Blue tips her head up as he steps toward her, squaring her shoulders, raising herself as tall as she can manage at just over 5 feet in Docs. The rain is incessant, lightning crackling ozone-fresh in the air, beating muted melodies out of the guitar strings, her hair drizzling it straight down onto her face and curling wetly.
She's all ready to shout back, but his yell stuns her into silence, and only gets worse as she tries desperately to make sense of what he's saying and then does. "Ronan -- stop --" she tries to interrupt. It feels like someone's clawed into her stomach; it's horrifying, what he's saying. She's horrified. For him, but then, abruptly, for Adam; angry even. These stupid, stupid boys.
"Stop," she repeats, as his voice turns cold and mean and intent. "Ronan Lynch, you idiot," she yells, covered in the leaves that his anger has shaken free.
"First off," she snaps, stepping up to lean up face to face, "he is entirely capable of liking guys and liking me, but this is not about bisexuality. And no, I didn't question him liking you, because I have seen him more than tolerate you, at home and here. You weren't there for all of it, and maybe you're too busy with hating yourself, but you obviously haven't been here for all of it either.
"You think this forest gives a shit about any of us enough to give you some sort of love slave in the form of Adam? And if it did that it would think you wanted that? God --" Blue scrubs at her face. "Get over yourself," she says, and it's meant to be angry, but it's just upset. "Stop being a shithead for two minutes and open your eyes. If you give a single shit about Adam and what his life could be, then don't be another person in his life telling him what choices he gets to make. He cares about you, he's --" She can't even breathe; she just thinks about Adam looking totally wrecked on her couch while they talked, talking about wanting to sleep forever. "You're telling him that -- that -- not only that he can't, but that you don't even believe him. That you know how he thinks better than he does. That it's so unbelievable you'd rather fuck someone he hates than trust him."
She's staring at him, eyes alight. "You wanted to convince someone you weren't the person they thought you were, you've convinced me. But if you won't believe you deserve to be liked, at least believe he deserves better than that."
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She's all ready to shout back, but his yell stuns her into silence, and only gets worse as she tries desperately to make sense of what he's saying and then does. "Ronan -- stop --" she tries to interrupt. It feels like someone's clawed into her stomach; it's horrifying, what he's saying. She's horrified. For him, but then, abruptly, for Adam; angry even. These stupid, stupid boys.
"Stop," she repeats, as his voice turns cold and mean and intent. "Ronan Lynch, you idiot," she yells, covered in the leaves that his anger has shaken free.
"First off," she snaps, stepping up to lean up face to face, "he is entirely capable of liking guys and liking me, but this is not about bisexuality. And no, I didn't question him liking you, because I have seen him more than tolerate you, at home and here. You weren't there for all of it, and maybe you're too busy with hating yourself, but you obviously haven't been here for all of it either.
"You think this forest gives a shit about any of us enough to give you some sort of love slave in the form of Adam? And if it did that it would think you wanted that? God --" Blue scrubs at her face. "Get over yourself," she says, and it's meant to be angry, but it's just upset. "Stop being a shithead for two minutes and open your eyes. If you give a single shit about Adam and what his life could be, then don't be another person in his life telling him what choices he gets to make. He cares about you, he's --" She can't even breathe; she just thinks about Adam looking totally wrecked on her couch while they talked, talking about wanting to sleep forever. "You're telling him that -- that -- not only that he can't, but that you don't even believe him. That you know how he thinks better than he does. That it's so unbelievable you'd rather fuck someone he hates than trust him."
She's staring at him, eyes alight. "You wanted to convince someone you weren't the person they thought you were, you've convinced me. But if you won't believe you deserve to be liked, at least believe he deserves better than that."