#varegula

[starcunning]

[4:09 PM] seraphicrose: hey lads [4:09 PM] seraphicrose: friends. [4:09 PM] starcunning: [pop punk voice] friends [4:10 PM] starcunning: i'm going to be mad at john darnielle for weeks because one of the songs is really catchy on the new album but it's not going to go over well to have me singing ot myself "bring in the cadaver-sniffing dogs" [4:10 PM] starcunning: and yet it will happen [4:10 PM] seraphicrose: how do you think regula felt whenever leya was pregnant and having trouble and ultimately miscarrying and always shutting him out 🙃 [4:10 PM] starcunning: just apropos of nothing [4:10 PM] starcunning: HEY [4:10 PM] starcunning: FUCK YOU [4:10 PM] seraphicrose: cackles [4:10 PM] starcunning: the real question is [4:10 PM] starcunning: what did varis do during this time [4:10 PM] seraphicrose: NO [4:10 PM] Micah: be an asshole [4:10 PM] seraphicrose: SATAN [4:11 PM] seraphicrose: SATAN IS IN THIS CHAT [4:11 PM] starcunning: don't start no shit won't be no shit, BITCH

[castorre]

Watch out! Here comes the FIRST Varis/Regula fic on AO3! It’s the co-authored letters between the Legatus of the VIth legion and the Emperor over a lifetime! (A work in progress?)

Please look forward to @garlean-nonsense and I’s letters and sappy nonsense! 

[castorre]

The more I think of it, the more I think Varis condemns the arts in Garlemald due to Solus and not because he hates them.

Why? His best friend, Regula van Hydrus, loved music and the arts. He played several instruments.

So why would Varis stifle something his literal best friend since childhood loved? Spite. Because even Regula could agree with that.

[emperor-galvus]

"My most beloved friend, I've heard you've made High Legatus! I knew it would be none too long. There is none better suited for the job. I've put in a request of leave so that I might attend the ceremony. Pray save a few moments for me in private afterward. There is much and more I wish to catch up on. I heard of your father's passing. I hope my letter made it to you safely, given I've heard so little back as of late, I've feared for you, friend. Do not forget you may always turn to me. RvH"

Every so often, Varis found himself taking a lockbox from one of the safes in the Palace. He opened it with what could only be described as reverence, and he carefully picked through the letters within. He would spend hours reading over them, remembering the conversations associated with each, the visits before and after.

Tea didn’t have quite the same effect as wine, but he had promised, even during his bouts of... this nonsense.

After reading over that particular letter the Emperor closed his eyes. He remembered his response as if he’d just written it.

My dearest friend;

I have indeed made High Legatus and would not have done so without your support. Your words bring me great pleasure.

I will make certain that you are able to attend, and perhaps to spend a little extra time so we may ... catch up. I would much prefer more than a few moments.

Have no doubts about my safety. I hope that you are well and that we shall see one another soon.

Yours,

Varis

...

Perhaps tea would not be enough.