"Because he nearly shot Chainsaw out of the sky," Ronan snaps. "And, no, I don't give a fuck if it was an accident. So yeah, I punched him just like I'd do to anyone else stupid enough to hurt her. And then I walked away and he came after me. So if you want to go on thinking that your fucking boyfriend is a perfect gem who can do no wrong, if you want to believe him over someone who's been you friend for fucking years, then-- then that's your own goddamn choice."
The rope is nearly a ball now, a tightly knit web of knots. Ronan digs his fingers into it as he gets to his feet. "I don't want your fucking truce," he says, and the trees shake around them, leaves dropping to the forest floor. I want the friend who takes my side over some asshole he's just met, he doesn't say, keeping his mouth firmly shut before turning away to growl. "Just leave me the fuck alone."
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Date: 2015-10-12 11:34 pm (UTC)The rope is nearly a ball now, a tightly knit web of knots. Ronan digs his fingers into it as he gets to his feet. "I don't want your fucking truce," he says, and the trees shake around them, leaves dropping to the forest floor. I want the friend who takes my side over some asshole he's just met, he doesn't say, keeping his mouth firmly shut before turning away to growl. "Just leave me the fuck alone."