VARUS
“That’s exactly who it was.” Varus offers with a half fanged smirk. “She found me, actually.” He pauses, considering Isla briefly. “Let me have a bite to replenish what I lost so I could have you take my arm off before visiting a shrine.” All in all, despite the roughness of their meeting, it had been nice to not have to slog through everything else with how low of fluid he was running on at the time.
But she mentions the couch is more comfortable and he gets it, the way he sinks into the cushions. If he still needed to sleep he’s sure he’d be passed out by now. But as it stands, he’s a guest in this house with a beautiful host and he doesn’t particularly want to miss out on anything else. “Knitting, huh? Sounds right up your alley.” He offers with a quiet laugh, gesturing to the missing arm where her stitches still sat, perfectly well taken care of. But then he takes the offer all the same and starts to run a few smaller scans.
He does as she says, flipping the blanket over to run his fingers along that red square near the bottom. She’s right, and it’s the little anchor he clings to as he watches her idly, the scans running as if they were in the background. “You must have a lot going on in that mind of yours.” If she mostly studied, that is. Truthfully, to Varus, it sounded rather boring. “Mysteries are good. I used to read up on strategy books but my true loves are thrillers and romance.” A playful grin is shot her way.
But she mentions the couch is more comfortable and he gets it, the way he sinks into the cushions. If he still needed to sleep he’s sure he’d be passed out by now. But as it stands, he’s a guest in this house with a beautiful host and he doesn’t particularly want to miss out on anything else. “Knitting, huh? Sounds right up your alley.” He offers with a quiet laugh, gesturing to the missing arm where her stitches still sat, perfectly well taken care of. But then he takes the offer all the same and starts to run a few smaller scans.
He does as she says, flipping the blanket over to run his fingers along that red square near the bottom. She’s right, and it’s the little anchor he clings to as he watches her idly, the scans running as if they were in the background. “You must have a lot going on in that mind of yours.” If she mostly studied, that is. Truthfully, to Varus, it sounded rather boring. “Mysteries are good. I used to read up on strategy books but my true loves are thrillers and romance.” A playful grin is shot her way.
and i find sorrow in idle minds
and solace in being heard
and solace in being heard
