// every mistake, a reason to run, but a good soldier marches on
knowing the worst may be still yet to come //
knowing the worst may be still yet to come //
Her apology is met with a bright chime of a laugh from him, one that echoes along the rocks that make up part of the beach. “Oh I absolutely deserved it.” He retorts to her with a playful smirk. He had, too. She had definitely told him to warn her and then he hadn’t. It seemed only fair to him that she’d retaliate in some way. “Eh, he can stick a cork in it.” He adds at the mention of Nate talking to her about it. Varus didn’t care and it wasn’t like Isla was out here beating people with arms. So it was fair.
A kraken draws his attention, a sudden kind of boyish amusement crossing over him. “How on earth did you find an Attuned with a kraken shift?” He whispers back, letting his gaze dance along her a brief moment before he’s looking away, letting his smile bloom while Isla agrees to the trip to the Oasis.
But he finds the pearls and hands them off to her, looking back to her with a playful, Cheshire grin. “Well I just did.” His tone is playfully cool, while he focuses on her. “Maybe it is.” He clears his throat and moves to adjust the book so that he might be able to extend his arm out, making soft beeps with his mouth, holding it over toward her and letting his voice even out with a very long beeeeep over the pearls.
It continues though as he pulls his hand away from the pearls up to Isla’s head, before pulling it back so he can stare at it. “Hmm. Seems to be working just fine.” She’d absolutely set him up for that.
A kraken draws his attention, a sudden kind of boyish amusement crossing over him. “How on earth did you find an Attuned with a kraken shift?” He whispers back, letting his gaze dance along her a brief moment before he’s looking away, letting his smile bloom while Isla agrees to the trip to the Oasis.
But he finds the pearls and hands them off to her, looking back to her with a playful, Cheshire grin. “Well I just did.” His tone is playfully cool, while he focuses on her. “Maybe it is.” He clears his throat and moves to adjust the book so that he might be able to extend his arm out, making soft beeps with his mouth, holding it over toward her and letting his voice even out with a very long beeeeep over the pearls.
It continues though as he pulls his hand away from the pearls up to Isla’s head, before pulling it back so he can stare at it. “Hmm. Seems to be working just fine.” She’d absolutely set him up for that.
VARUS
