you've long seen your downfall, spelled out in another's bones
"I suppose we can be quite scary when the situation calls for it," Ronin murmurs, as if that isn't the biggest fucking understatement of the year. Straightening up with the rest of the berries, he swallows again and glances between the shrine and the jungle, then back to the shrine. It's very innocuous for Frey/Rae he thinks; there's no nudity (well, not strictly true, but that comes in the forms of statuettes and other offerings), and he nods heavily, as if through water.
"Yeah, I suppose we'll just leave them and head away home," he says, stepping forward and placing down the berries with very little pomp at all, as if wanting them out of his (considerably sweaty) hands as soon as possible. Wiping said hands against his pants, it's with dusky cheeks that he glances to his husband again, offering a tentative smile. "The jungle suits you," he mumbles, flushing more deeply.
"Yeah, I suppose we'll just leave them and head away home," he says, stepping forward and placing down the berries with very little pomp at all, as if wanting them out of his (considerably sweaty) hands as soon as possible. Wiping said hands against his pants, it's with dusky cheeks that he glances to his husband again, offering a tentative smile. "The jungle suits you," he mumbles, flushing more deeply.
RONIN
