Your soul
is the light that sees my dark,
and loves me all the same.
is the light that sees my dark,
and loves me all the same.
Exhausted from his recent trip to the Grounds, Zavien slept through most of the rocking and rolling of his girlfriend. He'd occasionally reach out a reassuring hand in his sleep or mumble a question after her comfort, but he'd recently discovered that there wasn't much he could do to help a pregnant woman's sleep beyond the massages and extra pillows, and his own sleep had been so sporadic during LongNight that his sleep was heavier than usual. However, the man was acutely aware of how close they were to the birth of their child, and his soldierly instincts kept him somewhat alert to her needs despite the rumbling snores.
When she rested a gentle hand against his shoulder, his snoring cut off in a brutal roar of breath, his eyes fluttering behind his eyelids as he turned over in a drowsy flop. "Hm?" The question seemed redundant as he slowly blinked his eyes open to see what she needed. Licking his lips and squinting his eyes, he took in the sight of her pinched expression, breaths coming much too fast for his liking.
All remnants of sleep were thrown from his mind like cobwebs from a window. He jolted up, his hand reaching out to brace her head, scanning her body as the world suddenly came into crisp focus. "Soh? Are you okay?" He could tell she very much wasn't okay, but he also couldn't tell if it was the normal kind of pain or if something was terribly wrong.
Honestly, it didn't matter.
Panic was his first feeling, threatening to pull him into its grasp as he considered all the possibilities. But Zavien took a deep breath to gather his wits. They'd planned for this. They knew this was coming. This was to be expected. They had a plan. A plan he needed to implement.
By the time he released the breath, he was already moving. Although reluctant to step out of her reach, Zavien rose from the bed, his voice rambling on as he rushed into action, Sol appearing in the room to see what the commotion was. "Okay okay. It's okay. I'm going to grab the stuff. Do you think you can walk?" Shirtless in his underwear, he snagged the bag by the door, tossing in her toothbrush and the blanket on the end of the bed, setting her shoes next to the bed before grabbing her jacket. Then he stood in front of her, eyes a little frantic and hands out at the ready, prepared to guide or support wherever he could, doing his best to be a steadying presence despite the rush in his veins or the echoing race of her heart against his chest.
When she rested a gentle hand against his shoulder, his snoring cut off in a brutal roar of breath, his eyes fluttering behind his eyelids as he turned over in a drowsy flop. "Hm?" The question seemed redundant as he slowly blinked his eyes open to see what she needed. Licking his lips and squinting his eyes, he took in the sight of her pinched expression, breaths coming much too fast for his liking.
All remnants of sleep were thrown from his mind like cobwebs from a window. He jolted up, his hand reaching out to brace her head, scanning her body as the world suddenly came into crisp focus. "Soh? Are you okay?" He could tell she very much wasn't okay, but he also couldn't tell if it was the normal kind of pain or if something was terribly wrong.
Honestly, it didn't matter.
Panic was his first feeling, threatening to pull him into its grasp as he considered all the possibilities. But Zavien took a deep breath to gather his wits. They'd planned for this. They knew this was coming. This was to be expected. They had a plan. A plan he needed to implement.
By the time he released the breath, he was already moving. Although reluctant to step out of her reach, Zavien rose from the bed, his voice rambling on as he rushed into action, Sol appearing in the room to see what the commotion was. "Okay okay. It's okay. I'm going to grab the stuff. Do you think you can walk?" Shirtless in his underwear, he snagged the bag by the door, tossing in her toothbrush and the blanket on the end of the bed, setting her shoes next to the bed before grabbing her jacket. Then he stood in front of her, eyes a little frantic and hands out at the ready, prepared to guide or support wherever he could, doing his best to be a steadying presence despite the rush in his veins or the echoing race of her heart against his chest.
Zavien
