// it's best you not speak of what you found
please don't pass judgement on me now //
please don't pass judgement on me now //
If Varus were a better artist, he might have considered trying to doodle a quick sketch into the stone with the lasers – but he isn’t and he quite unfortunately doesn’t, instead simply leaving a carved line in the stone behind. His oceanic gaze lifts to Isla as she speaks and then casts a glance toward Nikolai, nodding with the instruction she offers. His hand slips out to press into the small of her back, a gentle touch as they walk toward the rubble that blocks the text from view.
“Sure can.” He agrees easily and once they’re there, he stretches out the metal arm, letting the plates stretch and then fit back together, before he reaches over toward the big block, one that certainly is too heavy for the both of them to move, wondering (and attempting) to get the lasers in his fingers to break it down into smaller, more easily moved chunks, and then specifically focuses on the metal arm as his dominant hand to shove it out of the way.
Varus tries to break up the big blocks of rubble with his lasers so they’re easier to move with his metal arm!
“Sure can.” He agrees easily and once they’re there, he stretches out the metal arm, letting the plates stretch and then fit back together, before he reaches over toward the big block, one that certainly is too heavy for the both of them to move, wondering (and attempting) to get the lasers in his fingers to break it down into smaller, more easily moved chunks, and then specifically focuses on the metal arm as his dominant hand to shove it out of the way.
Varus tries to break up the big blocks of rubble with his lasers so they’re easier to move with his metal arm!
VARUS
