VARUS
So far so good, honestly. The electricity vibrates through his systems, sparking his sensors in that ‘something’ but not necessarily a warning. So he tries to relax into it, into the sensation that it brings despite having such numbed senses. It works, though, even as she begins to drift those electric hands down and Varus finds himself inhaling a slow breath through his nose – finding that it doesn’t settle him as he had hoped, but that’s fine.
The electricity follows her hands, drifts down his back, and when she reaches the small of his back – only then does his breath hitch a moment. “Weaker.” He offers her, trying to be as helpful as possible, but the strength of the electricity that rebounds around the small of his back and sparks out has his sensors starting to spark up with something going wrong. A weaker, suggestion of sorts, should help there.
The electricity follows her hands, drifts down his back, and when she reaches the small of his back – only then does his breath hitch a moment. “Weaker.” He offers her, trying to be as helpful as possible, but the strength of the electricity that rebounds around the small of his back and sparks out has his sensors starting to spark up with something going wrong. A weaker, suggestion of sorts, should help there.
stories without a few let downs are boring when told
perfection and poems are a lie when it all unfolds
perfection and poems are a lie when it all unfolds
