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?
Pleasantries aside, his arm is dumped onto the table and he certainly has her attention as well. It’s a good thing, given the fact he’d do just about anything in order to shut off the warnings that continue to buzz all around his head. At least he isn’t losing fluid anymore. The rest of it? It’s fucked. And he’s content to let her examine it, because at least it means she’s likely to help. And it appears she isn’t squeamish either, which is another bonus in his book.
And when she agrees, offers her friendly smile, he spies the fangs too and his grin grows a bit wider. “Perfect.” He chimes, stepping back and dragging his useless arm with him to hang limply at his side. “You’re Ascended, yeah?” He knows she has to be with fangs like that and no exhaustion lingering in her bones but it never hurts to double check, right? “I’ll be in your debt if you can make my systems quiet about it.” He tempts her with another charming grin, before he settles to wait to follow her back.
And when she agrees, offers her friendly smile, he spies the fangs too and his grin grows a bit wider. “Perfect.” He chimes, stepping back and dragging his useless arm with him to hang limply at his side. “You’re Ascended, yeah?” He knows she has to be with fangs like that and no exhaustion lingering in her bones but it never hurts to double check, right? “I’ll be in your debt if you can make my systems quiet about it.” He tempts her with another charming grin, before he settles to wait to follow her back.
tell me mother, which should i regret?
what i became, or what i didn't?
what i became, or what i didn't?
