it's an all or nothin' play, though, ashes settle when i say so
Oh, had she asked he could’ve told her exactly what kind of men the Theskyra women chose. She’s correct in her assumption of whether they knew what they were getting into – but that was part of the charm. Even back then, there were those that loved their strong women, able to handle much of everything else while the Theskyra women went to fight. It was quite the opposite of what homelife had been like for Varus, but it had always been an intriguing notion to be sure.
At the present, though, the question that arises as the disc is thrown back and forth and Varus sends it careening toward her again, has a bright fanged smile crossing his face. “You’ve been queen twice.” He comments, distracted as the discus comes flying back toward him, higher and past him and the ex-Assassin jumps to try and catch it, metal fingers screeching against the material as it zips through and he finds himself turning and using his ability of speed under the cover of night they find themselves in, to try and chase after it with a breathy bark of a laugh.
Once he’s retrieved it, he does much the same, aiming it toward her and throwing with his left hand with the metal arm, with a bit more speed than anticipated. “Heard about LongNight – which is still a bit surprising to me. I think all in all though, despite how it destroyed some of the Grounds, the end result was worth it.” He wasn’t here for it, but the end result speaks for itself. “Sounds like you care a lot about the people, but much like what your ancestors dealt with, it’s hard to get through people’s heads that your stubbornness is just how much you care about them.” It had Theskyra written all over it.
At the present, though, the question that arises as the disc is thrown back and forth and Varus sends it careening toward her again, has a bright fanged smile crossing his face. “You’ve been queen twice.” He comments, distracted as the discus comes flying back toward him, higher and past him and the ex-Assassin jumps to try and catch it, metal fingers screeching against the material as it zips through and he finds himself turning and using his ability of speed under the cover of night they find themselves in, to try and chase after it with a breathy bark of a laugh.
Once he’s retrieved it, he does much the same, aiming it toward her and throwing with his left hand with the metal arm, with a bit more speed than anticipated. “Heard about LongNight – which is still a bit surprising to me. I think all in all though, despite how it destroyed some of the Grounds, the end result was worth it.” He wasn’t here for it, but the end result speaks for itself. “Sounds like you care a lot about the people, but much like what your ancestors dealt with, it’s hard to get through people’s heads that your stubbornness is just how much you care about them.” It had Theskyra written all over it.
VARUS
