Zavien
Never regret anything that made you smile
Frey's arrival is so much different than Safrin's, not a bright lightness that falls over him, but a thick heat that blooms from within. He can feel them before seeing them, and when his eyes meet theirs, it's with a mix of excitement and dread. Part of him knew what he'd see, knew the ghostly features that might greet him again, but his breath still catches at the sight, held captive by the flickers of golden skin and brown eyes. And yet, they aren't the same as before, familiar but shifting so that they don't quite match his memories. Has his love already faded so much? Has his grief tainted her beauty?
Guilt attempts to take root in his heart, threatening to ask him questions he's not ready for, things he doesn't want to acknowledge; but Zavien dips his head in reverant greeting, pushing aside the dark emotions for a soft smile of appreciation. He'd forgotten how Frey always seems to spin something in a positive light, whether it's a delay or pain or failure, they find pleasure and opportunity.
A soft blush spreads to his ears when they slip the pineapple around the banana, heating more when their eyes turn to him. Zavien shifts uncomfortably on his knees, glancing away for a moment to run a hand through his hair, wishing desperately that he had something ice cold.
Then, the question takes him by surprise, brows furrowing in confusion when his green eyes slide back to Frey. "I believe so..." But doubt blossoms, the soft blush of his cheeks deepening as he says, "There have been many painful moments recently, but I think I've done what I can to ease that pain, and at times... turn it into something better." Opportunities for friendship and comfort, optimism in the face of heartbreak, but most of all, that last memory he'd have of Lena and the gift it'd given him in the wake of her death - knowing her love in its entirety.
But uncertainty coils in his chest, palms turning sweaty when he begins to question it all. "Should I have done more?"
Guilt attempts to take root in his heart, threatening to ask him questions he's not ready for, things he doesn't want to acknowledge; but Zavien dips his head in reverant greeting, pushing aside the dark emotions for a soft smile of appreciation. He'd forgotten how Frey always seems to spin something in a positive light, whether it's a delay or pain or failure, they find pleasure and opportunity.
A soft blush spreads to his ears when they slip the pineapple around the banana, heating more when their eyes turn to him. Zavien shifts uncomfortably on his knees, glancing away for a moment to run a hand through his hair, wishing desperately that he had something ice cold.
Then, the question takes him by surprise, brows furrowing in confusion when his green eyes slide back to Frey. "I believe so..." But doubt blossoms, the soft blush of his cheeks deepening as he says, "There have been many painful moments recently, but I think I've done what I can to ease that pain, and at times... turn it into something better." Opportunities for friendship and comfort, optimism in the face of heartbreak, but most of all, that last memory he'd have of Lena and the gift it'd given him in the wake of her death - knowing her love in its entirety.
But uncertainty coils in his chest, palms turning sweaty when he begins to question it all. "Should I have done more?"
