Zavien
Fear is pain arising from the anticipation of evil.
Her laughter was sunlight heating freshly churned soil, birds chirping in the morning dew, and fresh flowerbuds swaying in the Flowerbirth breeze. It curled in his chest like something new and exciting, something to anticipate and cherish. His hands hovered over her shoulders as she turned, watching each movement with bated breath and a loving smile. Calloused hands trailed down her arms to settle at her hips, bracketing and stabilizing. The pressure of his fingers was light enough to be delicate, contrasted by the gentle strength of his palms that asked a silent question of permission, of consent and certainty that he didn't dare voice in case he broke the moment.
The same question peeked through the playful glint in his eyes, searching hers for confirmation while he teased, "Not even the bubbles?" He was quickly being drawn into her orbit, subconsciously tilting forward and guiding her closer to eliminate the distance between them - the distance between their lips. She was gravity pulling him to her, the weight of the moment hanging like shimmering stars waiting to reveal themselves in the darkness of night, the moment no one can look away as they search for that first flicker of starlight.
The same question peeked through the playful glint in his eyes, searching hers for confirmation while he teased, "Not even the bubbles?" He was quickly being drawn into her orbit, subconsciously tilting forward and guiding her closer to eliminate the distance between them - the distance between their lips. She was gravity pulling him to her, the weight of the moment hanging like shimmering stars waiting to reveal themselves in the darkness of night, the moment no one can look away as they search for that first flicker of starlight.
