"I'm not his dad," Ronan argues, lifting the camera again, this time focusing solely on Noah's face, on those clear blue eyes and full lips. That bright smile.
Ronan's no photographer, but the camera is a dream thing and Ronan is a master of dream things.
He laughs when Noah rolls over, his back to Ronan and the kitten shielded between him and the couch. "Since when are you fucking shy?" he asks as he steps to the end of the couch, zooming in this time on Noah's nostril and getting a clear shot.
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Date: 2016-11-16 06:26 pm (UTC)Ronan's no photographer, but the camera is a dream thing and Ronan is a master of dream things.
He laughs when Noah rolls over, his back to Ronan and the kitten shielded between him and the couch. "Since when are you fucking shy?" he asks as he steps to the end of the couch, zooming in this time on Noah's nostril and getting a clear shot.