deep blue, but you painted me golden

Zavien

Smiling down at her, he answered, "Just black coffee." He liked the strong flavors, not really needing the cream or sugar when he liked the bitterness to wake him up in the morning - not that he wouldn't drink it that way. He'd take coffee however he could get it. "Do you drink coffee?" he asked, curious to know what he should get her if they were meeting during an early morning. Chocolate chip scones were already a given. 

Squeezing her hand, he looked at the gentle glow of lights around them, people slowly turning in for the night or leaving lights on for those still making their way home. There wasn't much, but as he turned his head to the sky, he saw that the stars weren't as bright as they might have usually been, and he nodded his head. "Works for me." The hand holding the bags raised to indicate towards the outskirts of town. "There's a little hill on the edge of Mourn that I found after our picnic." It was a soft, rolling knoll full of flowers. He'd thought it would make a better spot for their next picnic - one where they weren't surrounded by barrows and talks of dead people. He was happy he'd found it so they wouldn't have to go wandering in the dark.

That’s How We’re Gonna Win.
Not Fighting What We Hate,
Saving What We Love.