[se] mama told me not to go

so is there any treason in the tricky little price I pay?

i can't open up to you

She’s quiet while he explains, and he knows none of it makes sense – but there’s a part of it that does to him, however confusing it might be for someone else. At the end of the day it was between him and Phoebe why they’d done it, between the two of them whether they wanted to end it or keep trying, even if it had only been a week since the wedding anyway. Hardly a honeymoon phase of sorts, aside from the bed Frey had created.

But when she snickers at the mention of the ring, his gaze lifts back to her as he pauses the basic form of the basket that he’s weaved, a quieter chuckle leaving him at that. “It won’t do that.” He informs her, watching her briefly and wondering if he should tell her. He pauses before continuing, deciding at the end of the day that it didn’t matter – the people that had been at the wedding had seen Frey lick the inside of the rings after all.

Surely they’d have some sort of idea.

“It, uh, gives certain feelings if you mess with it.” He offers, returning to work on the basket, effectively keeping the ring stationary to not slip around his finger just on the off chance he might return home to some sort of surprise. Likewise, Phoebe hadn’t attempted it either while he was away. Yet, anyway.

me and my friends are lonely

i always figured i'd be the one to die alone

SUNJATA