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Oct. 23rd, 2014 04:35 pmThe tiny office might have been claustrophobic to some people, but Ronan loved it. More than any other spot in this place this office reminded him of his father. It still smelled like Niall, some combination of the barn itself, Irish whiskey and something magic that Ronan hadn't ever been able to name. Now he knew that that something extra was Cabeswater. Chainsaw hated this room, but she loved Ronan so he'd opened the window so she could sit on the sill and not be in the room, but close to him.
They'd arrived at the barns a couple of hours ago after it was already late, or perhaps it was early by now. Ronan was still simmering from his conversation with Declan the day before and he'd grabbed a couple of beers as soon as they'd arrived. While Adam was still sipping on the one Guinness that he'd accepted, Ronan had moved onto the bottle of whiskey that his father had kept in the desk drawer.
In Adam's hands, was the notebook that Ronan was keeping. It contained everything he'd figured out about dreaming so far. The pages were dog-earred and there were doodles in the margins, pieces of Ronan's dreams. Some of the pages had been chewed and mutilated by Chainsaw. It contained notes about what Ronan had asked for, when he'd asked for it, how the request had worked out and whether he was drinking when he dreamed or not. There were also notes about the nightmares he had and proof that he did pay attention, because there were notes about Adam and any changes in his behavior that might correlate to Ronan's dreaming.
Ronan took a sip of whiskey, watching Adam from beneath heavy lidded eyes. He wasn't drunk, but he wasn't sober either. He was relaxed, the truest Ronan he could be at this moment. The Barns made him comfortable anyway, easing him into a familiarity that he didn't feel anywhere else. The liquor just eased him into that relaxation and familiarity even further.
"I figured keeping track of things like that could help you...you with Cabeswater, I mean."
His words were softer around the edges, muted by liquor and the one place in the real world that Ronan loved more than anything, a place he was sharing with Adam.
They'd arrived at the barns a couple of hours ago after it was already late, or perhaps it was early by now. Ronan was still simmering from his conversation with Declan the day before and he'd grabbed a couple of beers as soon as they'd arrived. While Adam was still sipping on the one Guinness that he'd accepted, Ronan had moved onto the bottle of whiskey that his father had kept in the desk drawer.
In Adam's hands, was the notebook that Ronan was keeping. It contained everything he'd figured out about dreaming so far. The pages were dog-earred and there were doodles in the margins, pieces of Ronan's dreams. Some of the pages had been chewed and mutilated by Chainsaw. It contained notes about what Ronan had asked for, when he'd asked for it, how the request had worked out and whether he was drinking when he dreamed or not. There were also notes about the nightmares he had and proof that he did pay attention, because there were notes about Adam and any changes in his behavior that might correlate to Ronan's dreaming.
Ronan took a sip of whiskey, watching Adam from beneath heavy lidded eyes. He wasn't drunk, but he wasn't sober either. He was relaxed, the truest Ronan he could be at this moment. The Barns made him comfortable anyway, easing him into a familiarity that he didn't feel anywhere else. The liquor just eased him into that relaxation and familiarity even further.
"I figured keeping track of things like that could help you...you with Cabeswater, I mean."
His words were softer around the edges, muted by liquor and the one place in the real world that Ronan loved more than anything, a place he was sharing with Adam.