VARUS
tell me father, which to ask forgiveness for?
what i am, or what i'm not?
what i am, or what i'm not?
Is there a part of him that relishes in the fact he’s surprised her, ruined as he is? Oh absolutely. Does it fade quickly when she bares her fangs at him and all Varus can do is flash an amused smirk.’ That’s not yours.’ Yeah, he knows the box she’s rifling through isn’t his. But she continues on and his brows furrow, head tilting to the side as he continues to grip onto the hedge with his good arm, the other hanging limply at his side.
“What the fuck are you on about?” He snaps back, baring his fangs back at her. Two can play at that game, after all. “This has been my face since I can remember. Who the fuck are you anyway?” His head tilts and he staggers a step into her space. A dark brow raises as he takes into consideration the things around them, the box she’d been finding, the dragon who’s proverbial feathers have been ruffled.
He finally takes a moment to look around around, and when his gaze settles back on her it’s with a hint of confusion. “Do I know you or something?”
“What the fuck are you on about?” He snaps back, baring his fangs back at her. Two can play at that game, after all. “This has been my face since I can remember. Who the fuck are you anyway?” His head tilts and he staggers a step into her space. A dark brow raises as he takes into consideration the things around them, the box she’d been finding, the dragon who’s proverbial feathers have been ruffled.
He finally takes a moment to look around around, and when his gaze settles back on her it’s with a hint of confusion. “Do I know you or something?”
tell me mother, which should i regret?
what i became, or what i didn't?
what i became, or what i didn't?
