Life can be tough, there's no doubt,
But hope is the thing we can't do without.
But hope is the thing we can't do without.
Between the moment the woman was safe inside and he was getting to the driver's seat, Sol had managed to nuzzle his head into her hand, give her a few proper licks, jump in the front seat, whack his tail against the dashboard a few times, and squirm into the back seat again. Zavien knew all of this from the retreating tail, layer of slobber on her skin, and the naughty look on his dog's face.
Too concerned with getting out of the blizzard and shutting the door, he just shook his head, giving her a sheepish smile that echoed of a chuckle stolen by the cold. "Sorry about him. Sol's a little overly friendly." A few snowflakes fell from his hat as he pulled it off, setting it in his lap to give the dog a scolding scratch around the neck.
Having properly 'chastised' the nuisance, Zavien gave a nodding gesture to the vehicle stuck in a snowbank, hazards still flashing bright in the white. "I'm not sure we're going to be able to get your car out of here in this weather."
He turned back to her, returning to his original curiosities and concerns. "What happened? Are you okay?" Out of the snow, he could get a better look at her, inadvertently noticing less injuries and more of how snowflakes caught in her blonde curls or how the flush on her cheeks made her eyes look like how he'd picture the stormy sky. It was something that had him feeling the confined space of the truck, quietly hoping she wasn't regretting her decision to hop inside when he had a rowdy dog, jackets in the backseat, 'I'll Be Home For Christmas' blaring on the scratchy radio, and a crumpled paper towel from his breakfast toast sitting in the middle console. It didn't scream 'murderer,' but he wasn't sure it said 'savior' either.
Too concerned with getting out of the blizzard and shutting the door, he just shook his head, giving her a sheepish smile that echoed of a chuckle stolen by the cold. "Sorry about him. Sol's a little overly friendly." A few snowflakes fell from his hat as he pulled it off, setting it in his lap to give the dog a scolding scratch around the neck.
Having properly 'chastised' the nuisance, Zavien gave a nodding gesture to the vehicle stuck in a snowbank, hazards still flashing bright in the white. "I'm not sure we're going to be able to get your car out of here in this weather."
He turned back to her, returning to his original curiosities and concerns. "What happened? Are you okay?" Out of the snow, he could get a better look at her, inadvertently noticing less injuries and more of how snowflakes caught in her blonde curls or how the flush on her cheeks made her eyes look like how he'd picture the stormy sky. It was something that had him feeling the confined space of the truck, quietly hoping she wasn't regretting her decision to hop inside when he had a rowdy dog, jackets in the backseat, 'I'll Be Home For Christmas' blaring on the scratchy radio, and a crumpled paper towel from his breakfast toast sitting in the middle console. It didn't scream 'murderer,' but he wasn't sure it said 'savior' either.
Zavien
Right things with joy will come about...
In good time.
In good time.
