// 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 agrees to it as a date and he offers his elbow to her, trying to hide the way the playfulness of his smile grows more genuine, more warm with the idea. She didn’t deny it and so far aside from the book there’s no heartbreak. Good, makes it easier. He helps kick a bit of sand over their game, linked arm in arm with her as they walk down the beach, the waves lapping against the sides as they illuminate a low blue hue. “I have a surprisingly good intuition.” He informs her, smirking lightly. “He’s Ascended and doesn’t live in the Grounds. Missing an eye. Know him?” He casts his gaze back at her. “Wanted to know what you thought of taking my ruined arm off, whether you enjoyed it.” He assumes Isla did enjoy it, after all, she hadn’t said anything otherwise.
As for his plans? He hums his thoughts under his breath, head tilting slightly as he peers down the path they take. “Not sure, really. Just… Relaxing. I assume that’s why you’re here too, given that you’ve finally pulled yourself away from work.” He and everyone else would tell her she works too much, so he doesn’t air that particular comment.
As for his plans? He hums his thoughts under his breath, head tilting slightly as he peers down the path they take. “Not sure, really. Just… Relaxing. I assume that’s why you’re here too, given that you’ve finally pulled yourself away from work.” He and everyone else would tell her she works too much, so he doesn’t air that particular comment.
VARUS
