Zevran barely had time to register Maika’s words—the mention of a man and his daughter who had saved her, the image of their child with his hair—before she kissed him. The weight of her lips against his, the fire and urgency in her touch, caught him completely off guard. But only for a moment.
He responded instinctively, his hands rising to her waist, pulling her closer as he melted into the kiss. It was fierce, raw, and unrestrained, a collision of grief and longing that had been building for years. When she pushed him back against the wall, he let her, his body yielding even as his own passion surged in return.
The kiss was a language unto itself, speaking of all the things they couldn’t put into words: the sorrow of what they had lost, the yearning for what might still be, the tentative hope that something new could rise from the ashes of their shared pain.
When they finally broke apart, Zevran’s breath came in shallow gasps, his golden eyes searching hers, alight with something that was equal parts wonder and vulnerability. For a moment, he said nothing, letting the silence between them stretch, filled with the echoes of what had just passed. Then, with a soft, almost incredulous laugh, he spoke.
He cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing lightly against her cheeks, his gaze soft but intent.
Zevran leaned in, pressing a brief, tender kiss to her forehead, as if grounding himself in her presence. When he pulled back, his smile was smaller but no less genuine, a hint of his familiar charm returning even amidst the vulnerability.
His words carried a hint of his usual playful tone, but the depth of his feelings lingered beneath the surface. Zevran had been through many things in his life, but this—this reunion, this rediscovery of something he thought he had lost forever—was unlike anything he had ever faced. And for once, he wasn’t afraid to embrace it, no matter what came next.
@Maika Arainai
He responded instinctively, his hands rising to her waist, pulling her closer as he melted into the kiss. It was fierce, raw, and unrestrained, a collision of grief and longing that had been building for years. When she pushed him back against the wall, he let her, his body yielding even as his own passion surged in return.
The kiss was a language unto itself, speaking of all the things they couldn’t put into words: the sorrow of what they had lost, the yearning for what might still be, the tentative hope that something new could rise from the ashes of their shared pain.
When they finally broke apart, Zevran’s breath came in shallow gasps, his golden eyes searching hers, alight with something that was equal parts wonder and vulnerability. For a moment, he said nothing, letting the silence between them stretch, filled with the echoes of what had just passed. Then, with a soft, almost incredulous laugh, he spoke.
Well, Maika,he murmured, his voice rough with emotion,
if that is what mourning and change have done to you, I must say... it suits you.
He cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing lightly against her cheeks, his gaze soft but intent.
I have missed you in every way a person can be missed. And if this is how we begin again, I could think of no better way to start.
Zevran leaned in, pressing a brief, tender kiss to her forehead, as if grounding himself in her presence. When he pulled back, his smile was smaller but no less genuine, a hint of his familiar charm returning even amidst the vulnerability.
But if you are going to push me into walls, at least give me a little warning next time, hmm? Not that I am complaining, of course.
His words carried a hint of his usual playful tone, but the depth of his feelings lingered beneath the surface. Zevran had been through many things in his life, but this—this reunion, this rediscovery of something he thought he had lost forever—was unlike anything he had ever faced. And for once, he wasn’t afraid to embrace it, no matter what came next.
@Maika Arainai
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