[ There's an entirely different kind of heat that slams through him at that tone of voice, that look in his eyes. Ronan knows, of course. He knows exactly what it does to him.
He stalks over to Ronan's closet, opening it up to run his fingers over the various fabrics and textures. It's a little obscene, really, how much clothing he seems to have– or perhaps Kylo's meagre collection is obscenely small. He's not sure he's seen Ronan wear much of this at all, but... ]
Did you dream them?
[ His fingers settle on a leather jacket, because of course they do, before he remembers he's supposed to be stealing a shirt. Like this one. Black, naturally, and not too dissimilar in style from the one he'd been wearing before its unfortunate accident. A bit longer in the sleeves, perhaps, and definitely looser around the neck– a lot of Ronan's clothes seem to be. He pulls it out, slips it off its hanger and slides it on, smoothing his hands over the pleasantly weighted fabric. Does it look good on him? No idea. But it feels good. ]
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Ronan knows, of course. He knows exactly what it does to him.
He stalks over to Ronan's closet, opening it up to run his fingers over the various fabrics and textures. It's a little obscene, really, how much clothing he seems to have– or perhaps Kylo's meagre collection is obscenely small. He's not sure he's seen Ronan wear much of this at all, but... ]
Did you dream them?
[ His fingers settle on a leather jacket, because of course they do, before he remembers he's supposed to be stealing a shirt. Like this one. Black, naturally, and not too dissimilar in style from the one he'd been wearing before its unfortunate accident. A bit longer in the sleeves, perhaps, and definitely looser around the neck– a lot of Ronan's clothes seem to be. He pulls it out, slips it off its hanger and slides it on, smoothing his hands over the pleasantly weighted fabric. Does it look good on him? No idea. But it feels good. ]