VARUS
“Good trouble, I hope.” Despite the fact his eyes are closed, there’s a toothy, fanged grin that’s angled toward her even as he listens. Her fingers trail toward his ear, the dull sensation of her fingers tickling the skin there. And while it isn’t the touch that’s ticklish, it’s certainly the way it pings on his sensors that something is happening there, over and over and over again. And Varus snorts, turning to bury his face into her lap.
He’s still listening even when she explains that the patient already has a hole in his head, and Varus nods, only pushing his face into her lap more and more with it. Listening to it intensely, he feigns a shudder down his spine as the mention of the laboratory catches flames. And when she’s done, his repair is in full swing, his head tilting slightly even if he’s somewhat distracted. “That’s it? There’s no… Demon hunters or?”
He’s still listening even when she explains that the patient already has a hole in his head, and Varus nods, only pushing his face into her lap more and more with it. Listening to it intensely, he feigns a shudder down his spine as the mention of the laboratory catches flames. And when she’s done, his repair is in full swing, his head tilting slightly even if he’s somewhat distracted. “That’s it? There’s no… Demon hunters or?”
and you ease my troubles with your hands, like the night puts a calm on the valley
