Moved by a sudden impulse

Sohalia

Say my name
And every color illuminates

Well, things were certainly getting interesting, and Soh set aside her own ice cream remnants as she was pulled into this false scenario. Stifling her laughter at Zavien’s mock surprise (and did he really just call her beautiful?), Soh grinned and said, ”Oh dear, a guard for this excessively unnecessary piece of horrid art. Whatever is an art hater to do?” Hands on her hips, she pretended to survey the wall with distaste.

Then, playing along, she picked up an imaginary can of paint and took a step towards the wall - but suddenly, Zavien was moving, lunging for Soh and wrapping his (very strong) arms around her smaller frame, pinning her arms in place as he lifted her off her feet. With a playful shriek, Soh pretended to struggle against his hold, cheeks flaring crimson as she realized that she was pressed against his very naked chest.

And then she was deposited unceremoniously on the couch, where she draped herself dramatically back against the cushions. ”Oh, no,” she sighed, throwing an arm up to placed the back of her hand against her forehead in a mock faint. ”I have been captured.” A smile tugged at the corners of her lips - she’d never been a particularly adept actress - as she looked up at Zavien. Something like anticipation uncoiled low in her abdomen, though she refused to acknowledge the feeling. Friends, she told herself. Just friends.

But as she gazed up at Zavien from her position laying on the couch, she fluttered her lashes playfully. ”And what is my punishment, oh protector of all things beautiful?”

We are shining
And we will never be afraid again