#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ; ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ❞ ◌ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴍʙᴇʀ ¦ 「 Varian 」

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“ when we come out i’m going to drown you kisses every day ” ((for Varian ofc))  

- ✩ { @princelyisms } ✩

{ ☆ } It still feels surreal... Like it’s all been one magnificent, complicated, improbable dream. Like the winding road they’d traveled down, so many twists and turns— countless laughs and problems and explosions —only to end up here, TOGETHER, was something crafted from his mind. Much like his intriguing inventions, something no one else could conceive or likely have faith in. But- it’s not... It’s real. What they are is real. No matter how tempted Varian often is to pinch himself just to ensure that he’s not dreaming.

Instead, Varian settles for slinging an arm around Alin’s waist and leaning against his side. Yep, he’s still standing. Which means that the Prince is definitely beside him and not merely a figment of his imagination. Cheeks are already dusted with a vibrant blush, freckles showing up starkly against the scarlet hue, but Varian remains close. Giving Alin’s side a soft squeeze with his arm, he chuckles lightly— bubbly sound matching the fluttering in his chest —and says, “Heheh... Well, I’m definitely looking forward to that.” 

Honestly, he’s pretty nervous about making them public. One would think that with the Princess being involved with a former thief, he wouldn’t be worried at all about his own social standing. Although, being the son of a village leader isn’t anything to sniff at. Corona is a pretty open-minded kingdom, for the most part anyway. But Varian still can’t help but wonder if everyone is going to be... disappointed. Not simply because of what he is or where he comes from— some tiny little town on the very outskirts, far from the heart of the kingdom —but just because of WHO he is. Of the problems he’s caused for his village, the kingdom, his friends...

What if the King and Queen doesn’t think he’s good enough for Alin? He doesn’t.

“Sooooooooo... Do you think I could get a sprinkle of those kisses right now? Like... How about a little preview?” Varian asks, trying to quell the anxiety arising within his stomach. A gloved hand moves to playfully bat at the long strands of hair framing Alin’s face, much like Ruddiger sometimes does with his apron strings, “Just so I know what to expect~” { ☆ }

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✩ { @iiamthehorse } ✩ - Continued from ★

{ ☆ } Varian is aware of how strange this might seem to onlookers (and perhaps even the horse) but frankly, he doesn’t care… Earlier in his lab, he had been absentmindedly bouncing the ball against a wall until he broke a beaker, when he had suddenly been struck by an ingenious thought. Why play ball by himself, when he could discover whether he can play it with Maximus? True, playing fetch with a horse is rather unorthodox. But who says that only canines get to enjoy it? After all, Rudiger is quite fond of the game. Thankfully, the raccoon doesn’t mind sharing his toy… Likely because Varian had smuggled it out in his apron.

A joyous laugh bubbles out of him at the sight of the impressive horse bounding after the object. Snickering at the other’s less-than-graceful movements, eyes twinkle with mirth as he calls out, “Good boy! Good boy, Maximus!” Bending over a bit and patting his knees much like he does when playing with Rudiger (despite the horse being considerably larger than the raccoon… and him) the boy unnecessarily adds, “C’mon, Max! Bring the ball…” To avoid a crick in his neck, Varian is quick to stand up once more when the horse arrives. Although he does still need to angle his head to better meet the tall animal’s gaze.

Hand outstretched, he attempts to catch the ball. Which leads to him awkwardly fumbling for a firmer grasp, the drool-covered object refusing to stay still in his gloved hands. With a desperate grab, both hands attempt to clamp around the orb, causing it to shoot into the air with a surprising amount of force. Slipping through his fingers with a defiant squeak, it soars toward the sun… The wide-eyed boy gazing upward at it, head cocking to the side and a brow quirking- before the ball returns to the earth; hitting Varian’s face in the process.

“Ow...” Voice is flat, a hand going to rub at his aching forehead as he curiously watches the ball bounce along the ground (managing to go considerably further than when all it had was the force of the lanky boy’s throw guiding it) Within a few seconds, laughter is flowing out of him once more, “Pffffff... Well, I guess that’s one way to do it.” But not one that he plans on repeating anytime soon, no matter how favorable the results were... After all, some things just aren’t worth doing in order to get something to happen. Some things. { ☆ }

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"i'm...'m fine vee. you w'rry too much. 's just a little cold. i c-can still work. i h've to help you with this...it'll be ok. ya' know what maybe i'll just...ok listen i'm just gonna rest my eyes for a second don't worry it'll be fine. i'll be fine. and when i wake up i'll make us somethin' to eat. how 'bout that?" he was slurring his words, finding it hard to make full sentences. he was just a tired that was all. tired and chilly. nothing more - pre death angst -  ✩ { @coronabane} ✩

{ ☆ } Varitas isn’t fine... He is far from fine. Has been ever since those d*mn black rocks appeared. Varian knows they're to blame for his brother’s rapidly deteriorating condition. No matter how much Varitas might deny it. If he could just learn a bit more, maybe he’d be able to stop them from hurting his twin. Why don’t they drain him instead and leave Varitas alone? But that is proving to be incredibly difficult, and Varian doesn’t dare think what will happen if they don’t figure something out soon. He can’t think about that... He won’t. “... Vare?” Voice is soft, easily drowned out by his twin’s slurred words. Unsure exactly what he wants to say; just that whatever it is, he doubts it’ll make much sense... Very few things have lately.

“Y-Yeah... Maybe you should-” Words get caught in his throat, Varian finding himself unable to agree with Varitas. Gloved hands uneasily clench at his sides, the boy swallowing a lump in his throat (as if that’ll help dislodge his sentence) He’s been badgering his brother about getting some rest for so long. Hoping that Varitas would stop overworking himself merely for his sake... So why does the thought of his brother closing his eyes terrify him? “But just... Just for a second.” Varitas needs longer than that. He’s just being ridiculous... Letting some ominous gut-feeling get in the way of his brother’s well-being. “Then you’ll wake up and- and we’ll eat and we’ll take a proper break. But... We’ll be awake during it.” 

Something feels... wrong. There’s an uncomfortable chill crawling up his spine. His mind is screaming for him to do something. But Varian doesn’t know what that something is... or if he is capable of doing it. All he knows is... he’s scared. More so than usual (and that’s saying quite a lot) “We can re-read one of our Flynn Rider books. I picked the last one, so... so you can choose this one. Alright?” A hand hesitantly moves toward his brother, before retreating back to his side. Not wanting his twin to notice just how uneasy he is... Varitas has been tired countless times. This one isn’t any different. It isn’t. “Promise that’s what we’ll do when you wake up... So I know that you won’t try to immediately start working again.” 

Yeah... That’s why he wants a promise. { ☆ }