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Ruin, the Ten of Swords (
ten_of_swords
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2006-10-09 10:29 am (UTC)
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Out the step, stumbling a little, but laughing.
Nervous in their drunkenness.
The door looms, but Ruin holds her hand tightly, their rings held in his other hand, and walks with determination.
"Love ya, Legs," he breathes just before they reach the chapel.
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Nervous in their drunkenness.
The door looms, but Ruin holds her hand tightly, their rings held in his other hand, and walks with determination.
"Love ya, Legs," he breathes just before they reach the chapel.