What do I look like, A Priest? A sexy one, Maybe.
Alcohol consumption; self-loathing; drug use
The thing about having one’s own rules was also choosing when and if to break them, which he did, often. It was a lie he’d tell himself and the saps better off not knowing him, to keep them out of reach and outwith the radius of any fallout. Nobody needed to go down with him.

Taking a seat, Ruth’s one eye flickered between Nairn and his swollen wrist. I punched it hard, no magic, but fuck.., offering Dora an explanation of the damage. Then he’d glare at Nairn, He asked me to. So I thought I’d get another in, to try hit home it is stupid. Hence why he’s also bleeding.

Ruth’s head bobbed along with Dora’s words while he turned to finishing his own half-finished job. As the pain eased his eye found Nairn’s, head tilting towards the dwarf, lips curling at the edges. We’ve spilled blood, got her out of a tight spot last time, hence she’s Spiderbait. She’s good Nairn. He’s a shy one, Dora. Took him years to talk to his missus, takes him a while to warm up to anyone. Don’t take it personally, if he just glares, stares, or grunts at you.

Then of course she teased him and he couldn’t have that. His back sliding down the chair to recline, pressing now fixed digits together in a steeple, a wicked grin split his face. Promises, promises, but honestly there’s nothing there, just a black hole. It's a waste of time.


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RE: What do I look like, A Priest? A sexy one, Maybe. - by Ruth Yoesif - 05-05-2024, 05:59 PM