VARUS
say a prayer, but let the good times roll
in case god doesn't show
in case god doesn't show
Call him distracted, but it’s easy to do when one can see the steaming cocoa and the variety of mugs and the literal piles of marshmallows. He pulls back into the moment Wessex speaks, though, as Isla responds and he casts his oceanic gaze over his fellow Ascended with a bright grin. “Pretty sure I miss it all the time. Bacon? Fuck.” He huffs a laugh, before he absolutely zeroes in on the spiked cocoa.
To this he waggles a brow, a smirk crossing his face. “Oh, absolutely. Sign me up for that.” He luckily doesn’t spill the mug with the nudge from Isla, but he does nudge her back ever so slightly in response, snorting before he holds it out for Isla to add some to his too. “Nobody owns King’s End. Think I’d like to see them try to kick us out.” As far as he’s concerned, the Wilds were the Wilds and they’d be hard pressed to get them to leave such an open expanse of space when they were so worried about their own.
To this he waggles a brow, a smirk crossing his face. “Oh, absolutely. Sign me up for that.” He luckily doesn’t spill the mug with the nudge from Isla, but he does nudge her back ever so slightly in response, snorting before he holds it out for Isla to add some to his too. “Nobody owns King’s End. Think I’d like to see them try to kick us out.” As far as he’s concerned, the Wilds were the Wilds and they’d be hard pressed to get them to leave such an open expanse of space when they were so worried about their own.
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
