VARUS
say a prayer, but let the good times roll
in case god doesn't show
in case god doesn't show
“I don’t know.” Varus says with a quiet sigh, following alongside Isla as they walk through the Glade. His gaze dances along the fields and grasses poking up, the burnt spots from those fiery cricket assholes that he’s mostly just trying to keep himself and Isla away from. Instead, all he can hear is the rumbling of normal crickets and the wind that dances between the branches of the few trees out here, the whistling and rustling of the longer grasses.
They pause by a wildflower and Varus reaches over to pluck a small daisy from a cluster of a bunch of them, stepping over to her, hand rising to tuck it behind her ear, seeing the pale white petals stand out among her gold crown of hair. “I think Mabel probably wanted anything to make… It stop.” He frowns, metal fingers dancing along Isla’s jawbone before it drops to his side and he focuses fully on her face. “Are you worried that the Voice will take you over if you see Remi consistently?” He pauses, waiting for her answer as the gears spin in his head.
They pause by a wildflower and Varus reaches over to pluck a small daisy from a cluster of a bunch of them, stepping over to her, hand rising to tuck it behind her ear, seeing the pale white petals stand out among her gold crown of hair. “I think Mabel probably wanted anything to make… It stop.” He frowns, metal fingers dancing along Isla’s jawbone before it drops to his side and he focuses fully on her face. “Are you worried that the Voice will take you over if you see Remi consistently?” He pauses, waiting for her answer as the gears spin in his head.
and i want these words to make things right,
but it's the wrongs that make the words come to life
but it's the wrongs that make the words come to life
