VARUS
tell me father, which to ask forgiveness for?
what i am, or what i'm not?
what i am, or what i'm not?
She points out quite a good truth, one that has Varus’ smile growing a bit more crooked. “Mm, see, I think that’s why we get along so well.” He pauses, his grin shifting to something more fanged and playful. “I knew you were my kinda girl when you didn’t even flinch when I asked you to remove my arm.” This is aired with a hum of laughter, his arm slipping around her to draw her in so he can inspect the sea glass and try to get more of the sand off of him and from his mouth.
She seems to ignore his comment on it, which is probably for the best anyway. “I think it will.” He agrees, the Ascended scanning the glass before it disappears in her hand and she’s running them along him, searching for a safe space to put it and the ex-Assassin absolutely sees through her lingering hands. If his hips wiggle a bit, he doesn’t draw attention to it. “Hm, I think the back left pocket would do nicely, don’t you?” His metal arm tightening around her middle, his arm made of flesh rising to tilt her chin up so he can catch a sly kiss.
She seems to ignore his comment on it, which is probably for the best anyway. “I think it will.” He agrees, the Ascended scanning the glass before it disappears in her hand and she’s running them along him, searching for a safe space to put it and the ex-Assassin absolutely sees through her lingering hands. If his hips wiggle a bit, he doesn’t draw attention to it. “Hm, I think the back left pocket would do nicely, don’t you?” His metal arm tightening around her middle, his arm made of flesh rising to tilt her chin up so he can catch a sly kiss.
tell me mother, which should i regret?
what i became, or what i didn't?
what i became, or what i didn't?
