[ The words cut Ronan's breath short. He's been refusing to try and fall asleep, dream anything, in fear of someone attacking him while he was under. But now, by the fire with Declan, he realizes, he could. He could try, at least.
Declan is a lot of things, a lot of fucked up things and fucked up memories and fucked up lies, but he wouldn't let anyone touch Ronan while he slept. Still, Ronan is reluctant, feeling raw and exposed by the mere idea. But they need to eat. He needs some rest.
He nods, sharp and fast. ]
Okay.
[ He lies down on the soft grass, looking up at Declan, the fire looking like it's engulfing Declan from this angle. ]
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Declan is a lot of things, a lot of fucked up things and fucked up memories and fucked up lies, but he wouldn't let anyone touch Ronan while he slept. Still, Ronan is reluctant, feeling raw and exposed by the mere idea. But they need to eat. He needs some rest.
He nods, sharp and fast. ]
Okay.
[ He lies down on the soft grass, looking up at Declan, the fire looking like it's engulfing Declan from this angle. ]
Wake me up when you want to get some rest.