VARUS
Her comment of his shitty luck does spark a hum of a laugh from him, something that brightens his smile, showing off bright teeth and sharp fangs. “Yeah, never quite had the best luck.” He shrugs, the best he can with one arm. If nothing else, he was at least alive and that had to count for something, didn’t it?
The comment of a few years has him mulling it over, considering her with a bit sharper of a gaze – similar to her own that she regards him with. “If it helps, I was shut down for three hundred and twelve of them.” A dark brow raises as if to challenge it. He’d been shut off, shut down and stuck under a hedge within King’s End before he’d woken up surprised, confused, bewildered at how much everything had changed and grown. “I was only Ascended for… Fuck, four or five years before I fell in the King’s End fight.” He offers this information easily, because it wasn’t like it could be used against him.
Everyone that knew him back then, aside from Aamu who was definitely on his side, were dead now. So what did it matter?
Dark brows raise in both amusement and surprise at her bluntness, the flirtation aired and receiving a brighter smirk. “That so, huh?” He interjects before she’s moving on about the hotsprings and Halovians and how hardworking they were, how much they were stuck in their own traditions. He remembers the Grounds much like that, too, but things had changed so drastically then that it was hard to imagine it had taken place in the first place. “They’ll come around.” He assures her.
They always did.
But he regards her with a bit more interest, a bit more amusement. “Got experience with Ascendeds? Or are they a bit more out of your wheelhouse?” He asks, pausing as he leans back into his seat, chin tilting up a fraction. “If you need any practice, I could be your guinea pig.” He offers as easily as if he’s discussing the weather, though his bright blue gaze remains on her with ease.
The comment of a few years has him mulling it over, considering her with a bit sharper of a gaze – similar to her own that she regards him with. “If it helps, I was shut down for three hundred and twelve of them.” A dark brow raises as if to challenge it. He’d been shut off, shut down and stuck under a hedge within King’s End before he’d woken up surprised, confused, bewildered at how much everything had changed and grown. “I was only Ascended for… Fuck, four or five years before I fell in the King’s End fight.” He offers this information easily, because it wasn’t like it could be used against him.
Everyone that knew him back then, aside from Aamu who was definitely on his side, were dead now. So what did it matter?
Dark brows raise in both amusement and surprise at her bluntness, the flirtation aired and receiving a brighter smirk. “That so, huh?” He interjects before she’s moving on about the hotsprings and Halovians and how hardworking they were, how much they were stuck in their own traditions. He remembers the Grounds much like that, too, but things had changed so drastically then that it was hard to imagine it had taken place in the first place. “They’ll come around.” He assures her.
They always did.
But he regards her with a bit more interest, a bit more amusement. “Got experience with Ascendeds? Or are they a bit more out of your wheelhouse?” He asks, pausing as he leans back into his seat, chin tilting up a fraction. “If you need any practice, I could be your guinea pig.” He offers as easily as if he’s discussing the weather, though his bright blue gaze remains on her with ease.
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
