honey, i rose up from the dead. i do it all the time
There’s a part of it that feels so good to fall back into old habits. And in a way, Varus relishes in it. He relishes in the quiet that he can slip into, into he shadows he can hide into, in the way he doesn’t need to breathe and could remain as still as a statue, unaware and unassuming until he makes his presence known.
Luckily for Iris, she doesn’t choose to run again. Luckily for Varus, he doesn’t intend on harming her unless absolutely necessary. It’s a fact of which he airs for her, to get her to talk. The question of compensation, though, has him inclining his head in his curiosity even as his gaze remains focused like a predator to its prey on her in case she does try to run. “Convenience for what?” He asks, still with that throatier voice.
But the second part? Well that’s certainly confusing. “How long have you been in the Grounds and what were you here for?” He asks instead, not wanting to dive into who he that she referred to just yet.
Luckily for Iris, she doesn’t choose to run again. Luckily for Varus, he doesn’t intend on harming her unless absolutely necessary. It’s a fact of which he airs for her, to get her to talk. The question of compensation, though, has him inclining his head in his curiosity even as his gaze remains focused like a predator to its prey on her in case she does try to run. “Convenience for what?” He asks, still with that throatier voice.
But the second part? Well that’s certainly confusing. “How long have you been in the Grounds and what were you here for?” He asks instead, not wanting to dive into who he that she referred to just yet.
VARUS
