honey, i rose up from the dead. i do it all the time
For how much longer would Aamu continue to live that peaceful lifestyle he so badly wanted? Varus doesn’t know, but what he does know is that regardless of what happens, where Aamu would be the one to choose to save someone if he could, Varus was the opposite — more of a fan of snuffing out the flame before it turned into a blaze.
It’s that thought which has him almost sinking back into that darker part of himself, one he holds aloft in the face of Isla’s kiss pressed to his metal palm, a soft crease in his gaze as she draws him out of his shadows. “Yeah, we should. It’s back to the drawing board I guess.” He comments idly, before his head is tilting toward her and his hand tangles in her hair again. “Thank you, by the way. For patching me up.” He murmurs, gaze dancing across her face to drop to her lips before he leans forward to capture them in a kiss again.
It’s that thought which has him almost sinking back into that darker part of himself, one he holds aloft in the face of Isla’s kiss pressed to his metal palm, a soft crease in his gaze as she draws him out of his shadows. “Yeah, we should. It’s back to the drawing board I guess.” He comments idly, before his head is tilting toward her and his hand tangles in her hair again. “Thank you, by the way. For patching me up.” He murmurs, gaze dancing across her face to drop to her lips before he leans forward to capture them in a kiss again.
VARUS
