The witty and the weird

Zevran’s golden eyes lit up with a familiar mischief at Maika’s playful words, the spark of their old dynamic rekindling in an instant. The grief and weight of the past didn’t vanish, but it shifted, making room for the fire that had always burned between them.

Ah, Maika, he said, his voice low and teasing, his lips curving into a wicked grin. You wound me. As if I would ever oppose such a suggestion. But you are right—an alley lacks a certain... ambiance. And for you, I would want nothing less than the best.

He took a step back, though his hand lingered on hers, his fingers brushing lightly against her skin. Unless, of course, you insist. I am but a humble servant to your whims, my dear. Wherever you wish to lead, I shall follow.

Zevran’s gaze softened for a moment, the playful glint tempered by the genuine affection that had always been at the heart of their connection. But wherever we go, Maika, know this: you are my home. Whether it’s in a grand estate or the narrowest alley in Antiva City, as long as you are with me, it is enough.

He stepped closer again, his voice dropping to a near whisper as his fingers lightly traced the curve of her jaw. So, what will it be, my love? Shall we find somewhere more fitting for our reunion? Or shall we scandalize the night itself and remind these streets what true passion looks like?

His words were daring, his tone a blend of sincerity and irreverence that only Zevran could master. No matter what came next, it was clear that he would follow her lead, content simply to be by her side again.

@Maika Arainai