Courage is not simply one of the virtues,
There were a million reasons this was a bad idea. Warning bells chimed in the distant darkness of his mind, trying desperately to remind him of why he should stop, of why he should pull away and apologize now before things went further, before he passed the point of no return. But the truth was that he wanted to kiss her. He liked Soh, liked how kind and playful she was, how dedicated and loyal, how beautiful. There was no denying any of that, and while he'd often bury urges to act on those feelings beneath loyalty and fear and altruism, Zavien couldn't stop himself this time. What had felt like firm walls before, fell away like spiderwebs, dissipating to nothing more than tendrils in the wind the moment he broke through.
Still, it wasn't until she was kissing him back that Zavien pressed further. What had started as something simple and impulsive and chaste deepened. His hands shifted their hold - no longer threatening or playful but attentive and bracing. They trailed along the exposed skin, pulling her closer as he drank her in, tasting the chocolate on her lips and begging for more with the greedy rhythm of his mouth, unable to stop the desire quickly building.
Still, it wasn't until she was kissing him back that Zavien pressed further. What had started as something simple and impulsive and chaste deepened. His hands shifted their hold - no longer threatening or playful but attentive and bracing. They trailed along the exposed skin, pulling her closer as he drank her in, tasting the chocolate on her lips and begging for more with the greedy rhythm of his mouth, unable to stop the desire quickly building.
Zavien
but the form of every virtue at the testing point.
