it's an all or nothin' play, though, ashes settle when i say so
It’s a confusing mix of emotions, ones that draw him back to the Ruins. Ones that have him perusing the empty destroyed streets and decaying buildings, covered in a thick layer of vines until he stops at a sprawling one, torn apart, broken and battered. He can’t help but to stare at it, to walk around to the backside of it and see the space where there might have been a large backyard, where there was a specific statue that was wrecked and ruined far before the destruction of this place had taken hold.
He’s dressed as he would be were he to train – and it’s a familiar space he goes to in order to complete said training. Because the ruins of this place he steps into had been his home so many centuries ago – wrecked and destroyed. He almost wonders if there’s anything of interest left underneath the rubble, but he’s a bit too nervous to find out. So instead, he makes his way toward the statue he’d used as target practice when he was training to become a soldier, running his metal hand along the nicks and curves of a blade along the arm of it – one he had given it so long ago.
He doesn’t dive in just yet, instead, returning to the middle of the once-courtyard, shedding the sword and bow from his back onto the ground, and closes his eyes with a soft inhale of breath to run a scan and make sure he’s fine physically before he dives into dealing with the whole ordeal of this mentally.
He’s dressed as he would be were he to train – and it’s a familiar space he goes to in order to complete said training. Because the ruins of this place he steps into had been his home so many centuries ago – wrecked and destroyed. He almost wonders if there’s anything of interest left underneath the rubble, but he’s a bit too nervous to find out. So instead, he makes his way toward the statue he’d used as target practice when he was training to become a soldier, running his metal hand along the nicks and curves of a blade along the arm of it – one he had given it so long ago.
He doesn’t dive in just yet, instead, returning to the middle of the once-courtyard, shedding the sword and bow from his back onto the ground, and closes his eyes with a soft inhale of breath to run a scan and make sure he’s fine physically before he dives into dealing with the whole ordeal of this mentally.
VARUS
