VARUS
Catching up with the Voice is something the both of them need to do, it seems, but Varus is quite content to sit there and flash an amused grin at her as she offers her two cents over the color he’s chosen. “Oh, I’m sorry. Does ‘Whatever color you like’ only account for those that are easy?” He quips, that charming smile tugging at his face again. The offer of painting at the Artist’s Sanctuary, though, does intrigue him a fraction. He isn’t much of a painter, honestly, but that doesn’t mean he can’t try. “I’m a horrid painter, but I’d be happy to attend.” He offers, his head tilting a fraction as he regards her.
Her shit-eating grin, though, sparks a brighter gleam to his gaze. “I’m quite comfortable, yes.” He assures her with a bright chuckle, one that mellows out as she offers a hint of honesty. Something that smooths over the amusement of before. “I imagine if it was a bad strange you would’ve asked me to leave a while ago.” And she hadn’t. And so he’s stayed. And he’d likely stay however long she wanted, craving that bit of conversation, the closeness to someone else that he hasn’t had in centuries. “Well, since we can’t entertain as one would if they weren’t Ascended, I guess we’ll have to make it up as we go, yeah?” He makes a show of consideration, his head tilting as his gaze darts around the room. Tea and food were options that didn't benefit them, neither was sleeping. But there are other things that might be considered fun. “Whatcha got for board games?” Or any games. He's not picky.
Her shit-eating grin, though, sparks a brighter gleam to his gaze. “I’m quite comfortable, yes.” He assures her with a bright chuckle, one that mellows out as she offers a hint of honesty. Something that smooths over the amusement of before. “I imagine if it was a bad strange you would’ve asked me to leave a while ago.” And she hadn’t. And so he’s stayed. And he’d likely stay however long she wanted, craving that bit of conversation, the closeness to someone else that he hasn’t had in centuries. “Well, since we can’t entertain as one would if they weren’t Ascended, I guess we’ll have to make it up as we go, yeah?” He makes a show of consideration, his head tilting as his gaze darts around the room. Tea and food were options that didn't benefit them, neither was sleeping. But there are other things that might be considered fun. “Whatcha got for board games?” Or any games. He's not picky.
and i find sorrow in idle minds
and solace in being heard
and solace in being heard
