Ronan watched as Adam left. I like your tattoo. Those words lingered when he eased himself into the bath and scrubbed himself down. No one else had said they liked it. And Declan... his brother still didn't know. That was going to be an eruption. Ronan looked forward to it.
He took his time scrubbing himself down and thinking about Adam, about his homecoming, how everything seemed to have a bitter tinge. His childhood home was ruined by Declan. Adam... he'd was browbeaten. The only bit of magic left was in the barn. The barn, and one other place.
Once he was finished he dried himself off and wrapped the towel around his waist. He didn't say anything when he found dinner waiting, just a short nod, not surprised that Adam had done so. But he only ate half, leaving the other half for Adam to have, since he doubted Adam had been given a decent dinner in a long while.
Dressing in black on black, a tight fitting shirt and pants, Ronan stuck his hands into his pockets. "I'll be going out," he said simply, looking out the window as he spoke. It was night. Not that such things mattered to him.
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He took his time scrubbing himself down and thinking about Adam, about his homecoming, how everything seemed to have a bitter tinge. His childhood home was ruined by Declan. Adam... he'd was browbeaten. The only bit of magic left was in the barn. The barn, and one other place.
Once he was finished he dried himself off and wrapped the towel around his waist. He didn't say anything when he found dinner waiting, just a short nod, not surprised that Adam had done so. But he only ate half, leaving the other half for Adam to have, since he doubted Adam had been given a decent dinner in a long while.
Dressing in black on black, a tight fitting shirt and pants, Ronan stuck his hands into his pockets. "I'll be going out," he said simply, looking out the window as he spoke. It was night. Not that such things mattered to him.