for Blue / Ronan

[iwasmore]

Noah existed in the grocery store, which didn't make much sense seeing as he couldn't eat. Sometimes he bought food for the ducks, or a surprise snack for Krem, but beyond that the grocery store was a useless place for him to visit. He felt the pull of a friend nearby, and maybe that had brought him there. He started searching the aisles, but got distracted by a display for Oreos - he missed Oreos - and nearly ran, bodily, right into someone. "Sorry!"

Comments

[thedreamthief]

It's not untrue. Hell, some part of Ronan takes pride in the fact that he can piss off just about anyone. But it's still not the fucking point.

"Yeah, and how the fuck would he know that?" Ronan practically growls. "Is he a ghost, too? Does he fucking read minds?"

[iwasmore]

"Please, Ronan. Everyone knows you're in love with Adam!" Noah snaps, throwing his hands up. If the subject came up, it wasn't impossible that Krem had been able to guess.

[thedreamthief]

Ronan's never used that word for Adam, not even in his dreams. He's fascinated by Adam. Cares for him, sure, in the way he cares for Gansey and Noah and Matthew. The way he wants is different. A little. It's manageable. But anything more than that isn't...

"You don't know shit," Ronan sneers, voice low and almost dangerously gentle suddenly. "What is it about this place that suddenly makes everyone gay? Since when do you like dick?"

[iwasmore]

Noah's face goes a little pinkish, more flesh-colored, and the temperature around him lowers. He can feel his short fingernails biting into his palms, his jaw clench.

"You don't know anything about me," he forces out through a suddenly tight throat, more upset than angry.

[thedreamthief]

There's a pinch in Noah's voice, a tightness that makes Ronan's anger flare hot all over again, skin drawing thin. Breakable.

He doesn't fight with Noah, he reminds himself. He doesn't fight with Noah.

"Fuck this," he snarls, leg swinging to kick the nearest bag of groceries, sending a flurry of apples rolling before he's striding away, fingers itching at his sides.

[iwasmore]

Noah flinches again, backing up without moving his legs. His mouth forms a thin, straight line, and his chin trembles. His eyes thin to slits and he takes a shaky breath, glaring at Ronan over scattered groceries.

"Just stay away from me," he says, and disappears.