Zavien
Breaking down the door might be hard when he's sitting with his back against it. He hadn't made it more than a step inside before the reality of it all had suckerpunched him in the gut. The moment the door clicked shut, he was assaulted by thoughts of Lena, her smile, her laugh, her warm embrace, all replaced by the vacant stare of her eyes; the blood splattered across her neck, the stiff cold of her body.
Stumbling back into the wooden door, Zavien had broken, he'd slid to the floor and fallen apart, unsure whether he had the strength to get up again, not when Lena is gone - dead. It doesn't feel real, to know that everything is just going to move on without her when she'd been his whole world. Not just a part of him is missing, and not just a tiny fleck. His entire foundation has been shattered to oblivion, dust coating the walls where it used to be, before the gaping whole in his heart let it fall away like sand from an hourglass. It doesn't matter when time has lost its meaning anyways. It leaves him listless and falling through a pit of darkness he's only seen once before, but where fear had once been his adversary, hopelessness greets him.
Sol had found him shortly after arriving, nuzzling his head into the crook of his arm with sniffling whimpers and keening cries. Together they'd sobbed and cried until there was nothing left but a gaping whole. That might have been hours ago, or it might have been days for all he knows. Zavien has become a statue of a man, elbows propped on his knees where his hanging head can stare blankly at the dried blood on his fingers. Dirt and mud run up his pants and sleeves, darkness rings his empty gaze. Koa's voice filters through his head, but it isn't loud enough to be heard over the screaming, the roaring of jagged grief and broken hearts. But Sol hears, and despite how the emotions flood and overwhelm the bond, the little dragon manages to slip from beneath Zavien's arm, slinking towards the open window where he can peek his head through at the first responders here to help.
Stumbling back into the wooden door, Zavien had broken, he'd slid to the floor and fallen apart, unsure whether he had the strength to get up again, not when Lena is gone - dead. It doesn't feel real, to know that everything is just going to move on without her when she'd been his whole world. Not just a part of him is missing, and not just a tiny fleck. His entire foundation has been shattered to oblivion, dust coating the walls where it used to be, before the gaping whole in his heart let it fall away like sand from an hourglass. It doesn't matter when time has lost its meaning anyways. It leaves him listless and falling through a pit of darkness he's only seen once before, but where fear had once been his adversary, hopelessness greets him.
Sol had found him shortly after arriving, nuzzling his head into the crook of his arm with sniffling whimpers and keening cries. Together they'd sobbed and cried until there was nothing left but a gaping whole. That might have been hours ago, or it might have been days for all he knows. Zavien has become a statue of a man, elbows propped on his knees where his hanging head can stare blankly at the dried blood on his fingers. Dirt and mud run up his pants and sleeves, darkness rings his empty gaze. Koa's voice filters through his head, but it isn't loud enough to be heard over the screaming, the roaring of jagged grief and broken hearts. But Sol hears, and despite how the emotions flood and overwhelm the bond, the little dragon manages to slip from beneath Zavien's arm, slinking towards the open window where he can peek his head through at the first responders here to help.
I'd rather have a broken arm than a broken heart.
