and we'll forget this solemn day, we'll always be young again
He works quickly, familiarized enough with building to get it on a solid base so that the frame of the actual crib can just fit into it. It takes a few moments before he manages to make the base of the crib portion itself, but he listens to her regardless, offering a nod before a metal hand rises to push his hair back, the length growing a bit longer as time went on, the Ascended choosing not to cut it. His gaze lifts back to Maeve once she finishes with a small crooked fanged smile. “We aren’t.” He agrees, before working again.
Soon enough, he manages to have the crib put together and he rises, stretching out his arms, the metal one squealing a fraction as a bur gets stuck within the plates. A quick turn around of it and it’s fixed, however, and he turns to stand on the other side of it before his oceanic gaze lifts to Maeve. “Alright, wanna help hold this in place so I can screw in the base?” He asks, already lifting the crib with ease to set it on the legs, waiting for her to hold it so he can screw the pieces in.
Soon enough, he manages to have the crib put together and he rises, stretching out his arms, the metal one squealing a fraction as a bur gets stuck within the plates. A quick turn around of it and it’s fixed, however, and he turns to stand on the other side of it before his oceanic gaze lifts to Maeve. “Alright, wanna help hold this in place so I can screw in the base?” He asks, already lifting the crib with ease to set it on the legs, waiting for her to hold it so he can screw the pieces in.
VARUS
