VARUS
say a prayer, but let the good times roll
in case god doesn't show
in case god doesn't show
Varus watches her from where she’s settled on his lap, hand slipping to rake through her hair. And when it comes to the upgrade just enacted, the Ascended can’t help but grin at the sight of it, both hands moving to dance along the diamond shielding. “You look radiant. Like you’re coated in diamonds.” He breathes, leaning forward and pressing against her a bit more as if he’s getting a good look.
His nose wrinkles as she leans in and places a kiss to the tip of his nose, his bright blues closing as she does so. He tilts up, pressing his own kiss to her chin and jawline, before humming his quiet agreement. “A party sounds great. Make sure I’m there this time to be a part of it and not buried under some hedge in Queen’s Gambit, would you?” A smirk is sent her way as he pulls back.
His nose wrinkles as she leans in and places a kiss to the tip of his nose, his bright blues closing as she does so. He tilts up, pressing his own kiss to her chin and jawline, before humming his quiet agreement. “A party sounds great. Make sure I’m there this time to be a part of it and not buried under some hedge in Queen’s Gambit, would you?” A smirk is sent her way as he pulls back.
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
