It shouldn't take him long. Years of not really knowing what he's doing followed by months and months of practice and Ronan knows now. How to get in and get out. He's getting better at recognizing his own voice in his dream too, distinguishing it from the one outside, the one ordering things Ronan has no interest in creating. Things non-magical and deadly.
That voice whispers now, as always, and Ronan ignores it, slipping into Cabeswater to find what he needs.
It shouldn't take him long and it doesn't. Just like every other time, when he awakens, he can't move for a moment, staring up at the beautifully sharp lines of Adam's jaw, noting the hint of worry in his brow. He smiles softly, as close to reassurance as he can manage.
There's a handful of multi-colored pebbles on Ronan's stomach, no bigger than M&Ms and, when he can move again, Ronan glances down. "Ta-da," he says before tipping his head back with a brighter smile.
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Date: 2016-07-10 04:52 pm (UTC)That voice whispers now, as always, and Ronan ignores it, slipping into Cabeswater to find what he needs.
It shouldn't take him long and it doesn't. Just like every other time, when he awakens, he can't move for a moment, staring up at the beautifully sharp lines of Adam's jaw, noting the hint of worry in his brow. He smiles softly, as close to reassurance as he can manage.
There's a handful of multi-colored pebbles on Ronan's stomach, no bigger than M&Ms and, when he can move again, Ronan glances down. "Ta-da," he says before tipping his head back with a brighter smile.