VARUS
say a prayer, but let the good times roll
in case god doesn't show
in case god doesn't show
She doesn’t know about Dream Fish, which means that it’s Varus’ time to shine. A bright fanged grin spans across his face as he tilts his head toward her. “They’re these white fish that live in the bottom of the Oasis. Hard to find and even harder to catch. But they’ll appear to you if you need them to.” His smile grows a bit more crooked, a slight masking of the true reason the dream fish would appear. “If you touch a scale of theirs when they appear, they can put you in a dream you can control to help you work through things.” The grin remains, even as they part once the Oasis is in sight.
And he suggests the sound of crickets that can be heard in the distance – easier for their hearing versus the non-Ascended. But that’s neither here nor there. So he focuses on removing his shirt, definitely casting a glance over toward her as she fumbles to slip her dress off over her head. He takes a moment to appreciate her own body before he realizes that he could help. He hasn’t even gotten to his pants yet, before he’s stepping over to her to help her with her own clothes “Oh I don’t miss it for a second.” A hum of laughter leaves him. “Definitely don’t miss the goosebumps. Here, hold still a second, arms up.” He tugs the dress off of her completely before he’s folding it to set it beside his, and moves to remove the rest of his clothes – casting a glance back toward her with a softer tinged smile as he folds the rest of his clothes and sets them neatly in a pile beside her dress, next to his boots.
Returning to her side, he reaches out with the metal hand, hoping that she might take it. His blue gaze is soft and surprisingly warm. “Suppose we could still pretend its cold though, if you wanna.” His smile is crooked and his words are punctuated with a wink.
And he suggests the sound of crickets that can be heard in the distance – easier for their hearing versus the non-Ascended. But that’s neither here nor there. So he focuses on removing his shirt, definitely casting a glance over toward her as she fumbles to slip her dress off over her head. He takes a moment to appreciate her own body before he realizes that he could help. He hasn’t even gotten to his pants yet, before he’s stepping over to her to help her with her own clothes “Oh I don’t miss it for a second.” A hum of laughter leaves him. “Definitely don’t miss the goosebumps. Here, hold still a second, arms up.” He tugs the dress off of her completely before he’s folding it to set it beside his, and moves to remove the rest of his clothes – casting a glance back toward her with a softer tinged smile as he folds the rest of his clothes and sets them neatly in a pile beside her dress, next to his boots.
Returning to her side, he reaches out with the metal hand, hoping that she might take it. His blue gaze is soft and surprisingly warm. “Suppose we could still pretend its cold though, if you wanna.” His smile is crooked and his words are punctuated with a wink.
and i want these words to make things right,
but it's the wrongs that make the words come to life
but it's the wrongs that make the words come to life
