - that he'll push too far or be too hasty or fumble in a way that makes her find him unattractive. If he doesn't act on it, he can't fail. But with the night fast approaching, Zavien doesn't want to keep denying that part of their relationship, and after everything they've been through, it feels like the only way to truly show her how much he loves her.
Lost in his own thoughts, he only barely registers when Thorn arrives, jumping to his feet to greet the man with a beaming smile and a crushing hug. "Thorn! Thank gods you're here. These books are about as good as blank with how helpful they've been." He looks around to make sure the librarians didn't catch his exclamation, but the Archives is pretty much empty, everyone outside to enjoy the Longheat weather.
Turning back, he grins again, gesturing to the other chair at the table he'd claimed. "How have you been? It's been forever."
You don't have to prove anyone wrong.
You just have to prove yourself right.
You just have to prove yourself right.
