[ Eizen moves closer and Zaveid doesn't want to face it - he's kept his distance for a reason. He can still remember the way the other man's body had been wrapped up and twisted in malevolence, the way he had fallen prey to it as the Lord of Calamity swept forward, how his jaw had opened wide and he did no more than devour him. He can remember the twisting panic he had felt, bearing witness to it, unable to pull himself away as he watched his friend become something that he would never be able to come back from. Eizen had been replaced by a monster, and...
Zaveid snaps a little, shaking as he leans close and presses into Eizen's body. He's warm and solid and real, no scales or dragonfire to stop him from embracing him. It's been such a long time, it feels like centuries upon centuries, and yet... Here he stands, as if born again. He hates it, hates it so much, but he loves it all the same. It's twinned with how he felt when he found out that Dezel was around, too; the same burning guilt, the same desperation and panic that makes him want to break from the inside out.
There's no relaxing into his body, no resting against him, but he's held all the same. The pain is sharp and real and he knows that, soon, he's going to flee and wrap himself around his vessel or find Dezel and find some comfort, something to ease the ache deep in his chest, but for now... He takes shuddering breaths, swallowing the panic, the hurt, the suffering, and he squeezes his eyes shut. He refuses to cry, he won't cry, not again. He can't let himself.
Instead, he thumps Eizen's arm. ] You asshole. [ It's broken and quiet but at least it's there. ] You're not supposed to come back and thank me. You're supposed to come and beat the hell out of me for not doing it fast enough. Jeez... [ He sniffles. ] Pain in the ass...
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Zaveid snaps a little, shaking as he leans close and presses into Eizen's body. He's warm and solid and real, no scales or dragonfire to stop him from embracing him. It's been such a long time, it feels like centuries upon centuries, and yet... Here he stands, as if born again. He hates it, hates it so much, but he loves it all the same. It's twinned with how he felt when he found out that Dezel was around, too; the same burning guilt, the same desperation and panic that makes him want to break from the inside out.
There's no relaxing into his body, no resting against him, but he's held all the same. The pain is sharp and real and he knows that, soon, he's going to flee and wrap himself around his vessel or find Dezel and find some comfort, something to ease the ache deep in his chest, but for now... He takes shuddering breaths, swallowing the panic, the hurt, the suffering, and he squeezes his eyes shut. He refuses to cry, he won't cry, not again. He can't let himself.
Instead, he thumps Eizen's arm. ] You asshole. [ It's broken and quiet but at least it's there. ] You're not supposed to come back and thank me. You're supposed to come and beat the hell out of me for not doing it fast enough. Jeez... [ He sniffles. ] Pain in the ass...