VARUS
say a prayer, but let the good times roll
in case god doesn't show
in case god doesn't show
“I haven’t tried since I Ascended.” He offers her with an easy smile, fanged and crooked. “But since we are Ascended, we could probably try swimming to the bottom and see if any appear.” A thought for later, perhaps, because he’s striding across the space between them to help her with the dress, and he does notice a fraction of a silver flush along her cheeks, one that’s met not as strongly but still there, beneath the stubble of his own cheeks.
He purposefully tries not to look at her too long, even as he’s finished up and reaching for her hand. “I do feel it, yeah.” He murmurs softly, giving her hand a light squeeze, trying to make sure he isn’t squeezing her hand too hard with the metal. But his gaze drifts from their hands intertwined to her face. “It’s like… There’s a separate section of the sensors that are telling me what is happening, versus the other hand which just has it there… Like a map?” It’s hard for him to explain and he doesn’t know if it makes any sense – but she’s always been curious about it and it’s the least he can do.
It helps to talk, too, while making a show of pretending just how cold the moonlight Oasis is, stepping into the cool water – something that begins to spark his sensors as soon as it’s reached his calves. “For Longheat, even this seems c-c-cold, h-honestly.” The grin he casts her way is playful as he pretends to be freezing, making a show of how his hand in hers (regardless if it’s metal) trembles lightly with a shiver that runs up his spine that he forces there out of sheer muscle memory.
He purposefully tries not to look at her too long, even as he’s finished up and reaching for her hand. “I do feel it, yeah.” He murmurs softly, giving her hand a light squeeze, trying to make sure he isn’t squeezing her hand too hard with the metal. But his gaze drifts from their hands intertwined to her face. “It’s like… There’s a separate section of the sensors that are telling me what is happening, versus the other hand which just has it there… Like a map?” It’s hard for him to explain and he doesn’t know if it makes any sense – but she’s always been curious about it and it’s the least he can do.
It helps to talk, too, while making a show of pretending just how cold the moonlight Oasis is, stepping into the cool water – something that begins to spark his sensors as soon as it’s reached his calves. “For Longheat, even this seems c-c-cold, h-honestly.” The grin he casts her way is playful as he pretends to be freezing, making a show of how his hand in hers (regardless if it’s metal) trembles lightly with a shiver that runs up his spine that he forces there out of sheer muscle memory.
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
