flowers in your hair

VARUS

The names register a bit, and Varus settles into the couch as he flashes her a small smile. “Already met one of the Theskyra’s.” He offers, shrugging his one shoulder as he meets her gaze and he knows that she knows he hadn’t given her his first name. But she doesn’t push on it and it’s something that Varus appreciates far more than he could ever articulate.

As she wrinkles her nose and her eyes flash, Varus watches with a hint of curiosity before her joke hits him and he offers her a warm chuckle. “Ugh, unfortunately. I’ll be here forever if I were to do it now.” He lifts his one hand and waves slightly, before he’s dragging that blanket on the back of the couch back over to inspect. Even if it took forever, it wouldn't entirely stop him. She isn't trying to get him out of her house just yet anyway, might as well take the charity where he can. “I’m glad too.” He admits with a small, surprisingly bright smile, before he’s leaning back into the couch and stretching his legs out in front of him.

“So, Isla, what’re your favorite types of books?” He asks, leaning his head back against the back of the couch and peers at her with a tinge of brightness to his gaze as he starts to run some minimal scans.

and i find sorrow in idle minds
and solace in being heard