// 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 //
A bark of laughter leaves him when she teases him, a playful roll of his eyes given in return. And then he’s making his joke, stepping out of her range for the possibilities of rocks flinging at him, but brightens up as she airs her own dramatics. He can’t say he’d be mad about her taking the crown from him, anyway. As for doing it again? He can’t help the words that fall from his lips, playful and amused. “Sure. It’s a date.” The grin remains, even as he nears where she’s left her towel so he can grab the book. Tucking it under his arm, he regards her again and offers his elbow for her.
“Nope, haven’t yet. Don‘t know where he lives or really if he’s from Torchline or not. He just kind of seemed like he might.” His brows pinch a fraction as he thinks back at it, before he’s shaking his head and casting his blue gaze back toward her face. “I’m not too worried about it. I’m here for relaxing and getting my heart broken.” He winks, making a show of the book tucked in his other arm.
“Nope, haven’t yet. Don‘t know where he lives or really if he’s from Torchline or not. He just kind of seemed like he might.” His brows pinch a fraction as he thinks back at it, before he’s shaking his head and casting his blue gaze back toward her face. “I’m not too worried about it. I’m here for relaxing and getting my heart broken.” He winks, making a show of the book tucked in his other arm.
VARUS
