Courage is not simply one of the virtues,
The laughter was easy, warm. It flowed as if nothing had changed, as if they weren't naked in each other's arms. He didn't fight or question it, poking her arm gently as he teased back, "Are you sure you didn't plan this?" She'd been the one to draw him in after all. If he didn't know any better, he'd say she orchestrated the whole thing, set on seducing him - not that it proved to be very hard.
But as she agreed to stay, something loosened further in his chest. She hadn't hesitated or given conditions or even bothered to ask why. She just - agreed. And whatever fear or concerns Zavien might have held in the back of his mind, whatever loneliness or fragile hope, was reassured in a matter of seconds, shifting to something new and full of potential.
He groaned playfully as she slipped from his grasp, his hand trailing as he watched her stand. His eyes dragged over her nude body in a not-so-subtle manner that would have usually made him blush, but embarrassment was turning out to be the farthest thing from his mind as he grinned up from his dejected position on the couch. "I might have been hoping."
Not needing to wait for the mailman to deliver this invitation, Zavien popped up from the couch and took her hand in his, shaking his head with disbelief as he led her towards his bedroom and the bathroom within. "You're trouble," he lamented playfully, his eyes flitting to her trailing form as he turned on the water in the standing shower. It wasn't exceptionally large, but the logistics of how they'd both fit was the furthest thing from Zavien's mind as he guided her hand forward to step in first, like a gentleman helping a lady into her regal carriage - or perhaps the rain waiting for her outside of it.
But as she agreed to stay, something loosened further in his chest. She hadn't hesitated or given conditions or even bothered to ask why. She just - agreed. And whatever fear or concerns Zavien might have held in the back of his mind, whatever loneliness or fragile hope, was reassured in a matter of seconds, shifting to something new and full of potential.
He groaned playfully as she slipped from his grasp, his hand trailing as he watched her stand. His eyes dragged over her nude body in a not-so-subtle manner that would have usually made him blush, but embarrassment was turning out to be the farthest thing from his mind as he grinned up from his dejected position on the couch. "I might have been hoping."
Not needing to wait for the mailman to deliver this invitation, Zavien popped up from the couch and took her hand in his, shaking his head with disbelief as he led her towards his bedroom and the bathroom within. "You're trouble," he lamented playfully, his eyes flitting to her trailing form as he turned on the water in the standing shower. It wasn't exceptionally large, but the logistics of how they'd both fit was the furthest thing from Zavien's mind as he guided her hand forward to step in first, like a gentleman helping a lady into her regal carriage - or perhaps the rain waiting for her outside of it.
Zavien
but the form of every virtue at the testing point.
