VARUS
say a prayer, but let the good times roll
in case god doesn't show
in case god doesn't show
He wonders if it’s worth mentioning ‘it’s a date’ when they were very clearly already on one. But it’s an absent thought as soon as he’s falling into the water after her, laughter bouncing through him as he works to try and right them in the water again. It works, for the most part, despite how heavy the metal is and how it tries to tug him down, and she thoroughly — thoroughly distracts him with how close their lips are and how her body is pressed against his that he tries desperately not to think too much about, his smile faltering a fraction as he leans in to cross the distance when she’s pushing him back into the water and diving off in a quick spin. “Shit, fuck—” It’s truly a cackle that leaves him, muffled soon by a mouthful of water, but he pays it little mind.
Because obviously there’s a chase going on and he’s prepared to try and dive after her, even if his arm proves it quite the difficult task. So he thinks he’s gone at it all wrong, as soon as he begins to curve with the weight of himself off balance as it is, and he works to overcompensate for it — kicking out with much more force on his left leg to try and even him out with lighter strokes with his right leg. His arms continue to do the same, a swift stroke that chops through the water as he follows her, when an idea strikes.
He dives below her, aiming to try and pick up his speed so that he might be able to rise with a hand outstretched to reach for her hip. It could be a monster, it could be some vegetation, or it could be a metal hand. Who knows?
Because obviously there’s a chase going on and he’s prepared to try and dive after her, even if his arm proves it quite the difficult task. So he thinks he’s gone at it all wrong, as soon as he begins to curve with the weight of himself off balance as it is, and he works to overcompensate for it — kicking out with much more force on his left leg to try and even him out with lighter strokes with his right leg. His arms continue to do the same, a swift stroke that chops through the water as he follows her, when an idea strikes.
He dives below her, aiming to try and pick up his speed so that he might be able to rise with a hand outstretched to reach for her hip. It could be a monster, it could be some vegetation, or it could be a metal hand. Who knows?
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
