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.
Still grinning at the idea of two demigods being swarmed by a herd of cows, Zavien finds it easy to laugh at the simple request. "Please. Take a whole platter along with any other dishes. I get the feeling we'll have more than enough." He takes a sip of the beer, admiring the culmination of foods and people, convinced that Erika would be proud of their work.
Sol gives an insistent grumble, pressing his nose into Zavien's leg until he drops another patty onto the ground, the meat tax apparently having increased recently. When he looks back up, it's with an expression of wide disbelief, his motions pausing to admire the circumstances that had led to Ronin's separation from leadership - and his husband's near death.
Shaking his head, Zavien offers a baffled smile. "Oh wow. That'll do it." Anyone who sticks around after that would be insane or lying about their love, and Ronin doesn't seem to fit either of those categories. So when he nods his agreement, it's not with veiled politeness or sympathies, but true understanding. "It does." Not that it helps him. Zavien doesn't feel any closer to knowing what to do with himself, to finding comfort in his new situation when it didn't feel like he was needed anymore.
However, there's a glimmer of hope - knowing that it's possible to find belonging after losing so much - and the sigh that follows isn't one of dejected hopelessness, but quiet acceptance that only time would tell. "I'll just be happy when it's all behind me," he says with a tired smile, trying to make it true as he takes another swig of beer and portions out more burgers that look slightly less burnt than before.
Sol gives an insistent grumble, pressing his nose into Zavien's leg until he drops another patty onto the ground, the meat tax apparently having increased recently. When he looks back up, it's with an expression of wide disbelief, his motions pausing to admire the circumstances that had led to Ronin's separation from leadership - and his husband's near death.
Shaking his head, Zavien offers a baffled smile. "Oh wow. That'll do it." Anyone who sticks around after that would be insane or lying about their love, and Ronin doesn't seem to fit either of those categories. So when he nods his agreement, it's not with veiled politeness or sympathies, but true understanding. "It does." Not that it helps him. Zavien doesn't feel any closer to knowing what to do with himself, to finding comfort in his new situation when it didn't feel like he was needed anymore.
However, there's a glimmer of hope - knowing that it's possible to find belonging after losing so much - and the sigh that follows isn't one of dejected hopelessness, but quiet acceptance that only time would tell. "I'll just be happy when it's all behind me," he says with a tired smile, trying to make it true as he takes another swig of beer and portions out more burgers that look slightly less burnt than before.
Zavien
Right things with joy will come about...
In good time.
In good time.
