you were in the fallout and you lost some friends //
“Yeah. Lava wyrms.” Varus offers, casting a glance back at Nate the same time the demigod’s gaze meets his own oceanic ones. Birds, however, certainly have a bit more proof as the seconds span on – as soon as the whisper fades in the caverns, the sound of the birds approaching gets closer – words made out. Luckily for Varus, he’s got an arm made completely of metal. Good luck to those birds wanting to tear into a piece of that.
Still, he’s not aiming to get fucked up anywhere else, though, the ominous words growing louder and louder and he’s willingly tugged into the alcove with Nate, pressed against the shadows in the hopes that the birds might just leave.
Unfortunately, though, the birds seem to be scattered out – a few flitting by with those garbled words, crying and cawing out what they want. And eventually, it sputters out into the trinkling of just one or two with the sound of a third approaching, all the while Varus’ lips remain sealed – his gaze dancing between Nate and the crows.
Still, he’s not aiming to get fucked up anywhere else, though, the ominous words growing louder and louder and he’s willingly tugged into the alcove with Nate, pressed against the shadows in the hopes that the birds might just leave.
Unfortunately, though, the birds seem to be scattered out – a few flitting by with those garbled words, crying and cawing out what they want. And eventually, it sputters out into the trinkling of just one or two with the sound of a third approaching, all the while Varus’ lips remain sealed – his gaze dancing between Nate and the crows.
VARUS
