[ Hell hath no fury like a redneck scorned. It's not that Ronan fears the mean cut of his boyfriend, now and then, so much as he's come to accept certain worldly inevitabilities: roses are red, violets come blue. Adam might fit the poster boy image of a serial killer wholesomely intent of ridding the world of every last nuisance, when he dons his college interview suits and his steel look, but he's soft and cuddly inside.
Deep down. Somewhere. In depths unseen, but suspected.
He gives his order, and who's Ronan to ignore it? With a careful nod, he waits for the ravens to righteously assemble, before one wrist bend unleashes true menace by way of a hungering water jet. To his credit, he didn't dream his flock stupid: they disperse before there's casualty, and maybe (just maybe) Ronan takes personal pride in the last protesting caw, before he elbows Adam like every dutiful accomplice and nods ahead: ]
Adam Ravenslayer. Come on. It's got a ring to it.
[ But the enemy hasn't been completely driven back, and there's no time like the present to be proactive. ]
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Deep down. Somewhere. In depths unseen, but suspected.
He gives his order, and who's Ronan to ignore it? With a careful nod, he waits for the ravens to righteously assemble, before one wrist bend unleashes true menace by way of a hungering water jet. To his credit, he didn't dream his flock stupid: they disperse before there's casualty, and maybe (just maybe) Ronan takes personal pride in the last protesting caw, before he elbows Adam like every dutiful accomplice and nods ahead: ]
Adam Ravenslayer. Come on. It's got a ring to it.
[ But the enemy hasn't been completely driven back, and there's no time like the present to be proactive. ]
Want to do the rounds, Parrish?
[ Kick'em while they're down. ]