Adam's fingers thread easily with Ronan's and he feels it all the way up his arm, a slow, spreading heat. It makes his skin burn, makes him hold on tighter with a glance over to Noah busy curling under Adam's arm.
"Were they all like that fuckbucket, Whelk?" Ronan asks with no small snarl.
Even saying the name makes Ronan's blood curdle. It shouldn't matter, he knows. Whelk's dead, his corpse buried in an entirely different dimension and Noah is safe with them here.
But he knows better than to trust anything about this place, too. There's no reason to believe anything here will last.
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Date: 2016-05-01 10:19 pm (UTC)"Were they all like that fuckbucket, Whelk?" Ronan asks with no small snarl.
Even saying the name makes Ronan's blood curdle. It shouldn't matter, he knows. Whelk's dead, his corpse buried in an entirely different dimension and Noah is safe with them here.
But he knows better than to trust anything about this place, too. There's no reason to believe anything here will last.