SFW for the #Mystictober event
Day 1 Favorite character and Ring
Flitting through the crowds of people backstage heading towards Zen’s dressing room. The show had ended almost twenty minutes prior but you have been waiting for your boyfriend to finish up his curtain call. Giving him a little time to start cleaning up before you swoop in on him. Smiling and waving at familiar faces. Ducking past the director who you know was going to try to pin you down to get more information about Zen’s schedule. Escaping for the moment you pause before knocking on your boyfriend's door.
Something feels off. A cold shiver running through your form and it’s not from the brisk fall air outside. Slowly sliding the door open the sight that greets you causes your heart to drop into your toes. Zen has his entire dressing room strew everywhere. In the middle of the tornado he sits on his bench in front of his vanity turning at the sounds of you entering. Devastation painted across his beautifully expressive face. “Baby what’s wrong?” Stepping inside, closing away the rest of the world so that it's only the two of you. Practically sprinting to the side of the upset man as he reaches out collapsing against you burying his face in your chest.
It takes you a moment of soothing, running your finger through his tousled, stage worn hair to realize Zen is softly murmuring against you. Weakly begging, pleading with you not to hate him. “Darling, please tell me what’s wrong. I promise I’ll listen to every word and stay as calm as possible. We will talk this through together.” Zen is still holding you, but turning his head you finally are able to identify the guilt rich on his face. After performing your boyfriend was always higher strung and bleeding his emotions. Tonight was even more intense than usual.
“I lost it.” Has your vivacious actor ever sounded so muted and fearful? Something inside you broke in response to his pain but you couldn’t allow it since at this instance he needed you to be strong more than anything else.
“Tell me what happened to the love of my life.” Watching his eyes drift close from your soft voice and gentle touches. You would do anything to fix whatever was going on. Without needing to say a word you knew he was aware of that.
“I lost my ring.” Ashamed, lifting his naked left hand. “I had it in my pocket before entering the theater. I thought I left it on my table here but it’s gone. It was the symbol of our promise to each other and I just lost it. I’m terrible.” The grief in his statement set you a bit of a tailspin. Struggling to pull away from Zen. To kneel down in front of him in your dress. Gazing up at his forlorn face with tender assurance.
“Baby, I love you. I love you more than any other person or thing in this entire world.” Reaching out you sweetly stroke the side of his face with your fingers. “You must have been really nervous about your opening night darling. You gave me your ring in the car earlier. I have it in my purse. Your promise was never lost, my handsome, wonderful Eros. I kept it safe for you while you wooed the world.” Grabbing your purse, digging into it swiftly. Quickly finding Zen’s large silver ring where you’d tucked it away safely in a hidden pocket in the liner. “See love.” Beaming up at the anxious man praying you can chase away the haunted look in his beautiful ruby eyes.
“Oh, my angel. Oh, you saved me.” Crashing forward his lips collide with yours. The relief palpable in his action of capturing your mouth and claiming your tongue as his. Pulling you up and against him you find yourself sliding into Zen’s lap laughing as breaking away he instead plants wet kisses down your neck and across your chest. “Put it on me please.” Holding out his left hand, cradling you as Zen comes down from the wave of stress he’d been riding.
“You can’t wear it in the theater darling.” It physically pains you to deny him when he’s been so upset, but Zen always depended on you to be the sensible one about his career when he refused to be.
“Just for now, please while we sit here. Just so I can feel it there and my connection to you.” Beseeching you so earnestly, so delicately you can’t refuse. Sliding the heavy weight onto his offered digit, you feel a flood of warmth at the sigh of joy it brings to Zen. Gripping your left hand he brings your ring to his lips. Pressing the cool metal there and just holding you. Giving him the time he requires to unwind and feel like himself again. “I was so afraid you’d be furious with me. Like you’d think my pledge to you was frivolous. That was dumb. You know me better than that.”
“Zen, darling, I don’t need rings to know how much you love me. All I need to do is look into your eyes and I see every single detail of how you feel.”
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