VARUS
say a prayer, but let the good times roll
in case god doesn't show
in case god doesn't show
Her wicked remark has an amused snicker leaving Varus’ lips, those bright blues of his squinting up at her as she runs her hands along his shoulder where flesh meets metal. “Well I did, but now I think I want to do that instead.” He muses, leaning forward and up just enough to place a kiss against her shoulder as she finishes her wine glass. It’s not like he’d complain which kind of fiddle she wanted him to play.
He pulls away slightly when she speaks next, leaning against him and resting her head on his shoulder as his hand rises to thread through her golden hair, tugging at the ends just enough it’d spark some amount of pressure to her sensors. “Could show me all the moves while I’m playing your fiddle.” He drawls with a playful smirk, another rumbling laugh of amusement bubbling from his chest as his other hand moves to lift her chin up so he can capture her in a kiss.
He pulls away slightly when she speaks next, leaning against him and resting her head on his shoulder as his hand rises to thread through her golden hair, tugging at the ends just enough it’d spark some amount of pressure to her sensors. “Could show me all the moves while I’m playing your fiddle.” He drawls with a playful smirk, another rumbling laugh of amusement bubbling from his chest as his other hand moves to lift her chin up so he can capture her in a kiss.
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
