VARUS
“That there can be.” Varus offers with a huff of a laugh, but watches her nonetheless, waiting to see if his request is accepted. Despite not getting anything out of tea or warmth from a fireplace, he decides quickly that the idea of it might be worth more credit than he’s giving it. But she’s sliding past him, her arm brushing against his only one, and he regards her curiously as she passes, tucking the book away in his gloved hand as she opens the door and gestures for him to step in.
And after flattery like that? He’d be a fool to not agree to go with her.
He follows her lead, kicking off snowy boots and removing the fur jacket around him to reveal the deep red shirt beneath it, short sleeved where only one arm is still attached. The other sleeve waves a bit uselessly with his movements.
He does as she says, scanning the room out of habit and picking a seat that has a view of the exits, with his back to the wall — every ounce the soldier he was created to be. “Neat trick. Are you Acquired?” He asks, unknowingly dating himself with the term used for Abandoned, but lets it slip regardless as he lets his bright blue gaze land back on her. “Questions… Right. Well,” he pauses to pull the book out, propping it against his thigh as he opens it with his only hand, “I’ve heard a lot has changed up here since I was here last… I guess what’s happened recently in Halo?” A marker to start to see where they’re at.
And after flattery like that? He’d be a fool to not agree to go with her.
He follows her lead, kicking off snowy boots and removing the fur jacket around him to reveal the deep red shirt beneath it, short sleeved where only one arm is still attached. The other sleeve waves a bit uselessly with his movements.
He does as she says, scanning the room out of habit and picking a seat that has a view of the exits, with his back to the wall — every ounce the soldier he was created to be. “Neat trick. Are you Acquired?” He asks, unknowingly dating himself with the term used for Abandoned, but lets it slip regardless as he lets his bright blue gaze land back on her. “Questions… Right. Well,” he pauses to pull the book out, propping it against his thigh as he opens it with his only hand, “I’ve heard a lot has changed up here since I was here last… I guess what’s happened recently in Halo?” A marker to start to see where they’re at.
stories without a few let downs are boring when told
perfection and poems are a lie when it all unfolds
perfection and poems are a lie when it all unfolds
