// every mistake, a reason to run, but a good soldier marches on
knowing the worst may be still yet to come //
knowing the worst may be still yet to come //
“Not all of them.” He’s quick to respond, flashing another wink her way, ending it with a hum of a laugh as he moves to make the scoreboard and bullseye. As for his reading habits? He pauses once he’s lined out the scoreboard to hold the driftwood to his chest. “Suppose I’m a bit traditional and quite cliche… But gods am I a sucker for tragic romance.” He agrees, and in a flair of pure dramatics his head tilts toward the sky and a wistful sigh slips past his lips.
“I’ll take rocks.” He decides quickly, reaching out to collect the rocks in his metal hand, listening as they clink against the metal. Then he’s keeping a list of what ring means what, agreeing with the choice Isla’s made, before he steps back and flashes her a brilliant grin. “Works for me.” He pauses before continuing. “Ladies, and shells, first.” A half bow accompanies it, a grin growing along his face as he waits for her to take her turn.
“I’ll take rocks.” He decides quickly, reaching out to collect the rocks in his metal hand, listening as they clink against the metal. Then he’s keeping a list of what ring means what, agreeing with the choice Isla’s made, before he steps back and flashes her a brilliant grin. “Works for me.” He pauses before continuing. “Ladies, and shells, first.” A half bow accompanies it, a grin growing along his face as he waits for her to take her turn.
VARUS
