Blue nearly ignites, Ronan can see it. She whirls on him, eyes blazing and Ronan is ready, is eager take and absorb every bit of absolute truth she wants to throw at him. It won't be as satisfying as a physical punch, won't give him the same dangerous rush, but it'll be close enough. After weeks and weeks of keeping it all inside, the insistent hum of energy under his skin needs somewhere to go.
But just as Ronan's preparing himself for onslaught, shoulders hunched and teeth bared, Blue backs down, dropping to sit against the tree, nestled between the roots, sitting atop a grassy throne.
"What about me?" he shoots back, unmoored now, unsteady. "This isn't about me, remember?
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Date: 2015-12-09 09:32 pm (UTC)But just as Ronan's preparing himself for onslaught, shoulders hunched and teeth bared, Blue backs down, dropping to sit against the tree, nestled between the roots, sitting atop a grassy throne.
"What about me?" he shoots back, unmoored now, unsteady. "This isn't about me, remember?