// not yet corpses, still we rot //
Not quite? What does that even mean?
His thoughts are cut short as the metal shifts to something else, groaning in the dark silence of the Barracks, Varus’ eyes watching as Wessex’s form grows bigger and bigger and he slowly rises from the cover of his shield, staring up at her with confusion and wonder, a bit bewilderment and surprise. It’s pretty impressive, honestly, as are most of the things Wessex has in terms of her new fancy shiny things.
And he chuckles a loud booming sound as she snaps her teeth at the air. The metal arm lifts the shield and he unhooks it, putting it against the wall as he grabs the disk again and shuts it off so that its sides aren’t as sharp, deciding they can use this time to work on her catching abilities, perhaps. Nothing like a giant fucking fox thing with a bajillion tails to snatch Attuned out of the sky, right?
“Catch!” He calls out a split second before he throws the disk toward the side of her head like it’s some sort of frisbee.
His thoughts are cut short as the metal shifts to something else, groaning in the dark silence of the Barracks, Varus’ eyes watching as Wessex’s form grows bigger and bigger and he slowly rises from the cover of his shield, staring up at her with confusion and wonder, a bit bewilderment and surprise. It’s pretty impressive, honestly, as are most of the things Wessex has in terms of her new fancy shiny things.
And he chuckles a loud booming sound as she snaps her teeth at the air. The metal arm lifts the shield and he unhooks it, putting it against the wall as he grabs the disk again and shuts it off so that its sides aren’t as sharp, deciding they can use this time to work on her catching abilities, perhaps. Nothing like a giant fucking fox thing with a bajillion tails to snatch Attuned out of the sky, right?
“Catch!” He calls out a split second before he throws the disk toward the side of her head like it’s some sort of frisbee.
VARUS
