Zavien
Fear is pain arising from the anticipation of evil.
Glad he didn't have to clarify what his plans were, he waited patiently for Lena to get situated. His eyes followed the slope of her neck, momentarily distracted before he gave a quiet laugh. "I want you to actually relax and enjoy this weekend." And if that meant he had to learn how to give massages just to force out her tension now and in future instances, Zavien would set to the task with unparalleled determination.
It meant that he was perhaps a little overzealous in his attention. Like a warrior assessing a battlefield, he set his hands to her shoulders, pushing and pressing to feel out where the weak points were. He did his best to be gentle, but he'd been massaging his own sore muscles for years, and he knew that when he felt resistance, that was where he needed to press harder in order to release what lay beneath. So when he felt a particularly firm spot, Zavien narrowed his eyes, his thumb working against the fabric of her shirt to work it out. "Geez, Lena. I'm not an expert on massages, but I think this is what they call a 'knot.'"
It meant that he was perhaps a little overzealous in his attention. Like a warrior assessing a battlefield, he set his hands to her shoulders, pushing and pressing to feel out where the weak points were. He did his best to be gentle, but he'd been massaging his own sore muscles for years, and he knew that when he felt resistance, that was where he needed to press harder in order to release what lay beneath. So when he felt a particularly firm spot, Zavien narrowed his eyes, his thumb working against the fabric of her shirt to work it out. "Geez, Lena. I'm not an expert on massages, but I think this is what they call a 'knot.'"
