VARUS
He can’t imagine what it’s like, truthfully. To officially die and be brought back, raised from the dead? He supposes that’s quite a feat in and of itself. He’ll have to ask Aamu how he did it. But there’s a long, slow nod at the mention of LongNight, dying during the darkest of weeks. He doesn’t blame her for wanting to come back. In fact, he’s glad she has.
And not just because she helped him remove his arm.
She settles in a chair of her own and his gaze follows her even as his fingers continue to run along the blankets, pretending as though he can feel the fabric beneath them as her words reach him. “I also read.” He rumbles with a light laugh. “My family had a sprawling library.” He explains with a wave of his hand until her words of where he’s staying have him flashing her an amused grin if only to hide the truth of what he’s about to say.
“Been staying at that new bar with the weird name.” He shrugs his one good shoulder. “Other than that just trying to explore the differences.” Long story short? No. He hadn’t.
And not just because she helped him remove his arm.
She settles in a chair of her own and his gaze follows her even as his fingers continue to run along the blankets, pretending as though he can feel the fabric beneath them as her words reach him. “I also read.” He rumbles with a light laugh. “My family had a sprawling library.” He explains with a wave of his hand until her words of where he’s staying have him flashing her an amused grin if only to hide the truth of what he’s about to say.
“Been staying at that new bar with the weird name.” He shrugs his one good shoulder. “Other than that just trying to explore the differences.” Long story short? No. He hadn’t.
and i find sorrow in idle minds
and solace in being heard
and solace in being heard
