but the wolf is always there, even when i can't see it
It is hard. Everything in him wants to move away, especially the second her eyes glow. But he stills himself regardless – his training coming in handy as the lasers hit his arm and burn. He can’t help the sound that slips from him, the unneeded sharp breath that’s inhaled, the hiss leaving him of not quite pain but annoyance – because gods, if there’s one thing Varus truly hates, it’s his sensors flaring off.
But soon enough it’s over and she shuts her lasers off, her exhale and puffed cheeks and wide eyes the first thing he sees when he opens his oceanic gaze and focuses on her as he reaches up to rub at the ruined skin that’s slowly starting to try and heal over itself. “Can’t feel pain but I betcha that fucking hurts if it hurts twice as bad for you as it does me.” He raises a brow, pressing the cool metal of his bionic hand to his wound as if it might help.
But soon enough it’s over and she shuts her lasers off, her exhale and puffed cheeks and wide eyes the first thing he sees when he opens his oceanic gaze and focuses on her as he reaches up to rub at the ruined skin that’s slowly starting to try and heal over itself. “Can’t feel pain but I betcha that fucking hurts if it hurts twice as bad for you as it does me.” He raises a brow, pressing the cool metal of his bionic hand to his wound as if it might help.
VARUS
