VARUS
She slows and he manages to catch up to her, flashing an easier smile (somewhat tinged with a thanks) before his brows are raising, realizing what it looked like. Still, he can play it off easily. “Not as far as I know, haven’t asked though.” He winks to her, and moves to hand her the bouquet, as if it might explain why he had called her name out.
He isn’t wearing much, a dark pair of pants, a long sleeve shirt that’s knitted and soft, tied up on the side with his missing arm, but it’s still oddly charming given the fact that he looks warm despite being anything but. “I told you I’d pay you back for taking off my arm. You had said you liked flowers.” He informs her in case she’s forgotten, a raise of his brow given to her in case she plans to challenge it. “So these flowers for you.”
He isn’t wearing much, a dark pair of pants, a long sleeve shirt that’s knitted and soft, tied up on the side with his missing arm, but it’s still oddly charming given the fact that he looks warm despite being anything but. “I told you I’d pay you back for taking off my arm. You had said you liked flowers.” He informs her in case she’s forgotten, a raise of his brow given to her in case she plans to challenge it. “So these flowers for you.”
and i find sorrow in idle minds
and solace in being heard
and solace in being heard
