// not yet corpses, still we rot //
“What?” He breathes, watching the disk slip right through the illusion, brows pinching immediately as his gaze drifts to the rest of it, searching for the flaws that might tell him where she really is. In the meantime, though, it stares at him, and Varus;s body moves into motion once he has the disk back in his hand, watching the illusion fade until Wessex starts bounding toward him.
At least, he thinks it’s her. He can’t really tell – all of it looking so incredibly real that he sucks in a deep breath he doesn’t need but still braces himself, and takes up a rather defensive pose, waiting for the kitsune to either collide with him or pass straight through him.
Part of him hopes that it’s really her, because he’d rather be knocked to the ground and pounced on by the kitsune than to feel what it’s like to have an illusion slip through him.
At least, he thinks it’s her. He can’t really tell – all of it looking so incredibly real that he sucks in a deep breath he doesn’t need but still braces himself, and takes up a rather defensive pose, waiting for the kitsune to either collide with him or pass straight through him.
Part of him hopes that it’s really her, because he’d rather be knocked to the ground and pounced on by the kitsune than to feel what it’s like to have an illusion slip through him.
VARUS
