The Lost Islands
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on all the ashes in my wake

ZEVULUN

Zevu was far from disappointed when she didn’t play into his suggestion. How could such a sorrowful emotion touch him when he was standing here, beneath the moonlight, talking with this beautiful, wonderful, sweet young thing? Nothing could be far from his imagined perfection and his heart was soaring with every fresh change in pace the conversation brought him. Her questions, though not saturated in sticky sweet as his were, were enticing to him.

See, Zevu had met and spoke with no one but his sisters. They knew everything there was to know of him, as they’d been the ones to help him grow up. They didn’t have a need to look at him as if he were there only hope for communication, nor did they need to ask about him and want to know about him. The questions she asked were making him nearly giddy. Zevu was simply too pleased by this entire encounter.

“I’ve lived here my whole life.” He said with a smile. “Never been off the island.” That was a less happy note, but he wouldn’t let anything sour touch his tone, not while he talked with her. Mariael had forbade them to leave the deep, secreted caverns far back in Tinuvel’s tundra and was just barely now warming up to the idea they should travel beyond their means. Any day now Zevu knew she would say they could swim the ocean to the islands and he couldn’t wait.

“I’ve been up in the mountains,” he pointed with his pale pink muzzle toward the distant dark looming shapes. “There are caverns up there that are difficult, but not impossible to find. We were staying there.”

Zevu’s gaze drew back toward her, ears pointed forward. “The name’s Zevulun, but you, beautiful can call me Zevu.” And he flashed another cheeky, all-too-characteristic grin before he gave a little wink. Who’re you?”

Are you real, or did I dream you up?

He could feel his heartbeat increase at that little smile she had on her lips. Zevu bowed his head, his white forelock laying over his forehead, the ends drifting just above his eyes, catching the luminescent glow of the moon. “I’m very real, although I don’t doubt I’ve been in your dreams.”


of the bay
nephilim x aubrey; cremello splash snowcap


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