// every mistake, a reason to run, but a good soldier marches on
knowing the worst may be still yet to come //
knowing the worst may be still yet to come //
He’s made it to Torchline, of course, waiting until the sun goes down and it’s safe for him to indulge in the ocean strolls that he’d planned on doing. A book is tucked under his arm, the metal one precisely, and he’s just looking for the perfect spot to sit and enjoy the ocean waves this time of night. He thinks he’s found a decent spot, spying some clothes and a towel from someone that’s already decided it was a good place too —
But before he has a chance to answer, the person rising from the ocean is one, familiar. And two? Completely naked. He’s quietly grateful for the immediate closing of her eyes so he can compose himself and not simply stare. So he finds himself coming to a stop, looking down the beach, clearing his throat before sheepishly glancing back at her. “Didn’t know you planned a trip too. Miss me bothering you that much already?” He manages a soft laugh with that.
But before he has a chance to answer, the person rising from the ocean is one, familiar. And two? Completely naked. He’s quietly grateful for the immediate closing of her eyes so he can compose himself and not simply stare. So he finds himself coming to a stop, looking down the beach, clearing his throat before sheepishly glancing back at her. “Didn’t know you planned a trip too. Miss me bothering you that much already?” He manages a soft laugh with that.
VARUS
