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[iwasmore]

Noah's walking through Petros Park on his way back to Hywel, taking his time to enjoy the cool weather, when he hears a familiar caw. There aren't exactly many ravens in Darrow, and so Chainsaw's sounds always stand out. Noah squints up at the sky, bringing a hand up to shield his eyes from the sun, and smiles when he sees her.

"Hi!" he calls to Chainsaw, but she only circles above his head, squawking Ronan's name. Frowning a little, Noah looks for him instead, finally noticing his friend coming up the path ahead of him.

"Hey," he says with an uncertain smile, shoving his hands into his pockets, slouching a little. "What's up with her?"

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[iwasmore]

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.

[thedreamthief]

Ronan feels the burn before he knows what's happening, sharp and bright-hot, and he lets out a strangled groan as he yanks his hand back. Noah's suddenly between them then, his back to Ronan and... fuck, huge. Expanding. Close as he is, Ronan can see his skin thinning and bones stretching, can see the decaying corpse beneath the beautiful boy and he stumbles back further.

Noah's voice is ice, entirely directed at the other Ronan, the other him. Above them, both Chainsaws screech wildly, one of them diving straight for Noah before the other swoops in to block her, both birds tumbling away in a mess of beating feathers.

"Noah," Ronan shouts, cradling his burnt hand against his chest. Noah's a ghost and virtually indestructible, but Ronan has no idea what this other fucker is capable of and he's not about to let Noah get in the middle of it.