Every anxious heart beat and breath was apparent to Veles, but he waited so patiently for her to enter through the door to see him. He was not disappointed, and while the physical being was Miles St. James, the gleam in the mortal's eyes and the lopsided grin on his face was very much Veles.
Standing from where he had been seated, he took long strides over to her. "My dearest Dodola..." His fingers smoothed through her hair and he closed his eyes as he let the soft, silky strands move against the rough and dry fingers and palms Miles had gained throughout his years of hard labor. Resting his hands on her shoulders, his fingertips found small patches of exposed skin just against the nap of her neck. "How has it been so long?"
To Veles' knowledge, there was no Perun. There would be no surges and bolts of lightning to pull him away from her this time. He leaned in, lips pressing against her forehead as he smiled. "When will you make it rain for me? Hmm?" He let out a long breath as he inhaled her sweet scent mixed with the flowers he had brought with him as always.
Tilting his head down, he was careful as he twisted a strand of her head around two fingers. "You know it is my favorite thing."