VARUS
It’s apparently quite the challenging word and Varus has a smirk on his face by the end of it, barking a laugh as she finally figures it out. “Because I’m not a painter but I can play the fiddle.” He pauses, leaning in with a considering look that flashes across his face. “When I have both arms, of course.” He makes sure to note before he snorts, settling in to watch her list out her own.
And gods he struggles though, the hangman nearly complete aside from an arm (oddly fitting he finds) before the dawning realization hits him. “Duchess? Gods I haven’t used that word in a long time.” He laughs, wondering what made her pick that word as well.
And then he settles in with something a bit more difficult, a bit more personal, with five underscores written out, waiting to see if she guesses his name. “This ones probably tough but I’ll take some pity on you.” A crooked, fanged smirk is shot her way.
And gods he struggles though, the hangman nearly complete aside from an arm (oddly fitting he finds) before the dawning realization hits him. “Duchess? Gods I haven’t used that word in a long time.” He laughs, wondering what made her pick that word as well.
And then he settles in with something a bit more difficult, a bit more personal, with five underscores written out, waiting to see if she guesses his name. “This ones probably tough but I’ll take some pity on you.” A crooked, fanged smirk is shot her way.
and i find sorrow in idle minds
and solace in being heard
and solace in being heard
