VARUS
say a prayer, but let the good times roll
in case god doesn't show
in case god doesn't show
He can feel the squeeze she gives back, but in that very same offhanded way (heh) that his sensors tell him. He only knows it’s there because it tells him, rather than the spark of realization like his other hand typically offers. It had taken some getting used to, and while it still wasn’t perfect, it was getting there. He’d certainly rather have the arm than not, at least. “Mm, well, my schedule’s wide open. When can you fit me in, doc?” He replies with a playful bounce of his brow, before he’s throwing himself into the cold with her.
She’s quite good at it too, and it sparks a shivering laugh from Varus who’s far too deep into the dramatization of it all, huffing short bursts of breath as he pretends to shiver and tremble with the chill. His lips part, “s-something witty, ‘m s-s—” he doesn’t get to finish the thought because she’s falling quite amusingly into the water and tugging him down with her. He gets a mouth full of Oasis water, but it doesn’t matter any, not as he moves to wrap both arms around her to drag them to the surface, realizing quite suddenly that a metal arm does differentiate the weight a bit when it comes to water and he isn’t quite as buoyant as he once had been. He leans with it, head breaking the surface of the water as he spits it out before squinting his eyes at her, keeping up the same. “T-that’s one way t’get the chill to go away.” He manages with a laugh, the light of it crinkling his eyes as he peers at her, still leaning slightly off-center.
She’s quite good at it too, and it sparks a shivering laugh from Varus who’s far too deep into the dramatization of it all, huffing short bursts of breath as he pretends to shiver and tremble with the chill. His lips part, “s-something witty, ‘m s-s—” he doesn’t get to finish the thought because she’s falling quite amusingly into the water and tugging him down with her. He gets a mouth full of Oasis water, but it doesn’t matter any, not as he moves to wrap both arms around her to drag them to the surface, realizing quite suddenly that a metal arm does differentiate the weight a bit when it comes to water and he isn’t quite as buoyant as he once had been. He leans with it, head breaking the surface of the water as he spits it out before squinting his eyes at her, keeping up the same. “T-that’s one way t’get the chill to go away.” He manages with a laugh, the light of it crinkling his eyes as he peers at her, still leaning slightly off-center.
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
