Blame it on days in the places they made for the people just like me
His eyes light up a fraction at the mention of a bonfire, a nod of his head in agreement before she’s off and he’s prepping himself for her to take a good look at how it connects. He leans back on his right arm, the one that hasn’t been replaced, and when she steps back in he regards her easily as she sets the bag down on the bed. He only leans forward when she sits beside him, his arm available for her to look at. “Feel free.” He rumbles to her, the smile growing a bit brighter.
She’ll see that the seams are nearly perfect if not for the slight scarring, the way there’s also a few scars along his stomach (appearing to be from a sword), but he appears relatively unharmed, and whole now.
“Somewhat, yeah. It’s a bit heavier. It’s really nice though.” He leans forward, pressing into her space. “Here, feel.” He murmurs, dropping his arm easily into her palms as if she might be able to determine the difference in weight for herself while it remains attached. “The metal plates shift like muscles and tendons.” He hums softly, turning his hand in her arm to let the ripple effect of the change take place.
She’ll see that the seams are nearly perfect if not for the slight scarring, the way there’s also a few scars along his stomach (appearing to be from a sword), but he appears relatively unharmed, and whole now.
“Somewhat, yeah. It’s a bit heavier. It’s really nice though.” He leans forward, pressing into her space. “Here, feel.” He murmurs, dropping his arm easily into her palms as if she might be able to determine the difference in weight for herself while it remains attached. “The metal plates shift like muscles and tendons.” He hums softly, turning his hand in her arm to let the ripple effect of the change take place.
VARUS
