Courage is not simply one of the virtues,
"Good," he replied with a smile, eternally grateful he wouldn't have to offer a dinner of bland bread (he was saving that to burn in the morning).
With the plan decided, Zavien was like a dog on her heels, adoration skirting his gaze across her now glowing skin. The quiet intimacy of the last few minutes began to fade in favor of something playful and bright again - not that he minded. He wouldn't soon forget that feeling, the trading of such gentle care was unlike anything he'd experienced before, but he didn't try to cling to it, cherishing it just as much as the glint in Soh's eyes, the grin on her face that spelled trouble.
Drawn in by her energy, he cast aside his towel and joined her on the bed, only slightly more composed. His low laughter filled the room, briefly acknowledging the unimaginable situation they now found themselves in. "I promise that my invitation had been nothing but pure at the time." Even if the look in his eyes was anything but, echoes of heat flickering in their green depths when he placed an instinctual hand against the slope of her waist, subconsciously needing that contact.
With the plan decided, Zavien was like a dog on her heels, adoration skirting his gaze across her now glowing skin. The quiet intimacy of the last few minutes began to fade in favor of something playful and bright again - not that he minded. He wouldn't soon forget that feeling, the trading of such gentle care was unlike anything he'd experienced before, but he didn't try to cling to it, cherishing it just as much as the glint in Soh's eyes, the grin on her face that spelled trouble.
Drawn in by her energy, he cast aside his towel and joined her on the bed, only slightly more composed. His low laughter filled the room, briefly acknowledging the unimaginable situation they now found themselves in. "I promise that my invitation had been nothing but pure at the time." Even if the look in his eyes was anything but, echoes of heat flickering in their green depths when he placed an instinctual hand against the slope of her waist, subconsciously needing that contact.
Zavien
but the form of every virtue at the testing point.
