Ronan was already a distance away. He didn't actually care what it mattered because Ronan was indebted to no one, and least of all this little shitbag. Many words had been hurled at him as he stalked away, but none like this. It was something he hadn't heard since the last time his mother was awake. They were not words to be cast like stones -- not words meant for his ears, now and forever.
He whirled around and he laughed. It was a high, manic sound, from a deep place where mirth usually lived. That was a reserve that had dried up long ago, and the death of Niall Lynch had filled the empty space with something much darker. Something terrible. There were only two things he cared about in the entire shitty world and one was perching herself on his shoulder. She emitted a high-pitched, cruel, rolling sound, like they were sharing this laugh at Noah's expense.
Ronan lunged himself forward, displacing Chainsaw but she didn't seem to mind, she swooped about them and continued her cackling caws. He seized Noah by the shirt sneering in his face.
"Fuck off, faggot." And he let him go, shoving him back firmly. Chainsaw replaced herself on his shoulder. She was suddenly, eerily silent.
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He whirled around and he laughed. It was a high, manic sound, from a deep place where mirth usually lived. That was a reserve that had dried up long ago, and the death of Niall Lynch had filled the empty space with something much darker. Something terrible. There were only two things he cared about in the entire shitty world and one was perching herself on his shoulder. She emitted a high-pitched, cruel, rolling sound, like they were sharing this laugh at Noah's expense.
Ronan lunged himself forward, displacing Chainsaw but she didn't seem to mind, she swooped about them and continued her cackling caws. He seized Noah by the shirt sneering in his face.
"Fuck off, faggot." And he let him go, shoving him back firmly. Chainsaw replaced herself on his shoulder. She was suddenly, eerily silent.