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.
His hands braced against her sides, helping her sit upright in bed while she caught her breath. Despite her words, concern still deepened the line between his brows, eyes continuing to scan until finally landing on her attempt at a smile. He looked down at his own attire, skin and boxers on full display. He hadn't even registered the cold, and he certainly didn't care how he looked right now, but the idea was slightly funny - if they weren't about to have a baby.
Zavien's lips quirked at the corner, kneeling to help put her shoes on her feet. "If I have to." He stood to take her hands, suddenly gripped by her intense strength working on cutting off the circulation to his fingers. Letting her expend the pain however she needed, Zavien freed one hand to rub it over her shoulders, pulling her close. The movement was solid and soothing, as if it could work the pain from her muscles, as if it could ground her in the moment rather than the feeling. He couldn't tell if he was talking or not. There might have been words of "Breathe" and "It's okay" and "I'm here," but he was so acutely focused on her that he just wanted to do or say whatever would ease the suffering.
When her fingers released their vice grip on his hand, he straightened, pausing for a moment before helping guide the jacket over her shoulders in a hurried motion. They had to move fast if they were going to -
He froze, fear clutching him as he watched the blood drain from her face. His hands moved instinctually to her shoulders, ready to brace her should Soh lose her balance; but Zavien felt like he was the one who might fall over when she admitted to her water breaking. He didn't know much, but he knew that meant they didn't have much time, and he felt the timeline shrink.
Nodding his head, Zavien looked around. "Okay okay. That's okay." Whether that was reassurance for her or him, it seemed to help anyways, his mind racing to catch up. "We have two choices." He looked to Soh, leaving the choice up to her as he said, "We can stay here and hope the doctor can get to us, or" Zavien shrugged his shoulders, "I carry you there." The determination in his eyes made it clear that he'd do it too, without hesitation. He'd trained all his life. Carrying his pregnant girlfriend a few blocks would be a piece of cake.
Zavien's lips quirked at the corner, kneeling to help put her shoes on her feet. "If I have to." He stood to take her hands, suddenly gripped by her intense strength working on cutting off the circulation to his fingers. Letting her expend the pain however she needed, Zavien freed one hand to rub it over her shoulders, pulling her close. The movement was solid and soothing, as if it could work the pain from her muscles, as if it could ground her in the moment rather than the feeling. He couldn't tell if he was talking or not. There might have been words of "Breathe" and "It's okay" and "I'm here," but he was so acutely focused on her that he just wanted to do or say whatever would ease the suffering.
When her fingers released their vice grip on his hand, he straightened, pausing for a moment before helping guide the jacket over her shoulders in a hurried motion. They had to move fast if they were going to -
He froze, fear clutching him as he watched the blood drain from her face. His hands moved instinctually to her shoulders, ready to brace her should Soh lose her balance; but Zavien felt like he was the one who might fall over when she admitted to her water breaking. He didn't know much, but he knew that meant they didn't have much time, and he felt the timeline shrink.
Nodding his head, Zavien looked around. "Okay okay. That's okay." Whether that was reassurance for her or him, it seemed to help anyways, his mind racing to catch up. "We have two choices." He looked to Soh, leaving the choice up to her as he said, "We can stay here and hope the doctor can get to us, or" Zavien shrugged his shoulders, "I carry you there." The determination in his eyes made it clear that he'd do it too, without hesitation. He'd trained all his life. Carrying his pregnant girlfriend a few blocks would be a piece of cake.
Zavien
