VARUS
say a prayer, but let the good times roll
in case god doesn't show
in case god doesn't show
Oh, her foot connects. Not entirely with his face, though, but it does slam down surprisingly hard where his shoulder and metal meet, and it’s with a bubble of surprise and amusement that leaves him just around the same time the echo of her scream may have died off from the trees around the small lake. He’s latched on, though, and Varus is nothing but determined as he takes the playful swat, propelling himself — still rather lopsidedly toward her.
He lets her go so that he can swim a sharp circle around her, aiming to get those blonde locks of hers to fan out like some type of mermaid when he rises again beside her, head breaking the surface, bumping her with a shoulder and a vibrant, wide fanged grin. “Hey Isla… Tag.” He doesn’t apologize for startling her, not in the slightest. And when he utters the words, he darts off into the water, diving down and down into the murky depths, searching for those elusive dream fish.
He wonders if she’ll follow, wonders idly if she’d retaliate. He finds that he doesn’t matter whichever way she chooses.
He lets her go so that he can swim a sharp circle around her, aiming to get those blonde locks of hers to fan out like some type of mermaid when he rises again beside her, head breaking the surface, bumping her with a shoulder and a vibrant, wide fanged grin. “Hey Isla… Tag.” He doesn’t apologize for startling her, not in the slightest. And when he utters the words, he darts off into the water, diving down and down into the murky depths, searching for those elusive dream fish.
He wonders if she’ll follow, wonders idly if she’d retaliate. He finds that he doesn’t matter whichever way she chooses.
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
