The moment the other Ronan shoves a lit cigarette against Ronan's hand, Noah snaps. This isn't a fight. This isn't yelling and slurs and punches, there's something about the cigarette, burning Ronan that sets Noah off. He turns without turning, he's just suddenly in front of the other Ronan, the air around them dropping a few dozen temperatures until it feels like the middle of winter instead of the end of summer. His body grows larger, stretches the way a body shouldn't so that he can tower over the other Ronan, his skin transparent to show the dark and the wispy essence of whatever he is underneath it all. His skull, bashed and shadowed, shows through the facade that is his face, but the stone-cold dead glare is unmistakable.
He grabs both of the other Ronan's hands, locking his own ice cold fingers around them, crushing the extinguishing the cigarette and holding him there.
"Get out of here," he says, his voice like gravel, low and menacing and just for the other Ronan. "Get out, before I posses you. Before I turn you into a vegetable."
He lets go of the other Ronan's hands, but remains in front of him, a wall between each Lynch.
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Date: 2016-09-29 09:00 pm (UTC)He grabs both of the other Ronan's hands, locking his own ice cold fingers around them, crushing the extinguishing the cigarette and holding him there.
"Get out of here," he says, his voice like gravel, low and menacing and just for the other Ronan. "Get out, before I posses you. Before I turn you into a vegetable."
He lets go of the other Ronan's hands, but remains in front of him, a wall between each Lynch.