Friends With Benefits

[Varro]

Varro was not in the best of moods today. Usually he would enjoy the company of wine and his fellow gladiators, especially when celebrating a victory such as this where everyone indulged. But Varro was not of the mind for it. Even for dice which the others tried to lure him toward. He had found out not long ago that Aurelia had left him for another and it had made Varro feel less than . . . pleased. He had known it would take time to repay his debts and that this would be strenuous on his family. But still. He had not quite prepared for the emotional repercussions.

So instead, he excused himself from company, seeing Spartacus near the door as well. "You do not partake in the celebrations?" He asked, though Varro supposed he should have expected that. His dear friend was not one to engage in such thing. Even still, Varro had a couple cups of wine . . . he wondered if his friend had any at all. "If not then you find yourself in good company," Varro added, revealing that he was not of the mood and would much prefer leaving. Spartacus was probably his best friend here and therefore, one who's company Varro would never reject. The two had formed a bond early on. One that only strengthened with time.

Tag: Spartacus

[Spartacus]

Seeing Varro step away from the ongoing celebration was the last thing Spartacus had expected. Normally his friend was in the thick of it, laughing as he drank and played dice while Spartacus watched from the sidelines. It concerned him to see Varro pull away. 

"Do I ever?" Spartacus answered Varro's question with one of his own, taking a moment to glance over his friend. He could faintly smell wine on his breath, unsurprising really, as very few were willing to pass up the rare opportunity to drink it when it was presented to them. Still, when coupled with Varro's following words and obvious dark mood, it made for a worrying picture.

"What troubles you?"

Tag: Varro

[Varro]

Varro gave a bit of a smirk at Spartacus' words, rhetorically questioning as to whether he ever partook in such things. "You often cause me to believe the impossible," he said teasingly, the irony of it. That Spartacus performed fucking miracles; one such miracle perhaps being that he actually engaged with the others. But Varro felt grateful that he was not. Even if he was not in the best mood, his dear friend's company would always be welcome. Though the next question was a little more difficult to answer.

"Thoughts of a disloyal wife," he said as casually as he could, his eyes scanning over the crowd though not really looking at them. Merely for the distracting and preventing his emotions from getting too strong. "Ones set to rest, yet wounds still fucking sting," he further explained, attempting to smile. "What lays in the mind of the Bringer of Rain on such a night?" He asked, wondering what Spartacus was thinking of since the man always seemed to be thinking.

Tag: Spartacus