#rennus

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.