VARUS
say a prayer, but let the good times roll
in case god doesn't show
in case god doesn't show
He can feel her smile, if not a bit dulled down by everything, as she asks him if he’d do that for her. And he nods, casting a glance down to her with that same bright smile. Yes. He’d do anything for her. A lovesick puppy with a wonderful, beautiful, smart as hell woman on his arm? Who wouldn’t do anything for her? “I’d hope he wouldn’t. I don’t really think I’d look good in pieces.” He comments with a soft laugh. “Though I guess if anyone can judge pieces of me, it’s you.” He noses his head in against her temple, teasing her and squeezing her from where his arm wraps around.
She pauses, though, and he’s quick to still himself too – gaze scanning along the surrounding area before noticing that it wasn’t a dangerous thing she was scouting for, but an herb of sorts. He relaxes instantly, his guard dog persona pushed aside and swallowed down as he hums another little laugh, the Captain nodding and unpeeling himself from her side (despite how he protests internally for it), before he’s moving to help hoist her up. “What’d you find?” He asks, unsure what part of the wild she was planning to collect, and also what she planned to do with it.
She pauses, though, and he’s quick to still himself too – gaze scanning along the surrounding area before noticing that it wasn’t a dangerous thing she was scouting for, but an herb of sorts. He relaxes instantly, his guard dog persona pushed aside and swallowed down as he hums another little laugh, the Captain nodding and unpeeling himself from her side (despite how he protests internally for it), before he’s moving to help hoist her up. “What’d you find?” He asks, unsure what part of the wild she was planning to collect, and also what she planned to do with it.
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
