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writetomyheart2015-04-17 11:06 pm
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[team sonic] this isn't everything you are
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Title from Snow Patrol's This isn't everything you are.
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mousapelli. I'm sorry I know nothing ;;
Working was how Ronan liked seeing Adam the most; long legs stretched out along the ground, arms struggling with something concealed under the body of the car he was working on. Adam, immersed in something else, was an Adam who wasn't pretending. Lying by omission.
"What do you want?" Adam's voice, filtered through metal and exhaustion, was strained—Ronan wanted—whatever I want he's not going to let me have. He kicked his foot against a spare wrench instead, listening to the satisfying scrape of metal over concrete, skidding before it collided with a rubber tire with a muffled thud.
Fists connecting with Adams face. When a tree falls in a forest with no one to watch, does it still make a sound?
Fuck yes it does, Ronan thought viciously to himself, I don't care if you pretend that bruise on your cheek is from walking into a cupboard. I'm not stupid. On his shoulder, Chainsaw startled at the noise, dug her claws into his shoulder reproachfully. Ronan didn't wince.
"Is it illegal to come here?" he asked instead of answering the question. If you don't have an answer, start an argument. That was the Ronan way.
"I don't care," Adam said, a hidden sigh in his voice. "Just don't mess things up too much, okay?" The fact that he wasn't jumping to Ronan's bait was either a good thing, or a bad one. As if in agreement, Chainsaw flapped her wings and took off in a flurry of black feathers to swoop once around the garage and land on one of the railings protruding from the wall.
"I'll leave without messing anything up if you come out to say bye," Ronan said. "Wish me luck, Kavinsky's got a nose for me tonight but I'll beat the fucker." He cracked his knuckles, pretended not to hold his breath.
If he touched you. . .
"I don't know why you do those kinds of stupid stunts," Adam said, and there was a thread of anger in his voice now, disguising the worry Ronan knew he was hiding underneath. You're so transparent.
"So stop me," Ronan said. He waited. On the railing, Chainsaw sat silent, one sharp eye staring ahead.
"You know that no matter what I do you'll go anyway," Adam said, and he sounded tired again. "Whatever."
Ronan kicked the tire of the car he was working on in frustration and anger, Adam yelping in surprised complaint. So he hit you.
"You'll never know now," he called over his shoulder as he walked out into the dark, Chainsaw flapping over, a dark shadow, to follow.
"Don't be more stupid than you are already," he heard Adam reply to the mess of metal in his face, dark grease thick and heavy. It was hard to tell whether he was talking to Ronan or himself.
Title from Snow Patrol's This isn't everything you are.
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mousapelli. I'm sorry I know nothing ;; Working was how Ronan liked seeing Adam the most; long legs stretched out along the ground, arms struggling with something concealed under the body of the car he was working on. Adam, immersed in something else, was an Adam who wasn't pretending. Lying by omission.
"What do you want?" Adam's voice, filtered through metal and exhaustion, was strained—Ronan wanted—whatever I want he's not going to let me have. He kicked his foot against a spare wrench instead, listening to the satisfying scrape of metal over concrete, skidding before it collided with a rubber tire with a muffled thud.
Fists connecting with Adams face. When a tree falls in a forest with no one to watch, does it still make a sound?
Fuck yes it does, Ronan thought viciously to himself, I don't care if you pretend that bruise on your cheek is from walking into a cupboard. I'm not stupid. On his shoulder, Chainsaw startled at the noise, dug her claws into his shoulder reproachfully. Ronan didn't wince.
"Is it illegal to come here?" he asked instead of answering the question. If you don't have an answer, start an argument. That was the Ronan way.
"I don't care," Adam said, a hidden sigh in his voice. "Just don't mess things up too much, okay?" The fact that he wasn't jumping to Ronan's bait was either a good thing, or a bad one. As if in agreement, Chainsaw flapped her wings and took off in a flurry of black feathers to swoop once around the garage and land on one of the railings protruding from the wall.
"I'll leave without messing anything up if you come out to say bye," Ronan said. "Wish me luck, Kavinsky's got a nose for me tonight but I'll beat the fucker." He cracked his knuckles, pretended not to hold his breath.
If he touched you. . .
"I don't know why you do those kinds of stupid stunts," Adam said, and there was a thread of anger in his voice now, disguising the worry Ronan knew he was hiding underneath. You're so transparent.
"So stop me," Ronan said. He waited. On the railing, Chainsaw sat silent, one sharp eye staring ahead.
"You know that no matter what I do you'll go anyway," Adam said, and he sounded tired again. "Whatever."
Ronan kicked the tire of the car he was working on in frustration and anger, Adam yelping in surprised complaint. So he hit you.
"You'll never know now," he called over his shoulder as he walked out into the dark, Chainsaw flapping over, a dark shadow, to follow.
"Don't be more stupid than you are already," he heard Adam reply to the mess of metal in his face, dark grease thick and heavy. It was hard to tell whether he was talking to Ronan or himself.