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?
Wessex, she says. Theskyra, she adds on. And through the lingering bits of pleasure that gleam through his blue gaze, there’s recognition – a crooked fanged smile forming on his face. “Ah. Makes sense.” He offers, finally pulling himself away from her as she pats his arm and there’s space between them now. She seems to be handling herself well enough – which for a Theskyra, he supposes is right on par for the course.
“I appreciate it.” He offers, his words dripping in gratitude. He isn’t sure how far he would’ve been able to make it to the shrine before collapsing again. This, though, plus what brims under his skin from drinking from her? He hasn’t felt that kind of power in a long time. He lets it sing through him, idly watching the dragon land on Wessex’s shoulders as he uses his good hand to offer the dragon a small wave when Loki looks at him.
Wessex turns toward the maze, though, and Varus watches her for a moment before peering through the rest of the area, running his tongue along his teeth as he considers it. “Got any fancy tricks of getting out of here? I can’t remember the way out.” The admission comes quietly, despite having no need to be afraid of backlash. He’s old and just came to after a few centuries.
“I appreciate it.” He offers, his words dripping in gratitude. He isn’t sure how far he would’ve been able to make it to the shrine before collapsing again. This, though, plus what brims under his skin from drinking from her? He hasn’t felt that kind of power in a long time. He lets it sing through him, idly watching the dragon land on Wessex’s shoulders as he uses his good hand to offer the dragon a small wave when Loki looks at him.
Wessex turns toward the maze, though, and Varus watches her for a moment before peering through the rest of the area, running his tongue along his teeth as he considers it. “Got any fancy tricks of getting out of here? I can’t remember the way out.” The admission comes quietly, despite having no need to be afraid of backlash. He’s old and just came to after a few centuries.
tell me mother, which should i regret?
what i became, or what i didn't?
what i became, or what i didn't?
