Zavien
His name echoes through the space, the familiar voice echoing far deeper. Zavien shifts his weight, tension coiling up his spine in preparation for whatever insult the man might throw his way today; but as his eyes raise to the smiling face, that dreading anticipation faulters. There's a tightness to the smile Kai wears, as if he can feel the unspoken words, the lingering frustrations and doubts making him nervous. It's a shocking comparison to the carefree expression he remembers, along with all the good times they've had, laughing and joking and having fun. He hadn't realized how much he missed that - how much he missed having a friend.
While it's easy to hold anger and hurt when the source is leagues away, standing in front of him makes the conflict feel childish and weak. Zavien sighs, trying to push out months of emotions in a single breath like flipping the cap on a pressure cooker. They resonate deep, but they're distant, as if time and effort have caused them to drift farther than he noticed.
Sol looks up from his feet, seeming to teeter uncertainly between supporting Zavien and saying hi to the man they had previously called 'friend.' Unspoken permission flows down the bond, a quiet reassurance that he plans to try moving past whatever slights he'd felt.
The golden dragon rushes forward on bounding limbs as his bonded nods. While Zavien's greeting isn't nearly as friendly or excited as the bright chirps of his companion, it's not cold either, a hollow breeze attempting to stir the rays of light. "I was thinking about it." He takes a deep breath, looking more closely at the clearing of sparring people before his gaze lands back on Kai, cautious even as Sol begs the man for scratches. "Are you free?"
While it's easy to hold anger and hurt when the source is leagues away, standing in front of him makes the conflict feel childish and weak. Zavien sighs, trying to push out months of emotions in a single breath like flipping the cap on a pressure cooker. They resonate deep, but they're distant, as if time and effort have caused them to drift farther than he noticed.
Sol looks up from his feet, seeming to teeter uncertainly between supporting Zavien and saying hi to the man they had previously called 'friend.' Unspoken permission flows down the bond, a quiet reassurance that he plans to try moving past whatever slights he'd felt.
The golden dragon rushes forward on bounding limbs as his bonded nods. While Zavien's greeting isn't nearly as friendly or excited as the bright chirps of his companion, it's not cold either, a hollow breeze attempting to stir the rays of light. "I was thinking about it." He takes a deep breath, looking more closely at the clearing of sparring people before his gaze lands back on Kai, cautious even as Sol begs the man for scratches. "Are you free?"
We wear our scars as proof
that we are still alive.
