VARUS
His chin dips a fraction in agreement that Wessex was good. He didn’t know the Wraith much, but he did know that she’d saved him from Queen’s Gambit, brought him to Isla to get the arm removed. Otherwise, he’d still likely be lost, trying to find his way back to the Grounds from King’s End. “I’ve been back to reup but I haven’t gone and asked to see her yet.” He pauses, flashing a gentle smile her way as his fingers run along the blanket. “Would do some good to catch up, I guess.” He rumbles with a soft laugh.
It’s been centuries since he’d seen the Voice, after all.
His brows raise at the idea of a knitted arm, a bark of a laugh leaving him as it interrupts his scans. “Oh that’d be great. How about… A purple one.” He rumbles with amusement gleaming clear in his gaze, before he tries to settle to continue the scans, watching as she lounges in the chair opposite of him.
The idea of brooding, though, well… If there was someone that understood that quite well, it was the man sitting on the couch. “Ohhhh, I know.” He admits with a crooked smile as she launches into the suggestion of a romantic thriller. “See, exactly. That’s exactly it.” He hums another laugh. “Sometimes you gotta keep your imagination up to par.” And to focus on someone else’s lives within the bindings of the pages rather than the way your own spiraled out of control.
“You comfortable over there?” He asks with a sparkle of amusement with how she’s lounged quite contently on her side, something that’s mirrored in the way he sinks in and starts his scans again.
It’s been centuries since he’d seen the Voice, after all.
His brows raise at the idea of a knitted arm, a bark of a laugh leaving him as it interrupts his scans. “Oh that’d be great. How about… A purple one.” He rumbles with amusement gleaming clear in his gaze, before he tries to settle to continue the scans, watching as she lounges in the chair opposite of him.
The idea of brooding, though, well… If there was someone that understood that quite well, it was the man sitting on the couch. “Ohhhh, I know.” He admits with a crooked smile as she launches into the suggestion of a romantic thriller. “See, exactly. That’s exactly it.” He hums another laugh. “Sometimes you gotta keep your imagination up to par.” And to focus on someone else’s lives within the bindings of the pages rather than the way your own spiraled out of control.
“You comfortable over there?” He asks with a sparkle of amusement with how she’s lounged quite contently on her side, something that’s mirrored in the way he sinks in and starts his scans again.
and i find sorrow in idle minds
and solace in being heard
and solace in being heard
