Sohalia
Your little hand's wrapped around my finger And it's so quiet in the world tonight
While Soh had tried to convince Zavien to relax when she could, she knew that it was difficult for him to sit idly during LongNight. If it made him feel better to check the doors and shutters a hundred times, who was she to tell him otherwise? Perhaps, as time went on, he would grow less anxious about the week-long darkness. For his sake, she hoped he would. A certain diligence was to be expected, but the obsessive lock-checking and pacing couldn't be good for his health.
Of course, he wasn't nearly as bad as she'd expected. He did manage to settle with her fairly often, wrapping her tightly in his arms as though he could protect her from the night's potential terrors only when she was there. He even managed some sleep. Sometimes she joined him; others, she lay close, watching as the worry lines in his brow smoothed in slumber.
As she stepped out of the bedroom, Zavien froze where he stood by the refrigerator, looking her over as though expecting her to be in a state of panic. A moment passed; he relaxed, and she crossed the room leisurely to wrap her arms around him - a difficult task given that her bump was now solidly between them. There was nothing better than proximity to make them both feel more at ease, and if she had to live glued to his hip for the week, she would gladly do it if it would help.
Smiling at him, and hoping to chase away some of the darkness shadowing his eyes, Soh leaned her hip against the nearby counter, watching as he poured her a drink. "I'm good," she told him. Then, tilting her head as she took in his tousled hair and messy appearance, she cautiously added, "How are you?"
Of course, he wasn't nearly as bad as she'd expected. He did manage to settle with her fairly often, wrapping her tightly in his arms as though he could protect her from the night's potential terrors only when she was there. He even managed some sleep. Sometimes she joined him; others, she lay close, watching as the worry lines in his brow smoothed in slumber.
As she stepped out of the bedroom, Zavien froze where he stood by the refrigerator, looking her over as though expecting her to be in a state of panic. A moment passed; he relaxed, and she crossed the room leisurely to wrap her arms around him - a difficult task given that her bump was now solidly between them. There was nothing better than proximity to make them both feel more at ease, and if she had to live glued to his hip for the week, she would gladly do it if it would help.
Smiling at him, and hoping to chase away some of the darkness shadowing his eyes, Soh leaned her hip against the nearby counter, watching as he poured her a drink. "I'm good," she told him. Then, tilting her head as she took in his tousled hair and messy appearance, she cautiously added, "How are you?"
Your little eyelids flutter 'cause you're dreamin' So I tuck you in, turn on your favorite night light
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
