// 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 //
“Mm well, luckily for us we have the Voice that’s willing to help put us back together when we mess ourselves up.” Something he’s eternally grateful for. Without her he wouldn’t be here, he wouldn’t have gotten a new arm, wouldn’t have gotten a lot of the opportunities he’s had in his very long yet short life. Still, his smile broadens when she nudges him and tucks herself against him, pulling away a fraction as she grabs his metal hand to inspect. “I’m sorry, Isla. It’s too amusing to not bring up all the time.” He flashes her a wink, the smirk on his face fanged and playful.
He relaxes his arm as she looks at it, runs her fingers along it, and part of him wishes he could feel the way her fingertips dance against the plates of metal. But he settles for imagining what it’s like instead. “It’s one of the best things I’ve gotten, I think.” He clicks his tongue in consideration as he moves to drape the metal arm around her shoulders, letting the hand sit in front of her so she can still look at it, keeping her tucked in against his side. “And since it’s entirely metal I think I might be able to ask for her to upgrade it. I could be… Strong as all hell.” His brows furrow as he thinks up the possibilities.
He relaxes his arm as she looks at it, runs her fingers along it, and part of him wishes he could feel the way her fingertips dance against the plates of metal. But he settles for imagining what it’s like instead. “It’s one of the best things I’ve gotten, I think.” He clicks his tongue in consideration as he moves to drape the metal arm around her shoulders, letting the hand sit in front of her so she can still look at it, keeping her tucked in against his side. “And since it’s entirely metal I think I might be able to ask for her to upgrade it. I could be… Strong as all hell.” His brows furrow as he thinks up the possibilities.
VARUS
