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?
There’s a low hum of consideration as he sees her grin. “It’s always the teeth.” It’s everything else, too, of course, but it’s far more fun to mention the teeth of all things versus the other realities that pinpoint to it. But he follows her, easily, glancing into the rooms of the infirmary, noting how it had changed, until they’re in her operating room and he sheds the threadbare shirt he wears, tugging at his useless arm to slip it off. A few scars dance across his skin, but nothing compared to the mangled mess of an arm that he settles in his lap when he sits.
“Mm I’ll think of something.” He teases at her denial of paying her back. He couldn’t just expect her to lob off his arm and make sure he’s okay without doing something for her.
Perhaps it makes him old fashioned.
His head tilts as he regards her question. “I don’t know… A few weeks ago? A month maybe? I just woke up after the fight in King’s End. So… However long since then.” Truthfully he’s expecting it to have been a month tops. And his gaze lifts to her almost expectantly, as if he’s sure she’ll agree.
“Mm I’ll think of something.” He teases at her denial of paying her back. He couldn’t just expect her to lob off his arm and make sure he’s okay without doing something for her.
Perhaps it makes him old fashioned.
His head tilts as he regards her question. “I don’t know… A few weeks ago? A month maybe? I just woke up after the fight in King’s End. So… However long since then.” Truthfully he’s expecting it to have been a month tops. And his gaze lifts to her almost expectantly, as if he’s sure she’ll agree.
tell me mother, which should i regret?
what i became, or what i didn't?
what i became, or what i didn't?
