Jesus fucking Christ. [ Ronan spits out the words like venom, anger rising up in him like a tidal wave as he hears, then sees his little brother jogging up to him. He looks - well, not too bad or injured, which is good, but he's here, which may not be. At least, somewhere where Ronan can keep an eye on him.
And he's still kicking and moving and being so utterly Matthew, which means that Ronan's magic must still work, even here. The thought is relief, and also terrifying; what if something happened, to either of them? Stomach knotted tight, Ronan brushes sand off of his shirt before meeting Matthew halfway, his large hand wrapping around the back of his brother's neck, forcing him to look up and let Ronan check him for any other injuries than on his leg and cheek. ]
Are you okay? How the hell did you end up here?
[ Ronan had gone through a tear in Cabeswater, but Matthew hadn't been with him. He was supposed to be in DC, with Declan. Was Declan here, too? Fuck. ]
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And he's still kicking and moving and being so utterly Matthew, which means that Ronan's magic must still work, even here. The thought is relief, and also terrifying; what if something happened, to either of them? Stomach knotted tight, Ronan brushes sand off of his shirt before meeting Matthew halfway, his large hand wrapping around the back of his brother's neck, forcing him to look up and let Ronan check him for any other injuries than on his leg and cheek. ]
Are you okay? How the hell did you end up here?
[ Ronan had gone through a tear in Cabeswater, but Matthew hadn't been with him. He was supposed to be in DC, with Declan. Was Declan here, too? Fuck. ]
Haven't seen him.