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?
There are times where Varus absolutely will brood. Probably after this when he goes and explores just how different things had become in the last three hundred years. For now, though, he takes the amusement where he can – life’s so fucking boring without it – and flashes her another grin when she threatens that his stitches will be wonky. “I can’t feel them anyway. Could take as long as you like. Stuff me up like a couch cushion, I don’t care.” He offers, flashing her a playfully fanged grin.
“And yes. I’m sure. I did have to.” He tips her a wink to follow it up, as if there wasn’t any room within him to deny himself the little joy of that. But he waits until she’s finished before he’s speaking again, his bright blue gaze dancing along the stitches until they lift to meet her face. “Eh, if you stabbed me with something I guess that means you’d have to spend more time with me.” He gives her a rogue smirk, sitting back in the chair and using his one hand to poke and prod at the mangled mess that’s been removed. “Which would be such a shame, I know.”
His gaze lifts after a few moments, still with humor crinkling the edges of his gaze. "Thanks for this, though. I can finally hear myself think."
“And yes. I’m sure. I did have to.” He tips her a wink to follow it up, as if there wasn’t any room within him to deny himself the little joy of that. But he waits until she’s finished before he’s speaking again, his bright blue gaze dancing along the stitches until they lift to meet her face. “Eh, if you stabbed me with something I guess that means you’d have to spend more time with me.” He gives her a rogue smirk, sitting back in the chair and using his one hand to poke and prod at the mangled mess that’s been removed. “Which would be such a shame, I know.”
His gaze lifts after a few moments, still with humor crinkling the edges of his gaze. "Thanks for this, though. I can finally hear myself think."
tell me mother, which should i regret?
what i became, or what i didn't?
what i became, or what i didn't?
