#||..asks | varian

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@silntstrikr​ asked: 🤝 (Cat @ Varian) SEND  🤝  FOR MY MUSE TO STOP YOUR MUSE FROM LEAVING BY GRABBING THEIR HAND

“I-- Cat, waitwaitwait-- H-Hold on !!” She seems mad, and he’s desperately trying to figure out why. Did he say something that upset her? What did he do this time? (Because, let’s face it, Varian really isn’t the most empathetic person. Talk first, face the consequences later, right?)

Gloved hand reaches out to take a hold of the redhead’s wrist, just firm enough to stop her from leaving. “I dunno what I did, but I-- Look, I’m sorry, okay?”

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@frxncaise​ asked: “Look at all those happy couples, fawning over each other. Disgusting.” | for varian !!

“yeah, i mean-- it’s a bit much, y’know?” truthfully, he really wouldn’t mind having someone to spend the day of hearts with, but... being sixteen and having a certain reputation, he doesn’t think he’ll be finding a significant other any time soon. romantic love (even platonic love, he thinks) aren’t exactly in the cards for him. 

maybe ever.

“i’m never a fan of pda, but it’s always worse today.”

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@verumheart​ asked: "Do you think mermaids get cold?" {Sora @ Varian}

“Well, uh... I mean... assuming mermaids EXIST, then, well... PROBABLY. But it’ll likely depend on whether it’s a freshwater or saltwater mermaid and where exactly they ARE, y-- y’know?

Like... you can’t just take a mermaid used t’ tropical climates and drop them off somewhere cold. And vise-versa. I’m assuming it’s like real fish-- And-- And people! Because that happens with people, too, we get used to our surroundings, so...

Yeah.”

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@irnmaidn​ asked: 🏇 Send a 🏇 to go horse riding with my muse!

“Cass, um...” HE’S NOT SO SURE ABOUT THIS. Varian’s never had that much experience with horses; honestly, he’s more comfortable with driving than riding, unless it’s Fidella. Riding the draft mare is akin to sitting on a couch, and she’s so bombproof that the ground could fall out from underneath her and she wouldn’t even bat an eyelash.

Lava, however-- He knows Lee fairly well, and the witch seems to trust the black mare with her life, but... Lava is lithe and wiry and much, much faster than he anticipated her being, not to mention, she didn’t take well to wearing a saddle, meaning every so often she squirmed beneath him. The alchemist had already been unseated once because the mare had SHAKEN HER ENTIRE BODY in an attempt to get the cinch to loosen.

“Why didn’t YOU take Lava and let ME have Fidella? I mean, not that I don’t trust your judgement! I just-- I dunno, I think I would’ve preferred, uh... NOT Lava.”

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@verumheart​ asked: “Can you hear me?” {Aqua @ Varian}

HIS EARS ARE STILL RINGING-- his machine had backfired, the explosion sending him flying. He’d hit his head, but it was the SHEER VOLUME of the blast that was really having an effect on him. She approached, and when she started to speak, he could only read her lips.

A hand raises to run push his goggles up, and by the time he’s gotten his bearings, the ringing in Varian’s ears begins to lessen. “Oh, I-- Yeah. Yeah, don’t-- don’t worry about me. I’m okay. This happens all the time.”

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@kingdomreign​ asked: “Whoa, hey, stay with me! You’re as white as a ghost. Don’t pass out.” {Eugene @ Varian!}

HE’S TRYING TO KEEP HIS BREATHING STEADY. There’s a PAIN in his side that wasn’t there a few seconds ago, and it’s so EXCRUCIATING that he’s starting to see STARS. (Clearly that’s not good.)

Gloved hands cling to Eugene, somehow managing to keep himself upright, though his knees are BEGINNING TO BUCKLE. The boy is SHAKING, forehead pressed to Eugene’s chest; his eyes are squinted shut, mouth twisted into a grimace.

“I’m-- I’m oKAY. Fine-- No-- Nono, wait--” A hand presses to his vest, dripping with blood as he pulls it away. Oh, GREAT. “Y’know what? I don’t think I’m fine anymore.”

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@ghospoke​ asked: “That’s a pretty nasty bruise. Want some ice?” for anyone

“...it might help.” The boy isn’t used to the kindness of strangers-- With the trouble he’s been known to cause and the criminal record his father has tried to bury, Varian is certainly not well-liked. “Thank you.”

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@madgirltm​ asked: “You can’t keep doing shitty things and then feel bad about yourself like that makes it okay! You need to be better!” also @ varian

ANGER CAME MORE EASILY TO VARIAN THAN HE CARED TO ADMIT. He really tried to stay level-headed throughout their conversation, but Alice just... SHE KNEW EXACTLY WHICH BUTTONS TO PRESS. Gloved hands suddenly clenched, the scrolls that he held within them CRUNCHING; buck teeth GRITTED together in his mouth-- if one listened close enough, you could hear them GRINDING.

Fists SLAMMED down onto the workbench, dropping the now crinkled scrolls, and he whirled around to face her. “YOU DON’T THINK I KNOW THAT--?” He simply COULDN’T HELP the outburst, too lost in his anger to even realize that this was the type of thing that Alice was talking about.

“Every time I TRY, it just ends in DISAPPOINTMENT-- for EVERYONE involved. I-- I can’t escape my failures, Alice. They keep FINDING me. I keep repeating the same mistakes OVER AND OVER again because-- guess what? --I DON’T KNOW HOW NOT TO MAKE THEM.”

He sucked in a breath, holding it in until he’d turned back around, head hanging, palms pressed against the table. Varian didn’t even bother to look over his shoulder; he already knew what he’d see. “...y’know, maybe I’ll make some kind of SUGGESTION BOX t’ hang outside my lab. That way the next time you feel like you need to tell me something I already know, you can SHOVE YOUR OPINION IN THERE AND GO.”