Moved by a sudden impulse

Sohalia

Say my name
And every color illuminates

Anytime, he said, and carried on washing her as though it was the easiest thing in the world. She wondered if he meant it, if any of it was something she could look forward to - well, except for him dying, obviously. She’d never wish for that. The shower, however, was rapidly becoming one of her favorite activities.

Zavien moved on to her legs, crouching awkwardly before her in the small space. She reached out to run her hands gently through his damp hair, marveling at the fact that this was happening. He washed her with such care that she thought she might die, leaving no patch of skin bare of suds. He even washed her feet, earning a smile that, looking down, he wouldn’t see.

When she was back on two feet, she waited for him to rise and then turned her body into the shower spray, letting the water wash the soap away. The end result was that she felt clean, truly clean, as though all of the heartache of the past had been washed away. Only when the last of the suds had whirled away down the drain did she turn to him, holding out a hand for the soap. ”Your turn,” she said softly, and there was nothing sly or flirtatious about it - just a genuine desire to care for him as he’d cared for her, to show him the same quiet devotion that he’d displayed in spades.

We are shining
And we will never be afraid again