Zavien
He tensed as another shriek lit up across the sky, his hand tightening around Sohalia's as he took a deep breath to steady the race of his heart. Everything felt disjointed. He was teetering on the edge of something, caught between two lives - two loves. It wasn't fair to either of them. Lena hadn't deserved to die when she had so much to live for. Soh didn't deserve to have their relationship defined by that loss.
And yet, Zavien could barely think past that last moment, remembering the pain on her face, imagining the screams...
Water dropped from his hair onto his forehead, feeling distant from his focus on the Mathair's branches around them, the various lanterns dotting them in the darker corner of the Festival. The music barely reached out here, a quiet echo of revelry and laughter that didn't reflect in the mournful expression he wore, the soft glow of his lanterns, darkening the green of his eyes. One held the bright sun motifs of his mother - a reminder to smile. Meanwhile, the other was stitched with plants, flowers, and the distant silhouettes of birds - a calm wish for peace.
Swallowing back a swell of emotions, he stopped under a small tree, the branches empty of leaves. For a moment, he didn't move, not ready to place the lanterns, to set his grief out for all to see, nervous of the possibility he'd have a chance to see either of them again.
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Zavien brings lanterns for his mom andLena.
And yet, Zavien could barely think past that last moment, remembering the pain on her face, imagining the screams...
Water dropped from his hair onto his forehead, feeling distant from his focus on the Mathair's branches around them, the various lanterns dotting them in the darker corner of the Festival. The music barely reached out here, a quiet echo of revelry and laughter that didn't reflect in the mournful expression he wore, the soft glow of his lanterns, darkening the green of his eyes. One held the bright sun motifs of his mother - a reminder to smile. Meanwhile, the other was stitched with plants, flowers, and the distant silhouettes of birds - a calm wish for peace.
Swallowing back a swell of emotions, he stopped under a small tree, the branches empty of leaves. For a moment, he didn't move, not ready to place the lanterns, to set his grief out for all to see, nervous of the possibility he'd have a chance to see either of them again.
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Zavien brings lanterns for his mom and
We wear our scars as proof
that we are still alive.
