[As always, Kavinsky is the match to Ronan's stick of dynamite. Ronan looks at him, lingering a split-second too long and immediately pretending that he didn't, gaze refocusing on the target.
They could be caught. Any minute now, a security team or the police could show up. They've made so much noise already. Ronan has no idea what the consequences would even be in this world. He's pretty sure he's not considered a citizen. From the way the locals talk, it doesn't seem too big a stretch to assume his actions could be labeled as terrorism.
The thought doesn't scare him like it would scare Adam or Gansey. It's exhilarating. He's got butterflies in his stomach the way people do when they fall in love. Fuck it, right? Some people die pointlessly on the driveway of their home. Execution for terrorism is a better way to go. At least he'll see it coming.
Ronan messes with levers and shit until the machine starts creeping in the direction of the ferris wheel. It's so fucking loud, huffing and rattling through the silent night. Ronan swings the crane arm again once the ferris wheel's within reach, and with a BANG the night grows ever louder as a car goes flying off the ride and smacks into the Matterhorn.]
Fuck yes.
[Restrained, under his breath, like he doesn't want Kavinsky to know how much he's enjoying it.]
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They could be caught. Any minute now, a security team or the police could show up. They've made so much noise already. Ronan has no idea what the consequences would even be in this world. He's pretty sure he's not considered a citizen. From the way the locals talk, it doesn't seem too big a stretch to assume his actions could be labeled as terrorism.
The thought doesn't scare him like it would scare Adam or Gansey. It's exhilarating. He's got butterflies in his stomach the way people do when they fall in love. Fuck it, right? Some people die pointlessly on the driveway of their home. Execution for terrorism is a better way to go. At least he'll see it coming.
Ronan messes with levers and shit until the machine starts creeping in the direction of the ferris wheel. It's so fucking loud, huffing and rattling through the silent night. Ronan swings the crane arm again once the ferris wheel's within reach, and with a BANG the night grows ever louder as a car goes flying off the ride and smacks into the Matterhorn.]
Fuck yes.
[Restrained, under his breath, like he doesn't want Kavinsky to know how much he's enjoying it.]