VARUS
It’s absolutely surprising just how good the Prince looks now. And from it, Varus can’t help but to snug Isla closer, a part of him jealous and a part of him rational. “I already gave some away.” The Ascended whines in protest, parting from her and her touch to his jaw as he guides them into the bedroom.
He spends a bit of time figuring out what to get the Prince, and when he decides and hands it to the companion (man?) Varus waits patiently for him to fry them on. They’re loose and they’re somewhat baggy but it’ll have to do. Perhaps he has some hidden clothes in the house he grew up in that might fit the Prince better until they can have something made.
Regardless, his brows rise a fraction as he takes in the Prince, snorting lightly. “You’re welcome. Uh… Maybe you can help me move this out of the bedroom for now?” Because it feels a bit crowded and honestly he’s not entirely sure how to have the Prince help him. Something that is evident in the way Varus walks past Isla with a bright smile that’s a tinge confused and a hint surprised.
He spends a bit of time figuring out what to get the Prince, and when he decides and hands it to the companion (man?) Varus waits patiently for him to fry them on. They’re loose and they’re somewhat baggy but it’ll have to do. Perhaps he has some hidden clothes in the house he grew up in that might fit the Prince better until they can have something made.
Regardless, his brows rise a fraction as he takes in the Prince, snorting lightly. “You’re welcome. Uh… Maybe you can help me move this out of the bedroom for now?” Because it feels a bit crowded and honestly he’s not entirely sure how to have the Prince help him. Something that is evident in the way Varus walks past Isla with a bright smile that’s a tinge confused and a hint surprised.
and you ease my troubles with your hands, like the night puts a calm on the valley
