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[ruinous_fortune]

The door to the bar closes behind them.

Ruin wraps his arms around Miniver's waist as they stand in the living room. It's tasteful -- furniture carefully chosen, colours ideal, and outside the massive, clear windows roars the green-blue ocean.

He nuzzles Miniver's neck, smiling wickedly against his skin, and murmurs, "Welcome home, darling."

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[cheevy]

This is all new to him. For good reason, but he doesn't know that. It should feel like home. And for Miniver, because he thinks it should, it does. He trusts his instincts. The problem is that his instincts are enslaved to his imagination.

He kisses Ruin and slips out of his arms, exploring, fascinated.

"It's beautiful..."

[ruinous_fortune]

"You have good taste," Ruin compliments, leaning against the pale green wall.

Of course, this had been Mary Anne's good taste, but we'll keep that to ourselves.

"One of the many, many things that drew me to you."

[cheevy]

"I did this?" He preens. He DOES have good taste. "It's perfect."

[ruinous_fortune]

He grins, making the expression radiate love and adoration.

"I always thought so." Ruin pushes off the wall and comes up to him, fingers gently touching Miniver's cheek. "It's as perfect as you."