Zavien
Grinning at her returned kiss, Zavien's eyes gleamed green and gold and full of mischief as he asked, "Who said anything about 'rescue?'" Being lost meant no one would find them. They could escape the world - their only worry being whether they made it out of the forest. And best of all, they'd be stuck together.
He didn't think it sounded like such a bad deal.
But eventually the world would catch up with them. Their responsibilities and innate loyalty to Stormbreak would summon them out from the quiet canopies that had given them a moment of ignorant reprieve. And they would be thrown back into the fray. But for a moment - just a moment - they might be able to pretend that they were just a couple lost in the woods.
Sadly, that day wasn't today, and Zavien nodded his head at the thought of all the things King's End couldn't give them. He missed Erica's nagging and the kids pummeling him in the Silk Houses and the dirty training grounds and the cacophony of the Celestine's residents and the lumpy feel of Lena's old couch and the dizzying heights over every corner of the city. It made his smile a little somber, quiet in the memories as he said, "Yeah..."
At least some things would never change, and his laughter coiled between them, warm and content for what they do have. "Herbs are good." Because amongst all the things, growth and budding life reminded him of hope and new beginnings. If they could do something as little as start a garden that cultivated healing during such a painful time, who was to say they couldn't eventually do the same for Stormbreak? Maybe they'd find themselves home sooner rather than later.
"I know we still have to set up the new Dragoons Headquarters, and there's the matter of the Regional Quest, but other than those minor details," he chuckled lightly, looking down to her again, "what's next on the agenda?" Projects and goals and things to keep them centered, to keep them sane.
He didn't think it sounded like such a bad deal.
But eventually the world would catch up with them. Their responsibilities and innate loyalty to Stormbreak would summon them out from the quiet canopies that had given them a moment of ignorant reprieve. And they would be thrown back into the fray. But for a moment - just a moment - they might be able to pretend that they were just a couple lost in the woods.
Sadly, that day wasn't today, and Zavien nodded his head at the thought of all the things King's End couldn't give them. He missed Erica's nagging and the kids pummeling him in the Silk Houses and the dirty training grounds and the cacophony of the Celestine's residents and the lumpy feel of Lena's old couch and the dizzying heights over every corner of the city. It made his smile a little somber, quiet in the memories as he said, "Yeah..."
At least some things would never change, and his laughter coiled between them, warm and content for what they do have. "Herbs are good." Because amongst all the things, growth and budding life reminded him of hope and new beginnings. If they could do something as little as start a garden that cultivated healing during such a painful time, who was to say they couldn't eventually do the same for Stormbreak? Maybe they'd find themselves home sooner rather than later.
"I know we still have to set up the new Dragoons Headquarters, and there's the matter of the Regional Quest, but other than those minor details," he chuckled lightly, looking down to her again, "what's next on the agenda?" Projects and goals and things to keep them centered, to keep them sane.
That’s How We’re Gonna Win.
Not Fighting What We Hate,
Saving What We Love.
Not Fighting What We Hate,
Saving What We Love.
