and we'll forget this solemn day, we'll always be young again
Once he gets the tools and the wood separated, Varus can start. So he sheds his light jacket, putting it in a pile off to the side. Underneath is a short sleeve shirt, one arm scarred in a few places, the other completely metal – and as he works, Maeve would be able to see that the metal of his arm goes all the way up to his shoulder, ending right beside his collarbone.
He listens to her though, to the story she projects. He’d had a similar thought when it came to the gods growing up – he’d been Accepted once upon a time after all. Yet the only person he ever grew close to was the Voice, and with the war that was brewing, well, the Underdogs always sounded like the better choice in his opinion. He just hadn’t expected to shut down for three hundred years.
The base of the crib gets put together, with the legs still off if only to make sure it went together without a hitch trying to balance it. He bites his tongue from saying something along the lines of ‘all she needs is love until she doesn’t’. If Maeve’s content with Safrin, then so be it. “Sounds nice.” He offers quietly, glancing up at her with his oceanic gaze. “Sounds a lot like how the Voice is to me.” A crooked, fanged smile crosses his face with that. “Glad you got someone in your corner, though.” Even if it was the opposite side.
Everyone needed someone, right?
He listens to her though, to the story she projects. He’d had a similar thought when it came to the gods growing up – he’d been Accepted once upon a time after all. Yet the only person he ever grew close to was the Voice, and with the war that was brewing, well, the Underdogs always sounded like the better choice in his opinion. He just hadn’t expected to shut down for three hundred years.
The base of the crib gets put together, with the legs still off if only to make sure it went together without a hitch trying to balance it. He bites his tongue from saying something along the lines of ‘all she needs is love until she doesn’t’. If Maeve’s content with Safrin, then so be it. “Sounds nice.” He offers quietly, glancing up at her with his oceanic gaze. “Sounds a lot like how the Voice is to me.” A crooked, fanged smile crosses his face with that. “Glad you got someone in your corner, though.” Even if it was the opposite side.
Everyone needed someone, right?
VARUS
