[ rituals and traditions are upheld for a reason; there is a magic in them, a binding essence that goes deeper and farther than simple magic or basic spells. something that fuses together souls and being. Ros knows now that there is no removing this bond between them, not easily at least, because the ritual has been done and Kai has accepted it. and, now that he knows what to look for in his own being, he can sense the trickle of change in himself; the lick of sea wind and the hum of the ocean in his bones. it means that on some level, subconscious or not, Ros also accepted it. no matter how much trouble it was going to cause the parties involved.

there is another sigh and Ros gives Kai a small smile.]

Sorry, bet you never thought you'd get stuck with a hell hound, huh?

[ who would want to? Kai seems so-- so nice. sure, selkies can be cruel and violent creatures as well, but there was an air to him that implied he was usually at least a kind being. so very unlike Ros.

ah yeah, the ring. Ros blinks at it, automatically reaching out to pick the ring box and eye the band inside. it was-- well it looked fragile and beautiful.] You want-- I mean, you're sure you want to? I really don't think I am husband material, I am sure if you asked Don he could break this...

[ wait, no. this--]

Not that I want to! I am just-- saying. I'm not, well you remember what I'm like. I'm still bound to the underworld, that will always be my number one. [ he thinks, he doesn't know. this between them might change that. might shift that focus and possessiveness onto the selkie and wouldn't that be one fucking disaster after another. he was ruthless when he needed to be.] I like-- I like the ring though.