[kavinsky's eyes flicker a little, but that might just be firelight. that might be nothing at all. the heat intensifies. ninety degrees of summer.]
I guess fairies beg real different in Ireland.
[the corner of his mouth curls upward. he sits down, a backward drop of a couple of inches, maybe. he spreads his hands generously. he takes back some of his fire, the roiling flames rolling backward, a gap opening behind ronan's back. three plants blackened and smoking.]
tw suicide
I guess fairies beg real different in Ireland.
[the corner of his mouth curls upward. he sits down, a backward drop of a couple of inches, maybe. he spreads his hands generously. he takes back some of his fire, the roiling flames rolling backward, a gap opening behind ronan's back. three plants blackened and smoking.]
One fucking tear, and I kill myself right here.