Room 330 | Wednesday Afternoon
There were eleven voicemails on Ronan's phone.
He couldn't remember the last time he'd actually checked his phone. Fifteen missed calls. Huh. Well, they could keep piling up for all he cared. The fact that he was there, stuck on this stupid island, was their fault. And not his. Never his.
Chainsaw squawked causing Ronan to glance over. Frown. His raven was currently making some sort of nest out of a textbook. He didn't even know which one it was but the pages were ripped and shredded, smeared with dirt and other gross things that Ronan wasn't going to be thinking about.
Are you even alive?
A text from Declan that just happened to come in while he'd been looking at the phone. His dear brother who so loved checking in on him, making sure his reputation was protected. It was a shame that was so far away, that he couldn't do more to freak Declan out.
No.
And then he shut the phone off. Let Declan stew in his suit and tie, let Declan's newest girlfriend pat his shoulder and rub his neck in an attempt to garner his attention.
Ronan was going to lay down on his bed, headphones on, music loud. He thought about sleeping but he knew he'd dream. The lacerations from his nightmare had faded but they'd be back. And if he didn't focus, didn't keep his guard up, he'd drag one of those things into this world.
Then, things would get really bad.
[Open door/post]
He couldn't remember the last time he'd actually checked his phone. Fifteen missed calls. Huh. Well, they could keep piling up for all he cared. The fact that he was there, stuck on this stupid island, was their fault. And not his. Never his.
Chainsaw squawked causing Ronan to glance over. Frown. His raven was currently making some sort of nest out of a textbook. He didn't even know which one it was but the pages were ripped and shredded, smeared with dirt and other gross things that Ronan wasn't going to be thinking about.
Are you even alive?
A text from Declan that just happened to come in while he'd been looking at the phone. His dear brother who so loved checking in on him, making sure his reputation was protected. It was a shame that was so far away, that he couldn't do more to freak Declan out.
No.
And then he shut the phone off. Let Declan stew in his suit and tie, let Declan's newest girlfriend pat his shoulder and rub his neck in an attempt to garner his attention.
Ronan was going to lay down on his bed, headphones on, music loud. He thought about sleeping but he knew he'd dream. The lacerations from his nightmare had faded but they'd be back. And if he didn't focus, didn't keep his guard up, he'd drag one of those things into this world.
Then, things would get really bad.
[Open door/post]