VARUS
say a prayer, but let the good times roll
in case god doesn't show
in case god doesn't show
He scared her, he knows it. The fish in the water know it as do the birds trying to sleep in the trees. Yet Varus doesn’t apologize for it, not when he bumps his shoulder against hers and flashes a bright fanged grin paired with his tag before he’s diving again, letting the arm pull him under just as she expects. But it’s still not perfect, yet, he hasn’t quite grasped the entirety of this metal arm he’s trying to swim with, as quite evident in the way Isla catches up to him.
But he’s a fighter, practiced despite his years spent offline, and when she grabs his ankle — he doesn’t kick at her, no, he practically folds himself in half, adjusting his trajectory to hopefully confuse her and end up behind her or take her with him. Whichever she chooses. But the further into the water they get, life underneath continues to spur on, silver fish flitting through the darkness of the depths, darting through the shrubbery, and yet still no sign of a dream fish.
But he’s a fighter, practiced despite his years spent offline, and when she grabs his ankle — he doesn’t kick at her, no, he practically folds himself in half, adjusting his trajectory to hopefully confuse her and end up behind her or take her with him. Whichever she chooses. But the further into the water they get, life underneath continues to spur on, silver fish flitting through the darkness of the depths, darting through the shrubbery, and yet still no sign of a dream fish.
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
