"Don't you ever draw your cards?" Ruin kneels on the bed, hands on her shoulders (shake her), is grip bruising in its strength. "Do you ever see what the hell you do to those around you? You ever think about how the things you do make me feel?"
Because, gods of the multiverse help him, he loved her and to think she loves someone else was far more than he could deal with. Fucking around was fine and dandy, but this didn't feel like simple fucking around.
"Námo. Ramon. Santino." He taps her temple before moving his fingers down to brush at her throat -- where Santino had fed.
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He sighs and shakes his head.
"Don't you ever draw your cards?" Ruin kneels on the bed, hands on her shoulders (shake her), is grip bruising in its strength. "Do you ever see what the hell you do to those around you? You ever think about how the things you do make me feel?"
Because, gods of the multiverse help him, he loved her and to think she loves someone else was far more than he could deal with. Fucking around was fine and dandy, but this didn't feel like simple fucking around.
"Námo. Ramon. Santino." He taps her temple before moving his fingers down to brush at her throat -- where Santino had fed.