@saor_illust school
(Okay then. I should be able to get a reply up soon.)
(Okay then. I should be able to get a reply up soon.)
"Alright, my car is outside. Let's go then," Ronan slowly walked towards the stairwell, keeping one eye on Adrian.
Adrian took a deep breath, and followed him slowly. Panic clawed at his insides.
Once they descended the stairwell, Ronan led him to his car, getting in and opened the passenger door for Adrian.
Adrian froze for a moment, then got in. He buckled, hands shaking.
Ronan drove to his house, which wasn't a long drive, and slowed to the car to a stop. It wasn't a big house, but it wasn't small. There were two windows in the front, and a dark-stained wooden door. There wasn't much of a front yard, and he got out, unlocking the door. "What do you want?" he asked, looking at Adrian.
Adrian looked at him, fidgeting a little. "I-I…I don't know…" He replied slowly. He was scared, and it was obvious in the way he moved and spoke.
"Does eggs sound good?" Ronan asked, turning to look at Adrian. Softening his tone, "You're safe here, okay? You're safe with me."
Adrian shrugged, tucking his arms around himself. "Okay…" He said slowly.
Ronan quickly made up some eggs for both of them and served them up on a small table for two. Sitting down, he invited Adrian to sit. "Come, have a seat."
Adrian sat down, chewing on his lower lip uncomfortably. His shoulders were pulled in, high, and tight, as if he was trying to make himself look as small as possible.
He noticed this, and lowered his head to look Adrian in the eyes. "What's wrong?" he asked gently.
He shook his head quickly. "N-nothing, sorry…"
"No, it's fine. Talk to me, what's bothering you?" Ronan inquired.
He shook his head again, curling up on the seat with his knees pulled to his chest. "Nothing…"
"Please, what's going on?" he leaned in closer.
He flinched back, hands coming up in an automatic defensive maneuver. "Please don't come close." He said softly.
"I apologize," Ronan said, moving away. "You've been abused," he stated, taking note of his sudden reaction.
Adrian looked down at the floor and gave a small shrug. "So?" His voice was quiet.
"I'm sorry, but I hope you'll understand that I don't mean any harm. If it helps, I can put it into writing," Ronan took a bite of his eggs.
(also this is random but AH THE RECENT EPISODES OF FREAKING ROMANCE ARE KILLING ME HOLY FUCK)
Adrian shook his head a little, but didn't say anything as he cautiously tried some of the eggs.
(I KNOW. GAAAAH I REALLY WANT TO MURDER THE DAD RIGHT NOW.)
"How are they?" he asked, as he picked up another piece of eggs.
(agh SAME HERE. HE'S SUCH A FUCKING ASSHOLE)
"Fine…thank you." Adrian replied quietly, taking another small bite.
(I KNOWWWWW)
"You're welcome," Ronan replied. "Anytime."
(GAHHHHHH. I WANT ZELAN TO FUCKING TELL HIM OFF SO BADLY)
Adrian swallowed, and nodded a little, adjusting his mask. I don't know what to do I don't know what to do…
(YEAH. I WANT TO TORTURE THE DAD UNTIL HE GIVES IN, AND THEN MURDER HIM MYSELF)
He ate his eggs in silence, keeping an eye on Adrian.
(YES. ZELAN SHOULD EXPLODE. THAT'S ALL I WANT)
Adrian ate a little more, then stopped, biting his lip a little. He closed his eyes, tucking his chin in his collar.
(YES. SOMEONE NEEDS TO STAND UP FOR ZYLITH BC SHE WON'T DO IT)
"How are you?" he asked quietly.
(YES)
He shrugged, not opening his eyes. "I am functioning within normal parameters." He replied.
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