VARUS
say a prayer, but let the good times roll
in case god doesn't show
in case god doesn't show
Back in the Grounds and everything seems to be going just fine – back to an almost normal, as it were. And he’s in a very good mood, all things considered. He walks beside Isla, a small smile sparking on the corners of his mouth with the sigh she exhales. “Plenty of things come alive at night. Have you ever seen a Dreamfish before?” He asks, a grin forming on his face that seems to suggest they’re quite possibly his favorite thing about the Oasis, regardless of how rare they seemed to be.
Perhaps his constant inner conflict made them drawn to him a bit more, but he doesn’t like to admit that part, so he passes that commentary quite quickly. “If you listen closely you can hear the crickets, too.” He murmurs as if it’s a secret, leaning into her briefly, before he’s pulling away, taking his shirt off and folding it neatly to set on a rock beside the edge of the water.
Perhaps his constant inner conflict made them drawn to him a bit more, but he doesn’t like to admit that part, so he passes that commentary quite quickly. “If you listen closely you can hear the crickets, too.” He murmurs as if it’s a secret, leaning into her briefly, before he’s pulling away, taking his shirt off and folding it neatly to set on a rock beside the edge of the water.
and i want these words to make things right,
but it's the wrongs that make the words come to life
but it's the wrongs that make the words come to life
