#Thread:John

[theonevarus]

I Really Hate Time Travel || @lcrdjohn​

Head swimming, Varus stepped out of the stone circle that he had just tried to leave. He was used to his aim being off, but he’d never made a door only to step through to the same place. There was a familiar scent on the breeze, amongst the grass and heather he could smell time and its rush backward. “Fuck.” It had been a long time since he’d done it, but he knew time travel when in happened. He woudn’t risk the journey back, not yet.

The Magician heaved a sigh and lowered himself to sit at the base of the hill. He pulled his flask from his pocket and took large sip and muttered to himself. “No doubt someone will be along soon. Someone always is.”