VARUS
Her seriousness only brings him more amusement that lights up his eyes. “Then I apologize for my bad manners.” He retorts with another chuckle, spying the smile that twitches up her lips as her shoulders shrug. She agrees to the purple regardless and somehow it feels like he’s won a tiny little battle at least. “Oh good. I’m not sure I’ve even sketched anything that wasn’t chicken scratch.” He half mutters, another soft laugh leaving him.
But he’s there to rescue her when it comes to things to do before she kicks him out, and he regards her question over board games with a hint of surprise. She doesn’t have any – which is fine, perhaps another gift later on down the line when she’s fixed something else of his – but perks up at the subject of paper and pencils. “Ooh. Yes. Alright.” He says, stopping his scans and moving to stand, folding the blanket back onto the couch the best he can with one arm, before he’s moving toward her to offer his good hand to help her up. “Hangman sounds great. Where’s the paper and pencils?” He asks, flashing her a bright fanged grin.
But he’s there to rescue her when it comes to things to do before she kicks him out, and he regards her question over board games with a hint of surprise. She doesn’t have any – which is fine, perhaps another gift later on down the line when she’s fixed something else of his – but perks up at the subject of paper and pencils. “Ooh. Yes. Alright.” He says, stopping his scans and moving to stand, folding the blanket back onto the couch the best he can with one arm, before he’s moving toward her to offer his good hand to help her up. “Hangman sounds great. Where’s the paper and pencils?” He asks, flashing her a bright fanged grin.
and i find sorrow in idle minds
and solace in being heard
and solace in being heard
