A recurring dream from a fateful night haunts Varian. With a past he couldn't forgive himself for and a future he abandoned, his life in the present is in tatters. But when you're alive, there's hope. The hope comes one day in an unexpected form. The painful past, the meaningless dream and the unexpected way forward force him to make a choice. Stay broken and remain in the sorrow of the past he couldn't change. Or. Pick himself back together and try for one last time, to find the truth about his own dream and its connection to his unforgivable past, all in the hopes of forgiveness of himself, by himself. https://discord.gg/kBKaTtsrpb
"Suck," Varian's voice wasn't forceful. It was a very casual tone like he was talking about having a cup of tea.
Sarah pulled back her hands that were about to grip his rod and raised her head, trying to show him a glare.
Varian smirked at her cute antics and said what she wanted to hear, "Please, my dear wife."
The sweet loving words seeped into her heart. Intoxicated and drunk in the sweet feeling, Sarah felt herself falling deeper.
"Y-You idiot, this is cheating! Saying that out of the blue…" Sarah bit her lip and muttered.
This time, she didn't stop her hands that were reaching for his rod.
At her touch, Varian took a breath. "Your hands are cold and soft, it feels good."
Sarah slapped his thigh lightly and pouted, "Don't make fun of me, I know I'm not good as Sia at this stuff."
Varian bent down and kissed her forehead. "You don't get to judge that, I do. And I'm telling you, you're very cute. No need to be so unconfident."