just you and me, dancing in a daydream; just you and me, lost in the clouds
To his credit, Zavien didn't laugh at Soh's predicament, though she wouldn't have blamed him - it was kind of funny. She wasn't the best cook in King's End by a long shot, though certain meals had certainly become more edible with practice. When she wasn't burning bread into a crisp, blackened log, that is.
Discarding the urge to cry and instead smiling ruefully, she leaned into Zavien's hold as he wrapped his arms around her. "Mm, we can try," she agreed - but first, the pasta. Without moving from his hold, she grabbed her spoon and stirred the noodles one last time, just to make sure they didn't stick, before draining off the water. The meat sauce bubbled on the stove nearby, simmering low enough that Soh wasn't worried it would burn.
"I made enough for both of us," she assured him, one hand coming to rest on his arm where it surrounded her middle, tracing against his skin lovingly before she reached for a knife to start attempting to salvage the bread. Fortunately, there were a few sections that she was able to save - enough for each of them to have a piece, anyway. Satisfied by this turn of events, Soh twisted to press a kiss to Zavien's jaw before wiggling out of his hold. "Here, let me fix the bowls -"
It didn't take long before they'd settled at the table, each with a serving of spaghetti and a slice of (slightly burnt) bread. The fire crackled merrily in the hearth, warming the house against the bitter chill of the outdoors. It was such a quiet, picturesque moment that Soh was loathe to ruin it. No matter what the outcome of the conversation was, this was the house where they'd built their relationship, where they'd started their family - and she wanted to take in this peaceful breath for a moment before she potentially shattered it.
It wasn't that she worried about their relationship, not really. She still had days where she wondered if Zavien would wake up one day and regret choosing her, choosing this - but those were growing fewer and farther between. It was more that she didn't want to cause him discomfort, and she knew that suggesting they move to Torchline, of all places, would do that. It was easier to sit in the comfort of the warm home they'd made here.
But things couldn't always be easy, so it didn't take her long to glance at Zavien from beneath her lashes. "So... I was thinking... we never really settled on living arrangements once the baby is here."
Discarding the urge to cry and instead smiling ruefully, she leaned into Zavien's hold as he wrapped his arms around her. "Mm, we can try," she agreed - but first, the pasta. Without moving from his hold, she grabbed her spoon and stirred the noodles one last time, just to make sure they didn't stick, before draining off the water. The meat sauce bubbled on the stove nearby, simmering low enough that Soh wasn't worried it would burn.
"I made enough for both of us," she assured him, one hand coming to rest on his arm where it surrounded her middle, tracing against his skin lovingly before she reached for a knife to start attempting to salvage the bread. Fortunately, there were a few sections that she was able to save - enough for each of them to have a piece, anyway. Satisfied by this turn of events, Soh twisted to press a kiss to Zavien's jaw before wiggling out of his hold. "Here, let me fix the bowls -"
It didn't take long before they'd settled at the table, each with a serving of spaghetti and a slice of (slightly burnt) bread. The fire crackled merrily in the hearth, warming the house against the bitter chill of the outdoors. It was such a quiet, picturesque moment that Soh was loathe to ruin it. No matter what the outcome of the conversation was, this was the house where they'd built their relationship, where they'd started their family - and she wanted to take in this peaceful breath for a moment before she potentially shattered it.
It wasn't that she worried about their relationship, not really. She still had days where she wondered if Zavien would wake up one day and regret choosing her, choosing this - but those were growing fewer and farther between. It was more that she didn't want to cause him discomfort, and she knew that suggesting they move to Torchline, of all places, would do that. It was easier to sit in the comfort of the warm home they'd made here.
But things couldn't always be easy, so it didn't take her long to glance at Zavien from beneath her lashes. "So... I was thinking... we never really settled on living arrangements once the baby is here."
Sohalia
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
