[ The trouble (inevitable) with owning so much land is that now and then, Ronan's condemned to walk it — and here's Adam, trailing after him, a grudging but benevolent acolyte, dragging the hose along like an impudent instrument to their crime.
They face off ravens at every turn, smudges and battalions of them, receding before the first nips of water as if they're the devil himself, expelled. Ronan wants to say, You assholes had it coming. Knows they get it, even without the pronouncement.
And then there's Adam, with him, faithful knight in shining armor, waving the hose around like Excalibur, in glory. Ronan concedes him the honor of exterminating their winged threat, neither feather nor beak of them left by the time he's done.
Then, carefully, one arm fastened around his boyfriend's shoulders: ]
it's all good!
They face off ravens at every turn, smudges and battalions of them, receding before the first nips of water as if they're the devil himself, expelled. Ronan wants to say, You assholes had it coming. Knows they get it, even without the pronouncement.
And then there's Adam, with him, faithful knight in shining armor, waving the hose around like Excalibur, in glory. Ronan concedes him the honor of exterminating their winged threat, neither feather nor beak of them left by the time he's done.
Then, carefully, one arm fastened around his boyfriend's shoulders: ]
You're my hero, Parrish.