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?
“Who the fuck is Aedion?” Varus snaps back, settling back on his heels as he watches the display as it begins. She pulls out all the stops, calls him a boggart, which truthfully makes him laugh. If he were, why would his arm be fucked up? But before he has a full chance to respond she’s pulling out all the stops, getting into a fighting stance, throwing her… Hand blades? On display as if it might frighten him.
It doesn’t. Nor does it when she says she’s a Voice’s demigod, bring a bark of laughter from Aedion as he remains still, weak due to his stasis and his arm and unbeknownst to him, 300 years of rotting away under a few tree roots.
“Good for you, sweetheart.” He drawls with a roll of his eyes. “I’m not a boggart though. Ascended, just like you” A dark brow raises as he regards her, using his good arm to lift the mangled broken one to wave it at her. “Got stuck under a hedge in Queen’s Gambit and I’d just like to fucking go home.” A surprisingly bright blue gaze continues to stare at Wessex, soldier to soldier, not intimidated or worried in the slightest.
After all, as far as he knows, it’s only been a couple of weeks maximum since he’d gotten trapped. As far as he knows, they’re on the same side. “So you can put your knife hands away and I’d be content getting the fuck out of here back to the Grounds.”
It doesn’t. Nor does it when she says she’s a Voice’s demigod, bring a bark of laughter from Aedion as he remains still, weak due to his stasis and his arm and unbeknownst to him, 300 years of rotting away under a few tree roots.
“Good for you, sweetheart.” He drawls with a roll of his eyes. “I’m not a boggart though. Ascended, just like you” A dark brow raises as he regards her, using his good arm to lift the mangled broken one to wave it at her. “Got stuck under a hedge in Queen’s Gambit and I’d just like to fucking go home.” A surprisingly bright blue gaze continues to stare at Wessex, soldier to soldier, not intimidated or worried in the slightest.
After all, as far as he knows, it’s only been a couple of weeks maximum since he’d gotten trapped. As far as he knows, they’re on the same side. “So you can put your knife hands away and I’d be content getting the fuck out of here back to the Grounds.”
tell me mother, which should i regret?
what i became, or what i didn't?
what i became, or what i didn't?
