Zavien
- The Risen Sun -
The smell of food was divine, weaving together with the smokey scent of burning wood as he took a deep breath that didn't threaten to slice his lungs open. He smiled at Soh, stripping off his damp jacket just in time to envelope her in his arms. Her warmth was more welcome than any fireplace, the cold in his bones fleeing just to hear her voice, to know that she was near, to sense the reassurance that could cast aside all flickering doubt.
It settled the pounding of his heart as he let out a sigh, muscles relaxing and thoughts slowing with the contact. Content to keep her wrapped in his arms until LongNight, he was sorely disappointed to release her to deal with the other burning smell.
Zavien tried not to laugh, managing to contain it to an amused smirk as he followed her towards the kitchen and the log she removed from the stove. Her worry and frenzy were adorable, the sincere attempt flooding his heart with more affection than any perfectly cooked meal could. He wrapped his arms around her from behind as he inspected the charred bread, not an ounce of judgement or concern in his voice as he tapped the exterior. "I'm sure we can scrape off the black parts." Isn't that what she'd said about his toast that first day?
Grinning, he kissed her head to dismiss any worries she might have, his voice lighter as he teased, "This smells so good. Did you make anything for yourself?"
It settled the pounding of his heart as he let out a sigh, muscles relaxing and thoughts slowing with the contact. Content to keep her wrapped in his arms until LongNight, he was sorely disappointed to release her to deal with the other burning smell.
Zavien tried not to laugh, managing to contain it to an amused smirk as he followed her towards the kitchen and the log she removed from the stove. Her worry and frenzy were adorable, the sincere attempt flooding his heart with more affection than any perfectly cooked meal could. He wrapped his arms around her from behind as he inspected the charred bread, not an ounce of judgement or concern in his voice as he tapped the exterior. "I'm sure we can scrape off the black parts." Isn't that what she'd said about his toast that first day?
Grinning, he kissed her head to dismiss any worries she might have, his voice lighter as he teased, "This smells so good. Did you make anything for yourself?"
