Zavien
The absolvement did little for him, having heard and told himself the same truth over and over. It didn't change the guilt that lingered, wondering if he could have done something different, if he'd gotten there just a bit sooner. His head hung, resigned awareness occupying his tone. "Maybe not, but... I wish I would've known. I wish she hadn't been alone. I wish I could've saved her..." And if he'd been better prepared or more worried about her safety, he might have already been nearby, able to intervene before it was too late.
Her hands held him, stabilizing him in the turmoil of his thoughts, giving him options that would soothe and ease his worries, magical means to reassure his anxieties when there were apart. He honestly felt silly for not having thought about it, for letting his fears drive his emotions to the point of panic, but when it came to love and feeling what he risked to lose all over again, Zavien couldn't think straight.
He took a deep breath, eyes fluttering closed with something akin to relief, determination and hope finding space amongst the fears. "You're right. Maybe the Gilded Market can make something, and I'm sure Safrin would be able to help..." The words faded, ideas pushing aside the overwhelming sense of dread so he could recognize the state of panic he'd been in, wincing as he saw the concern in her eyes, felt the brush of her hands on his face. "I'm sorry. I just - can't go through that again," he whispered, knowing that he'd do anything not to lose her, to feel this beautiful love ripped from his hands again. It might just destroy him this time.
Her hands held him, stabilizing him in the turmoil of his thoughts, giving him options that would soothe and ease his worries, magical means to reassure his anxieties when there were apart. He honestly felt silly for not having thought about it, for letting his fears drive his emotions to the point of panic, but when it came to love and feeling what he risked to lose all over again, Zavien couldn't think straight.
He took a deep breath, eyes fluttering closed with something akin to relief, determination and hope finding space amongst the fears. "You're right. Maybe the Gilded Market can make something, and I'm sure Safrin would be able to help..." The words faded, ideas pushing aside the overwhelming sense of dread so he could recognize the state of panic he'd been in, wincing as he saw the concern in her eyes, felt the brush of her hands on his face. "I'm sorry. I just - can't go through that again," he whispered, knowing that he'd do anything not to lose her, to feel this beautiful love ripped from his hands again. It might just destroy him this time.
If you don't like the road you're walking,
start paving another.
start paving another.
