// 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 //
Her grumbles spark another quiet huff of laughter from Varus, who happily trades the rocks for shells. He then steps back, watching her roll her shoulder, then watches as the rock sails through the air so close to the bullseye his breath hitches for a fraction of a second. He squints back at her at her elation, smirking as he marks her points and moves up to the line with a shell in hand. “Was it, though?” He teases her lightly as he throws.
The shell zips through the air, too, landing beside Isla’s on the edge of the bullseye and Varus is quick to flash her a bright teasing grin as he marks the points. “I’m not too sure if I believe you. You’re still losing in points, too.” He informs her with an amused tittering of his voice, his head tilting a fraction as he steps back to watch her throw one again, wondering if any of them would hit the bullseye. “You’re gonna have to get a bullseye at this point to win.”
The shell zips through the air, too, landing beside Isla’s on the edge of the bullseye and Varus is quick to flash her a bright teasing grin as he marks the points. “I’m not too sure if I believe you. You’re still losing in points, too.” He informs her with an amused tittering of his voice, his head tilting a fraction as he steps back to watch her throw one again, wondering if any of them would hit the bullseye. “You’re gonna have to get a bullseye at this point to win.”
VARUS
