VARUS
say a prayer, but let the good times roll
in case god doesn't show
in case god doesn't show
It’s just another one of those things at the end of the day. War is coming. War has been coming. And despite the fact it breathes down their neck, one has to make time for the smaller things. The memories that will certainly pull them through when they’re covered in mud and blood and the sorrows of what’s befallen them. So it’s here that he sits, equally cross legged where Isla’s directed him, gaze closed and head unknowingly tilting into the hands that rake and braid his long hair.
“That’s my secret power move. I stun my opponents with my beauty.” He rumbles with a hum of a laugh, trying to remain still even as he goes to pour another glass of wine for Isla as well as himself, careful to not spill any of the liquid. “Do ya think it’ll work?”
“That’s my secret power move. I stun my opponents with my beauty.” He rumbles with a hum of a laugh, trying to remain still even as he goes to pour another glass of wine for Isla as well as himself, careful to not spill any of the liquid. “Do ya think it’ll work?”
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
