Blame it on days in the places they made for the people just like me
“Well luckily for you I haven’t read this one. Luckily for me, if it’s a lucky guess I’m held to no accountability.” He retorts easily, drawing himself out of the mental jail he’s placed himself in so that he can flash her a crooked smile, offering his metal arm for her to inspect. He studies her face and then the hand that pats it. It’s cold under her touch, though they both wouldn’t notice it much. “We can burn the other one. And sure, I don’t mind.” He murmurs softly, clenching his hand into a fist as the metal pieces flex and shift over one another as they move.
Her smile is gentle when it’s directed at him and the one he offers her is equally soft. “Isla, I would love that.” He hums softly, turning his attention back to the book to fold the corner in so he can close it and she still has her place, before he’s setting it beside him and unfolding his legs, moving to remove his shirt so she can come back and see just how connected it is to everything else. It’s a seamless connection from the stitches she’d placed prior, and parts of his skin have already started to grow and fix over the edges.
Her smile is gentle when it’s directed at him and the one he offers her is equally soft. “Isla, I would love that.” He hums softly, turning his attention back to the book to fold the corner in so he can close it and she still has her place, before he’s setting it beside him and unfolding his legs, moving to remove his shirt so she can come back and see just how connected it is to everything else. It’s a seamless connection from the stitches she’d placed prior, and parts of his skin have already started to grow and fix over the edges.
VARUS
