VARUS
say a prayer, but let the good times roll
in case god doesn't show
in case god doesn't show
“Oh I’m pretty sure you had some judgements when you got my arm off.” He teases her, a deep rumbling laugh slipping from his chest at her sweet fanged smile. “Or does smacking me with my own detached arm not count?” His grin turns crooked, a playfulness sparking over him as he eyes her curiously, conceding at she reminds him yet again that she’s a doctor – as if he’s forgotten – his tongue clicking, nodding.
But he’s standing in position to help her lift up, bracing her feet on his metal arm and hoisting her up to peer up at her as she scrapes the snow moss off. “Oh, that’s a good idea.” He murmurs, some small amount of wonder coming across his face briefly. “Wish we had doctors like you when I was just a boy. They used to tell us to just go stand by the Oasis in the middle of Deepfrost.” His nose wrinkles with the memory, shivering and cold - thankful he doesn't have to feel any of that now.
But he’s standing in position to help her lift up, bracing her feet on his metal arm and hoisting her up to peer up at her as she scrapes the snow moss off. “Oh, that’s a good idea.” He murmurs, some small amount of wonder coming across his face briefly. “Wish we had doctors like you when I was just a boy. They used to tell us to just go stand by the Oasis in the middle of Deepfrost.” His nose wrinkles with the memory, shivering and cold - thankful he doesn't have to feel any of that now.
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
