// 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 //
She's so incredibly confident until his shell lands beside the stone and he can’t help the edge of the grin that grows brighter when she comments on his smugness. “Oh is it?” He makes a show of toning it down. “C’mon, Isla. You got this.” He chimes to her as she steps up, waiting to see if she pulls out the bullseye.
And then she doesn’t, and he has to try very very very hard not to let the grin cross his face. “Sand Dart King, huh?” He hums as he steps up to the line again to throw his last shell. It misses the mark too, falling short of the inner ring to land in the outer one. “You know… Maybe it was the shells.” He says, lifting them in his metal hand to where he might be able to inspect them, brows drawn together in a display of full concentration, before his gaze lifts. “Maybe one day you’ll be crowned the Sand Dart Queen.” He steps back out of her reach with that, as the crooked grin spreads across his face.
And then she doesn’t, and he has to try very very very hard not to let the grin cross his face. “Sand Dart King, huh?” He hums as he steps up to the line again to throw his last shell. It misses the mark too, falling short of the inner ring to land in the outer one. “You know… Maybe it was the shells.” He says, lifting them in his metal hand to where he might be able to inspect them, brows drawn together in a display of full concentration, before his gaze lifts. “Maybe one day you’ll be crowned the Sand Dart Queen.” He steps back out of her reach with that, as the crooked grin spreads across his face.
VARUS
