honey, i rose up from the dead. i do it all the time
He barely has the time to lift his own lips in a curl of a smile at the nailed target, stretching out his metal arm as he prepares to go and try to find where the fuck it’s gone to, before a chirp is heard followed with Nate’s voice interrupting the crickets in the night, and Varus stills like a statue (so he’s a bit on edge, who could blame him?) but he can take Nate off his own little edge as well. He turns halfway, the moonlight reflecting off the metal of his arm and beneath the wild untamed, much longer locks than the demigod is used to, is the raise of a brow.
War’s coming. Be stupid not to, huh kid? He teases softly, before he leans back, rolling his shoulders slightly. What’re you doin’ in the Grounds anyway? Thought you were fuckin’ off in the Wilds with that husband of yours? He steps over to his target to pick up his blue, glowing disk. Unless you heard the news, I guess. That would bring him back to the Grounds, wouldn’t it?
If he was smart, that is.
War’s coming. Be stupid not to, huh kid? He teases softly, before he leans back, rolling his shoulders slightly. What’re you doin’ in the Grounds anyway? Thought you were fuckin’ off in the Wilds with that husband of yours? He steps over to his target to pick up his blue, glowing disk. Unless you heard the news, I guess. That would bring him back to the Grounds, wouldn’t it?
If he was smart, that is.
VARUS
