Zavien
Never regret anything that made you smile
Maybe he had been too relaxed, too familiar with his own encounters of Frey to remember that it is two entities, two sides of a coin that he only ever sees face up. But now he's staring at the tail end of that same coin, and as surprised as he is, he can't say he's disappointed. There's an undeniable heat that's coaxed forward with sensual fingers playing on the strings of his emotions, one's that he does his best not to feel too much. Yet he doesn't have control over them this time, not when there's a familiar earthen smell in the air and dark hair falling over golden skin - very much naked skin.
Zavien senses how his face heats, how his pants feel just a little tighter, how his eyes travel before his manners have a chance to reel in his instincts. He does manage to peel them towards her(?) gaze, trying to glue them there as she speaks, too distracted to feel embarrassed for any offense he may have caused by choosing their counterpart. There's only playfulness to be found anyways, every word and movement like a stoke to set his mind towards all the sensual experiences he's resisted. His flushed face looks puzzled at the comparison to healing, not having thought it a very 'pleasurable' thing as he finally speaks uncertainly through the shock and desire, "I guess so..."
His blush deepens to a very obvious shade of scarlet when a dark brown set of eyes boldly indicates to his waist in a way that he's never seen before. Zavien clears his throat of the pressure he feels building, shifting in his knelt position as he listens to each task, thinking of very little other than who he might do them with. "Thank you, Le - " he catches himself before the name tumbles out, clearing his throat as he continues, "Frey, I will do my best." Then he rises, discretely adjusting his pants as he shuffles hastily out of the shrine, already planning to find the glotters' pool so he can plunge his head in.
[FIN]
Zavien senses how his face heats, how his pants feel just a little tighter, how his eyes travel before his manners have a chance to reel in his instincts. He does manage to peel them towards her(?) gaze, trying to glue them there as she speaks, too distracted to feel embarrassed for any offense he may have caused by choosing their counterpart. There's only playfulness to be found anyways, every word and movement like a stoke to set his mind towards all the sensual experiences he's resisted. His flushed face looks puzzled at the comparison to healing, not having thought it a very 'pleasurable' thing as he finally speaks uncertainly through the shock and desire, "I guess so..."
His blush deepens to a very obvious shade of scarlet when a dark brown set of eyes boldly indicates to his waist in a way that he's never seen before. Zavien clears his throat of the pressure he feels building, shifting in his knelt position as he listens to each task, thinking of very little other than who he might do them with. "Thank you, Le - " he catches himself before the name tumbles out, clearing his throat as he continues, "Frey, I will do my best." Then he rises, discretely adjusting his pants as he shuffles hastily out of the shrine, already planning to find the glotters' pool so he can plunge his head in.
[FIN]
