[No matter how confident he came across as, he knew he was still a shit show. Especially away from ley lines. There was just as good a chance that he would fuck this up as there was that he'd get it right.
There was something about Kavinsky saying he'd watch that- Ronan had literally asked him and yet- he didn't pursue that thought. Instead, he pulled the sleep mask out at the same time he saw the green pill.]
Oh.
[Of course, he should have expected Kavinsky to be prepared. This still felt like betrayal, somehow. Even if he remembered Bryde telling him he shouldn't eat dreams. He'd taken Kavinsky's pills for so long after he'd been gone, like he was clinging to his memory.
He stared for a moment too long, not at the pill, exactly, but Kavinsky's hand, the lines of his fingers, the shape of his knuckles. Then he averted his gaze, looking down at the mask.]
I've got this.
[He sat on the floor, leaning against the side of the opened crate. The sheepdog took it as an invitation and immediately climbed into his lap. He petted it for a moment before looking up.]
There's- [a lot we need to talk about.] Fuck. I'll see you in a minute.
[He slipped on the mask. Within moments, he was asleep. The sheepdog settled happily on his lap, even though it wasn't being petted anymore. The minutes crawled by and then all at once, Ronan was awake again. At one side of him were shears but at his other side was a scattering of book pages with a single word repeated on every page, front and back--tamquam.]
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There was something about Kavinsky saying he'd watch that- Ronan had literally asked him and yet- he didn't pursue that thought. Instead, he pulled the sleep mask out at the same time he saw the green pill.]
Oh.
[Of course, he should have expected Kavinsky to be prepared. This still felt like betrayal, somehow. Even if he remembered Bryde telling him he shouldn't eat dreams. He'd taken Kavinsky's pills for so long after he'd been gone, like he was clinging to his memory.
He stared for a moment too long, not at the pill, exactly, but Kavinsky's hand, the lines of his fingers, the shape of his knuckles. Then he averted his gaze, looking down at the mask.]
I've got this.
[He sat on the floor, leaning against the side of the opened crate. The sheepdog took it as an invitation and immediately climbed into his lap. He petted it for a moment before looking up.]
There's- [a lot we need to talk about.] Fuck. I'll see you in a minute.
[He slipped on the mask. Within moments, he was asleep. The sheepdog settled happily on his lap, even though it wasn't being petted anymore. The minutes crawled by and then all at once, Ronan was awake again. At one side of him were shears but at his other side was a scattering of book pages with a single word repeated on every page, front and back--tamquam.]