Ronan was lounging around on his bed, an open book in-hand, but his attention wasn't on it. Instead, he kept getting distracted by other thoughts: thoughts of Karla, and Valentine, and Emma; of recent... encounters, and of friends long off the island.

He was distracted, yes, and distractable, although his door was closed.

[Expecting one in ( Read more... )

It had been a fairly quiet week; Ronan hadn't done a whole lot over the weekend other than graduation itself -- and that one battle with the weird decoration tiger thing -- and had spent most of the week in quiet reflection.

Or, y'know, killing Skrulls, but that was almost relaxation ( Read more... )

It was a quiet morning, after an eventful night.

Quiet, of course, because Ronan and Tony were still asleep. This, unfortunately, wouldn't last long.

[Door closed, post open, especially for anyone of the Nolan kidlet variety!]

Ronan was going through his closet, trying to determine if he had anything appropriate for prom, or if he'd have to make up some new clothes. (He still loved that clothes-creation routine Dairine had shown him.)

His door was open, so anyone going by could see the giant, messy pile of clothes that had built up on the bed. Ronan hadn't yet found ( Read more... )

There were candles burning softly, and a dessert left to chill. Ronan, meanwhile, was setting up a small, low table he'd acquired recently, with cushions on which to sit ( Read more... )

Ronan smiled softly, still half asleep, as he snuggled closer to the person sharing his bed. He did rather like waking up with someone else there; it was something he'd not had the chance to enjoy as much of late.

"Morning," he murmured, against her hair.

[For the bedmate!]

With a clap of displaced air, Ronan and Hoshi appeared in his room. "So," he said. "Welcome to my humble abode."

[For the modded-with-permission companion. ETA: And yeah, it's going NWS-ish in the comments.]

It had been a good day; nothing too exciting, really, although class had been interesting, and flirting with Tony was always fun. So, yes, a good day, and Ronan was enjoying the last of it right by his window, open to the cold air as he smoked. It was getting to be far too much of a habit for him, he told himself, but he wasn't exactly doing ( Read more... )

The call about his underwear was unexpected, since Ronan couldn't recall any particular discussions of it lately. Still, he couldn't help but be... a little inappropriate in his reply.

There was a confusing message about someone need something and looking for a note, which got an even more confused reply, and some freak who thought that stabbing ( Read more... )

There were very few things that threw Ronan for a loop quite like this; invariably, the response, when urgency (or, more properly, lack thereof) permitted, was the same ( Read more... )