// 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 //
“You sure?” He quips back to her quickly, keeping the amusement on his face to hide everything else. It was far better to focus on other things rather than the exhaustion of detailing where his life had gone the previous three centuries. He’s content to sit here and focus on the ability of drinking, of feeling, of fucking — all of those far more appealing than the simple idea of thinking back on his woes.
So he remains close, even as she bats at his metal arm, and Varus does nothing but let the smile on his face grow a bit crooked and boyish. “Me? Being crude? It couldn’t possibly have been me.” He feigns some offense, but he can’t find himself pulling away from her either, not as he notices she isn’t moving back either. So he decides to shoot his shot, to swallow down the dampening conversation of earlier, as his good hand rises to brush back a piece of her still damp hair to tuck it behind her ear, scanning her face again.
“Tonight was fun, Isla. Thank you.” He murmurs to her, recalling that they have indeed decided to go on a date and so what if this is the wrong order for everything. He only hopes it doesn’t make things weird between them as the hand by her ear moves to run his fingers along her jaw, should she let him, and hopes she hasn’t read him wrong as he leans in for a kiss.
So he remains close, even as she bats at his metal arm, and Varus does nothing but let the smile on his face grow a bit crooked and boyish. “Me? Being crude? It couldn’t possibly have been me.” He feigns some offense, but he can’t find himself pulling away from her either, not as he notices she isn’t moving back either. So he decides to shoot his shot, to swallow down the dampening conversation of earlier, as his good hand rises to brush back a piece of her still damp hair to tuck it behind her ear, scanning her face again.
“Tonight was fun, Isla. Thank you.” He murmurs to her, recalling that they have indeed decided to go on a date and so what if this is the wrong order for everything. He only hopes it doesn’t make things weird between them as the hand by her ear moves to run his fingers along her jaw, should she let him, and hopes she hasn’t read him wrong as he leans in for a kiss.
VARUS
