VARUS
Yes is good enough, and the smile that breaks across Varus’ face is vibrant as it is wide and fanged, amused and charmed as he tips his head this way and that, almost as if he’s trying to wrack his brain into finding a place to start. “Well, I’m definitely biased, but…” He trails off, wiggling his metal arm where it drapes over the edge of the pew toward Cameron.
His gaze focuses on them with a crooked smile, one that’s fanged and soft. “I chose the Voice over three hundred years ago. Haven’t had any reason to doubt her.” He pauses, pursing his lips a fraction. “Fought in wars for her. Compared to the old gods, she’s one of the ones that treated us like her family rather than those to be commanded.” And for a soldier like Varus? Sometimes the family was commanding, but it was far easier to command those that trusted you than those that you didn’t.
“Are you accepted?” He asks, pausing to wait for them to respond before he continues. “Have you… Considered Ascending?”
His gaze focuses on them with a crooked smile, one that’s fanged and soft. “I chose the Voice over three hundred years ago. Haven’t had any reason to doubt her.” He pauses, pursing his lips a fraction. “Fought in wars for her. Compared to the old gods, she’s one of the ones that treated us like her family rather than those to be commanded.” And for a soldier like Varus? Sometimes the family was commanding, but it was far easier to command those that trusted you than those that you didn’t.
“Are you accepted?” He asks, pausing to wait for them to respond before he continues. “Have you… Considered Ascending?”
and i find sorrow in idle minds
and solace in being heard
and solace in being heard
