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.
A houseboat with a newborn (actually two) sounds like quite the struggle. He imagines the two men squeezed into a room with a crib, nowhere to escape the cries. Shaking his head, he lets out another huff of laughter. "Gods, that must be fun." Although he guesses the excitement adds some level of enjoyment to the planning, the anticipation and tangible preparations making it all the more real.
Zavien watches Ronin adjust the wood, taking note of the way it seems to diminish the fiery assault on his burgers while he removes a few more darkened patties from the source. "Are you guys able to tell gender at all? Or do you have a hope?" he asks as he adds more meat to the grill, only pulling his eyes up again at the mention of companions, grinning. "Well, I don't think she'll have to wait long for that." Sol seems to have chased the cloud wyrms into the distance, their cloud coverage following behind as they retreat from his rough playing. He pauses for a moment more, hovering in the sky to watch them depart before turning back to New Haven, disappoint flowing through the bond.
The smile he gives Ronin is soft, grateful but gilded with gentle sorrow, the progression of his grief showing through. "That's true enough. There's no reason to rush anymore." There aren't Void creatures nipping at his heels or Family members breathing down his neck. There's not danger around every corner like there used to be. And yet, rather than relax, he feels lost without it, wondering if he's not meant for 'peace.' It's not something he's familiar with, and despite all the hope he's held, there had rarely been a moment where he thought he'd end up here, with nothing to fight and the world open for opportunities.
Zavien watches Ronin adjust the wood, taking note of the way it seems to diminish the fiery assault on his burgers while he removes a few more darkened patties from the source. "Are you guys able to tell gender at all? Or do you have a hope?" he asks as he adds more meat to the grill, only pulling his eyes up again at the mention of companions, grinning. "Well, I don't think she'll have to wait long for that." Sol seems to have chased the cloud wyrms into the distance, their cloud coverage following behind as they retreat from his rough playing. He pauses for a moment more, hovering in the sky to watch them depart before turning back to New Haven, disappoint flowing through the bond.
The smile he gives Ronin is soft, grateful but gilded with gentle sorrow, the progression of his grief showing through. "That's true enough. There's no reason to rush anymore." There aren't Void creatures nipping at his heels or Family members breathing down his neck. There's not danger around every corner like there used to be. And yet, rather than relax, he feels lost without it, wondering if he's not meant for 'peace.' It's not something he's familiar with, and despite all the hope he's held, there had rarely been a moment where he thought he'd end up here, with nothing to fight and the world open for opportunities.
Zavien
Right things with joy will come about...
In good time.
In good time.
