VARUS
tell me father, which to ask forgiveness for?
what i am, or what i'm not?
what i am, or what i'm not?
“Careful or I’ll start looking for things for you to fix up for me.” It’s a rumbling tease, one that even Varus can’t stop from chuckling lightly over. The dull feeling of where her hands rest have his arms drawing her tighter, leaning into the kisses however many times before they part again. And when she tells him she’s too duchess for dick jokes, his brows rise in surprise, a dramatic scoff leaving him.
But then his gaze is narrowing. “Oh, so that’s where the line is.” He mumbles into the kiss, parting from her shortly after to lace his fingers with hers so that they might go for a nice walk on the beach, before inspecting those curious torches and whether they were simply lit or kept aflame via magical means.
FIN <333
But then his gaze is narrowing. “Oh, so that’s where the line is.” He mumbles into the kiss, parting from her shortly after to lace his fingers with hers so that they might go for a nice walk on the beach, before inspecting those curious torches and whether they were simply lit or kept aflame via magical means.
FIN <333
tell me mother, which should i regret?
what i became, or what i didn't?
what i became, or what i didn't?
