RONIN
kiss your perfect day goodbye
Yes, and about that sacred ground thing, Ronin would also like to know why he isn't currently singing his hallelujahs all the way to kingdom come, but more on that later. "And I won't mention that you've nailed me anywhere," he adds helpfully, raising his eyebrows though he can't see much of the priest with the overcoated fucking angel in the way. "Not that I think you'd be any good at nailing in any capacity." Priests, amirite?
Say, has Ronin mentioned that being pinned down like this is absolutely agonising yet? He might have to let out a little peep of protest if the situation doesn't improve soon. As it is, he resorts to literally smouldering away on the hallowed ground, a soft sheen of sweat on his forehead, his black eyes pinned on the cemetery gates that feel mockingly close by.
Say, has Ronin mentioned that being pinned down like this is absolutely agonising yet? He might have to let out a little peep of protest if the situation doesn't improve soon. As it is, he resorts to literally smouldering away on the hallowed ground, a soft sheen of sweat on his forehead, his black eyes pinned on the cemetery gates that feel mockingly close by.
because the world is on fire
