flowers in your hair

VARUS

A low hum of a laugh leaves him at the comment of being her supplier. He supposes that’s a good enough reason to be kept around and wouldn’t dare to complain about it. But the conversation shifts to the power the two of them had together, Aamu and Varus, and a crooked smirk forms on his face as he regards her, giving her arm a light squeeze. “My, Isla, you read me so well.” He chuckles. “I wouldn’t say such a loose cannon, but definitely more… Intense than Aamu. The brawn, I guess.” His one shoulder rises and falls in a shrug.

She mentions she’s an outlander, though, and it certainly does intrigue him a fraction. “I suppose that is similar.” He comments a bit offhandedly, before they’re pausing by a green door, and he peers at it appreciatively, something homey compared to what he was used to. He doesn’t push her on the Outlander comment, regardless of how curious he is of it, though.

She opens the door and he flashes her an innocent look that shifts to a playful, fanged smirk. “Would you hit me with my own arm again if I said it was a bit of both?” He jests, stepping into the home after her, looking around it in no small part of appreciation and edge of comfort. “Your home is nice, Isla.” He compliments, continuing his look around.

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