// 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 plan, not a date, something that Varus keeps the distinction different for reasons similar to Isla. So he settles on the log, peering between the sky and the sea, when her words reach him and he snorts. “It was a group of attuned I accidentally stumbled into. One of them shifted into a fucking tiger and that’s how that happened.” He shakes his head, lifts his metal arm to run through his hair, before resting it on the back of his neck.
He gives her a slight nod at the comment of making him feel better, though, but what comes next is far more interesting than everything before and is quite the thorough distraction he was after. “No fucking way.” He breathes with a vibrant laugh, something that’s equally shocked as it is amused. “And uh… Where, exactly, is this room?” He asks, his arm dropping from his neck to be leaned against as he peers at her. “And who bribed Frey into doing that for us?” He snorts, but the boyish grin on his face seems to suggest he’s already making plans.
He gives her a slight nod at the comment of making him feel better, though, but what comes next is far more interesting than everything before and is quite the thorough distraction he was after. “No fucking way.” He breathes with a vibrant laugh, something that’s equally shocked as it is amused. “And uh… Where, exactly, is this room?” He asks, his arm dropping from his neck to be leaned against as he peers at her. “And who bribed Frey into doing that for us?” He snorts, but the boyish grin on his face seems to suggest he’s already making plans.
VARUS
