Malakai Chmelyk // 'Volos' (volos) wrote in utr_logs,
He noticed, with a seasoned eye, the way Rurik never exposed more skin that absolutely necessary, and the thought sobered him enough to sit back. "What is there to battle? This is my nature, Rurik," He waved a hand around the apartment- the fire, the bloodstains, the stench "We've both been denying it much too long, and this is what happens,"