honey, i rose up from the dead. i do it all the time
It’s a good thing Wessex tells them to hold their questions until the end, because if she hadn’t, Varus would be interjecting nearly every other minute. The information is given, and it’s – it’s a fucking lot of information at once, and even Varus is reeling, moving to sit on the chair beside Isla’s – his metal hand pulling his hair away from his face before it trails lower to rub at his jaw, his oceanic gaze never leaving Wessex – not even blinking.
Calculating, as collected as he can be given all of this.
“So first off, we now know we can go to Stormbreak…” He trails off, letting the positives reach the forefront first. “And that should we be in mortal danger with good positioning, the Voice can take us over…” Within good reason, he imagines. He knows his goddess enough to know that she doesn’t do it willy nilly. No, the option to kill the Eye had likely been the reason she’d done it in the first place. All the Voice had taught Varus was that she valued their abilities to be their own people, to love her for letting them have a choice where so many others forced their hand one way or another.
And despite Wessex having lost her items, an unfortunate event, they had gained a boon. And Isla is quick to ask about the others, about looking at the notebook, and Varus already agrees with it – leaning over to rest his hand on her shoulder, his thumb rubbing in soothing circles. “What’s the shit you overheard?”
Calculating, as collected as he can be given all of this.
“So first off, we now know we can go to Stormbreak…” He trails off, letting the positives reach the forefront first. “And that should we be in mortal danger with good positioning, the Voice can take us over…” Within good reason, he imagines. He knows his goddess enough to know that she doesn’t do it willy nilly. No, the option to kill the Eye had likely been the reason she’d done it in the first place. All the Voice had taught Varus was that she valued their abilities to be their own people, to love her for letting them have a choice where so many others forced their hand one way or another.
And despite Wessex having lost her items, an unfortunate event, they had gained a boon. And Isla is quick to ask about the others, about looking at the notebook, and Varus already agrees with it – leaning over to rest his hand on her shoulder, his thumb rubbing in soothing circles. “What’s the shit you overheard?”
VARUS
