flowers in your hair

VARUS

She gestures for him to take a seat and so he does, along a very comfortable looking couch that doesn’t seem to match the rest of it. It’s charming, though, and he watches her idly as she moves over toward the table to put the flowers into a vase. “Dead dead?” He half asks, despite it being rhetorical, and a quiet whistle leaves his lips as he props his head up on his only arm, peering over at her. “How does it feel to be alive again?” He asks her with a crooked smile. Anything she says would be interesting to him, given the fact that at least he hadn’t died. His return from stasis was far different from being dragged from Mort’s Realm or wherever the Ascended souls were kept.

Still, she arranges the bouquet and he flashes a bright fanged grin her way as she gives into him, a chuckle leaving him that echoes against the walls. “Aren't I a lucky man for that.” He comments, sucking in a deep breath that he doesn’t need, exhaling it in a long slow sigh. “Thank you.” He chimes with the compliment, snorting before settling down to scan the home again.

“So what is it that you usually do when you are here?” He asks, finding a blanket and runs his fingers along the fabric, trying to pretend he can feel the softness of it. “Read? Draw? Have company?” The latter half is said as his gaze lifts back up to her, raising a dark brow.

and i find sorrow in idle minds
and solace in being heard