// 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 //
“Dunno. Maybe you’ll go in the ocean and flop around like a fish just to prove you don’t own the sea.” He quips back quickly, airing a chuckle that settles momentarily as he’s explaining the way they don’t need to fear the water so much. A softer edged smile grows toward her as he considers her own points, nodding and humming his agreement. “Guess you just have to hope you don’t get lost and eaten by a ghost whale.” What a terrible way to go that would be, even for an Ascended.
Her suggestion is met with the raise of his brow, smirk growing more crooked and playful. “It doesn’t sound stupid. I, haven’t played in three hundred years, so I’d love to.” He steps toward her, quite aware at just how bare she is and how his skin still remains somewhat flushed in the moonlight just as hers is, and he goes to set the book down beside her things. “Here, I’ll turn around so you can get dressed.” He offers, turning away from her and stares into the far off jungle trees as his arms fold across his chest now, his back to her.
Her suggestion is met with the raise of his brow, smirk growing more crooked and playful. “It doesn’t sound stupid. I, haven’t played in three hundred years, so I’d love to.” He steps toward her, quite aware at just how bare she is and how his skin still remains somewhat flushed in the moonlight just as hers is, and he goes to set the book down beside her things. “Here, I’ll turn around so you can get dressed.” He offers, turning away from her and stares into the far off jungle trees as his arms fold across his chest now, his back to her.
VARUS
