// 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 snorts, considering arguing with her on what he meant by it, but refrains. Because talk of ghost whales and the way her nose wrinkles is rather adorable despite the subject topic and he finds himself grimacing slightly with the thought of a slow death like that. So he hums his agreement to that, turning away from her so she can get dressed.
When she says she’s ready, he turns now to give her a look over, an easily charming smile crossing his face. “Lovely as always.” He hums to her, moving away from her back down the beach to grab a piece of driftwood to start crafting their bullseye in the middle of the sand. He makes two circles before he’s looking back at her over his shoulder. “Of course I’m sure. I’ve got all the time in the world to get my heart inevitably broken by ink on paper.” He tips her a wink, before he’s finishing the bullseye and stepping to the side to make the tracker in the sand, designating each side for score keeping with an ISLA | CAL.
“Alright, let’s see…” They need rocks as well as determining how many points each circle means.
When she says she’s ready, he turns now to give her a look over, an easily charming smile crossing his face. “Lovely as always.” He hums to her, moving away from her back down the beach to grab a piece of driftwood to start crafting their bullseye in the middle of the sand. He makes two circles before he’s looking back at her over his shoulder. “Of course I’m sure. I’ve got all the time in the world to get my heart inevitably broken by ink on paper.” He tips her a wink, before he’s finishing the bullseye and stepping to the side to make the tracker in the sand, designating each side for score keeping with an ISLA | CAL.
“Alright, let’s see…” They need rocks as well as determining how many points each circle means.
VARUS
