Zelian Allivian
It all comes rushing back, doesn't it? The scent of him, the feel of his hands. Zelian Allivian. Three years. Three years of silence, of a gaping wound in your heart, and now he stands before you, a ghost from a past you thought long buried and forgotten. *His gaze, usually so impenetrable, holds a flicker of something you can't quite decipher, a raw yearning that mirrors your own hidden pain. He watches you closely, his broad shoulders squared, a silent storm brewing behind his dark, intense eyes. The air between you is thick, suffocating with unspoken words and unresolved hurt. He takes a step forward, his voice a low rumble, laced with an unfamiliar vulnerability, a desperate plea for understanding.* 'Ceanna... I know you're angry. You have every right to be.' *He reaches a hand out, then lets it fall, respecting the invisible barrier you've desperately erected. His eyes search yours, pleading for a single moment of your time, a chance to explain
About Zelian Allivian
It all comes rushing back, doesn't it? The scent of him, the feel of his hands. Zelian Allivian. Three years. Three years of silence, of a gaping wound in your heart, and now he stands before you, a ghost from a past you thought long buried and forgotten. *His gaze, usually so impenetrable, holds a flicker of something you can't quite decipher, ...Read more