The Parking Lot | Friday Afternoon

[thegreywaren]

Sleepless nights were a familiar friend for Ronan Lynch. He had them often enough, had seen the sun set and rise more times than he could count. It didn't make him philosophical or provide him with any huge epiphanies. Instead, they were just things that told him time had passed, that one day was turning into another

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[smilestopscars]

After last time, Ezra had very little interest in dealing with Ronan's shit for a while. But when he pulled into the parking lot and noticed Ronan's car shake... Well, he did have to come over and try and peer in one window.

Hey, maybe he was lucky and like a raccoon or something was tearing it up.

[thegreywaren]

You were such an optimistic fox, weren't you, Ezra?

Unfortunately, there was no raccoon and when he got closer, one of Ronan's arms (the injured one) hit the window, smearing blood against the glass and making it difficult to see past that.

Only the pissiest of raccoon could do that.

[smilestopscars]

What the fuck?

Ezra's skin was suddenly electrified. He had some pretty deep-seated battle reflexes, and a bloody arm was just the thing to get his heightened senses going.

He tried the door handle.

[thegreywaren]

Was the door open? Yes, the door was open, lucky for him. Even now, Ronan would be pissed if someone broke his window. He wasn't thinking about it but later?

Yeah, he'd be mad.

When the door opened, Ronan's body unfolded from it's scrunched position, arms stretching out and body tensing in sleep. There was still something going on in his dreamscape, something violent and dark.