VARUS
He imagines that she couldn’t do much worse to him than what he’d endured in the war, and that’s solace enough for the Ascended. Besides, it’s something that he can feel, paired with the pressure of her hands, giving him something to inadvertently focus on that’s not the numb nothingness that he’s so used to. But it’s a bit too intense at his lower back and she’s quick to pull it back, causing him to release a sigh of relief.
But then her hands are moving up along his back again. “Sure.” He offers her, his gaze opening and lifting from where he’s rested his head on his one arm, to glance back up at her to ensure that it’s what she wants. He agrees to her moving up to his neck and when she does move up there, the amount of electricity is perfect and he sags into it. “That’s great.” He hums to her, softly, distracted, focusing on his sensors as they buzz with that nothingness yet something like before.
But then her hands are moving up along his back again. “Sure.” He offers her, his gaze opening and lifting from where he’s rested his head on his one arm, to glance back up at her to ensure that it’s what she wants. He agrees to her moving up to his neck and when she does move up there, the amount of electricity is perfect and he sags into it. “That’s great.” He hums to her, softly, distracted, focusing on his sensors as they buzz with that nothingness yet something like before.
stories without a few let downs are boring when told
perfection and poems are a lie when it all unfolds
perfection and poems are a lie when it all unfolds
