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?
“Mhm.” He replies easily. “It’s like when someone is blind and they can hear things more intensely.” A fanged grin is shot her way. “Our bodies are quite the fighters themselves, you know.” This ends with a slightly more wolffish smirk as she agrees that he could scream provided he gave ample warning. So of course he waits for it, something glinting mischievously in his ocean eyes.
He waits and waits and bides his time, until the arm is removed and she’s pulling it away from his body, and still watching her face (it’s the only warning she’ll get) he barks out an “AHH!” that echoes off the walls — not unlike how it was when the dentist had already pulled a tooth but hypes you up in preparation for it only to have it already out on the table.
He ends it with a wink, though, of bright amusement, before he’s sitting forward and inspecting the work, craning his head this way and that. “Looks good, Isla. Better than good, actually.” He admits with a bit of excitement. “It’s going to throw off my balance, though. That’ll take some getting used to.” He admits, reaching forward with his one arm to grab the ruined one to inspect it more fully.
He waits and waits and bides his time, until the arm is removed and she’s pulling it away from his body, and still watching her face (it’s the only warning she’ll get) he barks out an “AHH!” that echoes off the walls — not unlike how it was when the dentist had already pulled a tooth but hypes you up in preparation for it only to have it already out on the table.
He ends it with a wink, though, of bright amusement, before he’s sitting forward and inspecting the work, craning his head this way and that. “Looks good, Isla. Better than good, actually.” He admits with a bit of excitement. “It’s going to throw off my balance, though. That’ll take some getting used to.” He admits, reaching forward with his one arm to grab the ruined one to inspect it more fully.
tell me mother, which should i regret?
what i became, or what i didn't?
what i became, or what i didn't?
