“Soon, a week, maybe.” Zevulun had responded when Avalon asked about the approaching snowfall. It wouldn’t be long now before the sky was filled with a flurry of white snowflakes that’d leave a blanket of ice in its wake. He’d smiled at her comment, his blue eyes bright on her. “At least I’ll always be able to find you.”
Now the pair was isolated in the cave and as much as he wanted to keep this moment between them – live some double-life where he could absorb in Avalon’s company and not need to share her with anyone else – Zevulun was also loyal to his sisters. There would be moments, he promised himself, he could steal Avalon away to alcoves of privacy where they could return to this.
He lifted his head, resting his chin on her wither, and allowed them just a moment of peace and togetherness before he spoke of the future. Pressed as close as he could be to her, he hoped her body basked in the physical warmth he could provide her. Zevulun sighed, giving in and deciding the future wouldn’t wait and he shouldn’t hold back from allowing her the time to prepare.
“Alright,” he started, opening his eyes so he could look at her. “What do you want to know of my sisters before you meet them?” He considered Mariael and Maziel and smiled, knowing they’d come to care for Avalon just as he had. This was going to be her home, he was certain of it. She would find happiness and wholesomeness here. With him.
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