honey, i rose up from the dead. i do it all the time
He lets her scan him, checking him over as she always did with her medic ways. He leaves it bare for her, to see how he’s both here and not, how his mind tears itself between wanting to get back into his normal and feeling as though he’s too far gone to reach it. Her arms slip around him, fitting over the new get up he wears, slightly different and padded in some aspects while the rest seems nearly skin tight, and he lets himself reach out to run his hands along her arms, huffing out an unnecessary sigh.
Her question has him pausing for longer than he otherwise would, quick to quip and joke and be playful replaced by his quiet brooding solitude. Worse. Because now he can’t be mad at himself for fucking up, too focused on the sensation of feeling listless in a current he has no way of overcoming.
He doesn’t miss her gaze though, his own snapping to follow it, before focusing on her pale face in the moonlight again. Do you have something in mind that might help? He asks, because if she doesn’t and he’s this paranoid and wound up right now, he might think something’s about to go wrong. In fact, his grip on her tightens protectively with the thought. We should start moving, then.
Her question has him pausing for longer than he otherwise would, quick to quip and joke and be playful replaced by his quiet brooding solitude. Worse. Because now he can’t be mad at himself for fucking up, too focused on the sensation of feeling listless in a current he has no way of overcoming.
He doesn’t miss her gaze though, his own snapping to follow it, before focusing on her pale face in the moonlight again. Do you have something in mind that might help? He asks, because if she doesn’t and he’s this paranoid and wound up right now, he might think something’s about to go wrong. In fact, his grip on her tightens protectively with the thought. We should start moving, then.
VARUS
