// not yet corpses, still we rot //
He isn’t too sure what to expect, honestly, but given the excitement that radiates from the Wraith, Varus can’t help but to flash an amused fanged grin back at the demigod – his metal hand rising to push back the long dark locks from his face to allow his view to be complete when he finally sets eyes on the newly rebuilt training area. “Think you’re a bit excited, Wes.” He offers with a hum of a chuckle.
Regardless, the Captain steps through, eyeing up the place with an almost childish wonder, surprise quickly cascading any playful amusement he’d held before – stepping further in and letting his metal hand run along the edges of the weaponry that’s been salvaged, the spaces where dummies can be put up, the spaces where they could rig them to even fly through the air perhaps.
It’s fucking amazing. But Varus leads Wessex on for a bit as he calculates, figures out what exactly they could do with all of this space, and when it finally hits, he turns to look at her with perhaps the brightest blue eyes he’s had since he’d come back to consciousness in three hundred years. “Godsdamn, I think it’s perfect. Look at all this space?” He gestures with a childish grin, metal arm extending to the space where shifts could fit and where they could rig things to move through the sky for additional target practice.
He steps toward Wessex, reaching up to clasp her shoulder. “Should say that even back before the first war, we didn’t have anything of this caliber.” Another little praise, though the excitement radiates from him as if it’s tangible.
Regardless, the Captain steps through, eyeing up the place with an almost childish wonder, surprise quickly cascading any playful amusement he’d held before – stepping further in and letting his metal hand run along the edges of the weaponry that’s been salvaged, the spaces where dummies can be put up, the spaces where they could rig them to even fly through the air perhaps.
It’s fucking amazing. But Varus leads Wessex on for a bit as he calculates, figures out what exactly they could do with all of this space, and when it finally hits, he turns to look at her with perhaps the brightest blue eyes he’s had since he’d come back to consciousness in three hundred years. “Godsdamn, I think it’s perfect. Look at all this space?” He gestures with a childish grin, metal arm extending to the space where shifts could fit and where they could rig things to move through the sky for additional target practice.
He steps toward Wessex, reaching up to clasp her shoulder. “Should say that even back before the first war, we didn’t have anything of this caliber.” Another little praise, though the excitement radiates from him as if it’s tangible.
VARUS
