Courage is not simply one of the virtues,
Joining in Soh's pitying laughter for the cloud wyrm, Zavien shook his head. "Or she'll just go crazy." Some of his fellow Dragoons had joked about it, but they'd been fairly sincere about their annoyance.
The prospect of a 'next time' was sounding more and more like a certainty. Even if they hadn't planned for further ice cream ventures, it felt natural to assume they'd see more of each other. The painting seemed like just another opportunity to add to the growing list, and Zavien smiled just thinking about it, dipping his head in respect to her authority on the matter. "Yes, ma'am. My door is always open." For painting or otherwise.
Although it was true that Sol would be the first obstacle, his eyebrow raised along with the corner of his mouth as he considered her teasing request. "'Demonstrate?'" He finally set aside his ice cream, his grin turning coy as he pulled her into the scenario. "Sure. You'll make a great attacker." Zavien let his gaze linger on her a moment longer, letting her get the full brunt of his playfully mischievous expression before he rolled his shoulders and looked away unassumingly.
Pretending to be minding his own business, he walked in front of the empty wall until he stood across from her, then - as if he'd only just noticed the intruder - Zavien gasped, his attention snapping to her. "Oh no! My house has been infiltrated by an art hater who threatens to ruin the gift painted by my beautiful friend! Stop!" He took a theatrical stance, placing a hand on his hip and straightening his arm in a threatening means to halt any opponent. Whether Soh played along or not, he acted as if she'd picked up a pail of paint, preparing to splatter it over the imaginary artwork. In another dramatic voice, he called out, "No! They're going to throw paint at it! I must apprehend them!"
Zavien then lunged for Soh, wrapping his hold around her smaller frame to pin her arms and lift her off her feet, unable to hide the amusement brightening his eyes or the laughter threatening to break through his voice. "You won't get away with this! Justice will be served!" Then he began to walk her towards the couch, ready to throw her in 'jail' where she would pay for her crime.
The prospect of a 'next time' was sounding more and more like a certainty. Even if they hadn't planned for further ice cream ventures, it felt natural to assume they'd see more of each other. The painting seemed like just another opportunity to add to the growing list, and Zavien smiled just thinking about it, dipping his head in respect to her authority on the matter. "Yes, ma'am. My door is always open." For painting or otherwise.
Although it was true that Sol would be the first obstacle, his eyebrow raised along with the corner of his mouth as he considered her teasing request. "'Demonstrate?'" He finally set aside his ice cream, his grin turning coy as he pulled her into the scenario. "Sure. You'll make a great attacker." Zavien let his gaze linger on her a moment longer, letting her get the full brunt of his playfully mischievous expression before he rolled his shoulders and looked away unassumingly.
Pretending to be minding his own business, he walked in front of the empty wall until he stood across from her, then - as if he'd only just noticed the intruder - Zavien gasped, his attention snapping to her. "Oh no! My house has been infiltrated by an art hater who threatens to ruin the gift painted by my beautiful friend! Stop!" He took a theatrical stance, placing a hand on his hip and straightening his arm in a threatening means to halt any opponent. Whether Soh played along or not, he acted as if she'd picked up a pail of paint, preparing to splatter it over the imaginary artwork. In another dramatic voice, he called out, "No! They're going to throw paint at it! I must apprehend them!"
Zavien then lunged for Soh, wrapping his hold around her smaller frame to pin her arms and lift her off her feet, unable to hide the amusement brightening his eyes or the laughter threatening to break through his voice. "You won't get away with this! Justice will be served!" Then he began to walk her towards the couch, ready to throw her in 'jail' where she would pay for her crime.
Zavien
but the form of every virtue at the testing point.
