you were in the fallout and you lost some friends //
Varus had received the note, had spent at least a few hours trying to figure out what had happened. The rest of it? Spent debating between sending a letter to Remi, trying to see if the demigod had any suspicions on this sudden change. What exactly she had meant by considering everyone’s feelings. Had there been someone else? Had Remi not just been a friend, was he missing something?
So he’s abandoned that idea, preferring to give Isla the space she requests, even if it felt awkward living in her house. At the very least he can fix it up for her, before she decides to return. So in the last day or so, he’s picked one of the rooms, begun to convert it, clearing it out and getting his hands on some planks of wood, only to build a bookshelf that can line this new study. There’s a nice, deep oak desk to pair with it, one that sits in the corner of the room as he works to fit the wood together, leveling it against the wall, and hammering it in. If someone arrives, they’d likely find him busied up with the bookshelf, a sleeveless shirt in a deep green, with a glint of metal from the upgraded arm as it holds the wood in place for him to hammer the nail into.
It’s the very least he can do before he gathers the courage to seek her out to talk about everything that had happened.
So he’s abandoned that idea, preferring to give Isla the space she requests, even if it felt awkward living in her house. At the very least he can fix it up for her, before she decides to return. So in the last day or so, he’s picked one of the rooms, begun to convert it, clearing it out and getting his hands on some planks of wood, only to build a bookshelf that can line this new study. There’s a nice, deep oak desk to pair with it, one that sits in the corner of the room as he works to fit the wood together, leveling it against the wall, and hammering it in. If someone arrives, they’d likely find him busied up with the bookshelf, a sleeveless shirt in a deep green, with a glint of metal from the upgraded arm as it holds the wood in place for him to hammer the nail into.
It’s the very least he can do before he gathers the courage to seek her out to talk about everything that had happened.
VARUS
