consultingviking

Forgive me, if I stumble and fall for I know not how to love too well. I am clumsy, and my words do not form as I wish. So let me kiss you instead, and let my lips, paint for you, all the pictures that my clumsy heart cannot. -Atticus The last time Varian had seen Sophie, it had been from the back of a police wagon. He didn’t remember much from the day of his arrest, aside from the dark cloud of anger, hatred, and bitterness that consumed him. But there was one memory in particular that he couldn’t forget, no matter how hard he tried, and that was the sight of Sophie’s face. From the very front of the growing crowd, there she had stood, her body rigid with shock and her face shining with tears that she hadn’t bothered to wipe away. She didn’t speak, but Varian could see only one word permeating throughout her entire being - Why? They locked eyes, and that was when Varian had felt the first raw pangs of regret that would haunt him in the days and months to come. Every

Varian let out a breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead. There, his latest prototype was finished, and he was done for the day. He’d been working on his newest attempt to bring hot water to his village, and he was certain that this would finally be it. But that could wait for one more day. Not only was Varian was far enough along that he felt comfortable taking a break, but he also had plans tonight. Corona’s annual fall festival was happening, and he planned on attending the event with Sophie. She’d done a lot of the baking for the festival in the castle kitchen, and Varian was eager to try what she made. He was so excited that he skipped downstairs and towards the front door of his home, narrowly missing a collision with his father at the foot of the stairs. “Ah!” he cried, and then winced. “Sorry, dad.” “That’s alright, son,” Quirin said with a sigh. He was more than used to Varian’s antics by now, but he’d had such a stressful day that he unfortunately didn’t have the