VARUS
“Thank you.” He huffs, as if he’s won some sort of intense battle – despite having done nothing close to it. She reaches out to pinch his cheek and Varus’ brows pinch together before he rumbles another chuckle, batting her hand away. “Oh, so I need to preface it with saying I have a terrible voice so that you don’t want to hear me sing?” He says before a gasp leaves him at her audacity. “Well now I’m self-conscious about showering. Maybe I’ll just use the Barracks showers instead.” He tilts his chin up as if he’s preparing to pout, before he huffs a laugh.
He considers her a moment, his head tilting as he regards her and pulls her closer into his lap, so that he can wrap his arms around her waist. “I have been plenty of places. And King’s End, as beautiful as it is, it’s where I slept for a couple hundred years. I’d like to avoid Queen’s Gambit if you want to visit.” He flashes her a wink before he noses himself up to press a kiss to her chin, to her neck. “What else are parasol’s good for, mm?”
He considers her a moment, his head tilting as he regards her and pulls her closer into his lap, so that he can wrap his arms around her waist. “I have been plenty of places. And King’s End, as beautiful as it is, it’s where I slept for a couple hundred years. I’d like to avoid Queen’s Gambit if you want to visit.” He flashes her a wink before he noses himself up to press a kiss to her chin, to her neck. “What else are parasol’s good for, mm?”
and you ease my troubles with your hands, like the night puts a calm on the valley
