#rennus

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Happy Mech Monday, fellas

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Do you think Renn catches himself slipping ever so slightly as he mocks his squadron in his mind?

Mylo and Jace being simple, having leisurely lives despite what they claim otherwise. They are not from Skathi, they don't know bitter chills that seep into the soul just as much as your flesh and bones, nor would they survive it. Not like he can, not like he has.

But Varus? Varus does not falter, he's resilient and quiet, sharp. He may still be one of these boys of summer, but he could be molded, he could learn. He would learn, if his lord commanded it, willed it.

And for just a brief moment, does he picture it? Dark purple skin standing out against the icy landscape. Snowflakes that do not melt but are preserved in Varus' hair because not even his massive form can warm himself. Not a single shiver, yet Renn knows he feels that bitter chill all the same. Someone willing and eager to feel it with him.

Then he remembers Varus, crumbs of that sugary confection all over his face, the unbridled joy when Mylo or Jace offer their leftovers, how he soaks up praise like a sponge.

Better for him to never set foot on Skathi. No matter how willingly he'd step in Renn's shadow.

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Varus not wanting Renn to find out he approves of Jace becoming the leader, Varus wanting Mylo to make sure Renn got sweet treats before him, that he knows his mood is sour.

The wedding is ON.

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Renn: [imagines striking down his squad mates as if they're his enemies.]

Renn, 5 minutes later to Varus: Don't worry baby girl, you're a knight now and we're gonna make sure you get the respect you deserve.