[ Murphy doesn't have any time to contemplate how Ronan is going to look because something has happened just then, a blink of an eye. Or maybe even faster or slower. Murphy can't tell. It's just here now. A flickering in the corner of his eye. ]
Ronan [ , Murphy drawls. His name is a passing thought because the light reels his attention. But what he sees is not what he expects to see, the flickering light that's suspended in the air. Murphy isn't too sure what he is seeing.
And now a lot of things are happening simultaneously. His senses go through a rapid cycling, not bothering to slow down for Murphy's brain to process. Iron, it's so strong. It fills the room, fills his nostrils but then it's gone the moment he recognizes the smell and then the light is there splintering like branches of a tree. Or maybe it's an actual branch. He doesn't have time to decide because then it's music.
He looks away from a moment. Murphy closes his eyes, tries to calm the tangle of confusion in his head. It doesn't help, of course, because, like clockwork, it happens again when he looks at it head-on. There's this urge to reach for it, to touch it and Murphy inches forward with his hand reaching out. ]
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[ Murphy doesn't have any time to contemplate how Ronan is going to look because something has happened just then, a blink of an eye. Or maybe even faster or slower. Murphy can't tell. It's just here now. A flickering in the corner of his eye. ]
Ronan [ , Murphy drawls. His name is a passing thought because the light reels his attention. But what he sees is not what he expects to see, the flickering light that's suspended in the air. Murphy isn't too sure what he is seeing.
And now a lot of things are happening simultaneously. His senses go through a rapid cycling, not bothering to slow down for Murphy's brain to process. Iron, it's so strong. It fills the room, fills his nostrils but then it's gone the moment he recognizes the smell and then the light is there splintering like branches of a tree. Or maybe it's an actual branch. He doesn't have time to decide because then it's music.
He looks away from a moment. Murphy closes his eyes, tries to calm the tangle of confusion in his head. It doesn't help, of course, because, like clockwork, it happens again when he looks at it head-on. There's this urge to reach for it, to touch it and Murphy inches forward with his hand reaching out. ]