Zavien
Her words were a gentle balm against the old ache, a guiding hand away from the doubts and fears that sometimes rose. They weren't as frequent anymore. Enough time had passed and enough confidence had built that he didn't stress or wallow in them as much as he once had, but he knew they would never truly go away. Death stuck with a person, whether it was their own or someone close to them, and even when Zavien walked Mort's Halls again, he knew he would carry this with him.
Until then, he trusted Soh. He believed every word she said along with all the ones she didn't. He didn't have to think or whether if it was pity or temporary support, he knew that she would be there for him wherever and whenever he needed her, because that's the kind of person she was. She didn't care how dark or heavy the weight was, she was willing to stand with him beneath the burden of the world and do what she could to lighten his load; and gods did he love her for it.
He rubbed her arm, letting out a deep sigh as he pressed his cheek into her hair. "How did I get so lucky?"
Until then, he trusted Soh. He believed every word she said along with all the ones she didn't. He didn't have to think or whether if it was pity or temporary support, he knew that she would be there for him wherever and whenever he needed her, because that's the kind of person she was. She didn't care how dark or heavy the weight was, she was willing to stand with him beneath the burden of the world and do what she could to lighten his load; and gods did he love her for it.
He rubbed her arm, letting out a deep sigh as he pressed his cheek into her hair. "How did I get so lucky?"
If you don't like the road you're walking,
start paving another.
start paving another.
