and all their words for glory, well they always sounded empty
“That’s called practice.” He murmurs – he wasn’t good at this when he started, and when he returned he was also quite unused to it. Rusty. It had taken him months to get used to it, to get back into it. But it had gotten him better, he’d practiced, fell into old habits and new ones, and everything started to fall back into place.
A grin splits his face when Amun’s arms come up and block him, grabbing onto it a second later and Varus twists slightly, trying to use his body to throw Amun off balance. “Good, good.” He rumbles, giving his arm a tug to try and throw Amun off his feet, unable to keep the proud little grin from his face.
A grin splits his face when Amun’s arms come up and block him, grabbing onto it a second later and Varus twists slightly, trying to use his body to throw Amun off balance. “Good, good.” He rumbles, giving his arm a tug to try and throw Amun off his feet, unable to keep the proud little grin from his face.
VARUS
