Zavien
Never regret anything that made you smile
The mattress and pillows around him were the perfect cocoon of comfort, his consciousness barely flickering when that perfect equilibrium shifted. He groaned a soft protest, assuming Sol had come to warn him that he'd overslept his usual training at the break of dawn, but this was perhaps the first time in ages that he had slept fully through the night without a single nightmare or depressing dream. He felt rested and content and completely unwilling to let the day start yet.
Resisting the disruption, Zavien pulled the warmth beside his arm closer, wondering how his pillow had absorbed so much sunlight from the morning rays and why it didn't immediately give to the effort. His groggy mind didn't comprehend how it managed to shift closer after he attempted to pull it, but he didn't care as long as it was within reach, craving whatever it was that had him feeling so peaceful.
His consciousness drifted again, dragging him back to sleep for a few minutes longer until the sunlight filtered through the lucid state of his mind. Taking a deep breath, his eyes began to crack open, his thoughts rustling from their slumber while his arm tugged at the warm pillow to snuggle it subconsciously closer. But when he met more resistance than expected and his eyes started to register reality, Zavien paused and stared, his dry mouth opening to mumble, "Morning." It sounded dumb - it was dumb. Here he was staring at Sohalia IN HIS BED and all he could say was 'Morning.'
Slowly, like a fog lifting from the mountainous ruins of the mess he'd made, Zavien did his best not to panic. She was looking right at him, and as much as he wanted to start pacing the room and rambling about what had apparently happened yesterday - the many many things that had happened - he did not think that was a good idea. But what was he supposed to say? How was he supposed to explain that he had no idea why he'd acted that way? How he regretted every second but wouldn't take back even a moment? How his heart was both dying and flying at the same time?
So while his mind ran a mile a minute, Zavien looked like the cross between a frog and a puppy, slightly green and begging to be let out before he ruined the sheets.
He suddenly realized his arm was draped possessively around her waist, mid-attempt to drag her into his chest. As comfortable and right as it felt, he slowly removed it and ran it over his face, doing what he could to steady his heartrate, contain the flush rising in his face, and ignore the fact that Soh was naked in his bed so he could figure out what the hell to do about it.
Resisting the disruption, Zavien pulled the warmth beside his arm closer, wondering how his pillow had absorbed so much sunlight from the morning rays and why it didn't immediately give to the effort. His groggy mind didn't comprehend how it managed to shift closer after he attempted to pull it, but he didn't care as long as it was within reach, craving whatever it was that had him feeling so peaceful.
His consciousness drifted again, dragging him back to sleep for a few minutes longer until the sunlight filtered through the lucid state of his mind. Taking a deep breath, his eyes began to crack open, his thoughts rustling from their slumber while his arm tugged at the warm pillow to snuggle it subconsciously closer. But when he met more resistance than expected and his eyes started to register reality, Zavien paused and stared, his dry mouth opening to mumble, "Morning." It sounded dumb - it was dumb. Here he was staring at Sohalia IN HIS BED and all he could say was 'Morning.'
Slowly, like a fog lifting from the mountainous ruins of the mess he'd made, Zavien did his best not to panic. She was looking right at him, and as much as he wanted to start pacing the room and rambling about what had apparently happened yesterday - the many many things that had happened - he did not think that was a good idea. But what was he supposed to say? How was he supposed to explain that he had no idea why he'd acted that way? How he regretted every second but wouldn't take back even a moment? How his heart was both dying and flying at the same time?
So while his mind ran a mile a minute, Zavien looked like the cross between a frog and a puppy, slightly green and begging to be let out before he ruined the sheets.
He suddenly realized his arm was draped possessively around her waist, mid-attempt to drag her into his chest. As comfortable and right as it felt, he slowly removed it and ran it over his face, doing what he could to steady his heartrate, contain the flush rising in his face, and ignore the fact that Soh was naked in his bed so he could figure out what the hell to do about it.
