[ OPEN ] pre-event (until...)

[nightwash]

WHO: Ronan Lynch & OPEN
WHAT: Before (& eventually after) Event #1
WHERE: Room 2 & The Library
WHEN: June 12 - 14 (& eventually June 19)
NOTES: Prompts in the comments! Action or prose is fine.

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[photophobic]

Kylo doesn't flinch from Ronan's anger or respond with a heated barrage of his own, though it's clear something is happening behind the dark of his eyes as he swallows up the weight of that accusation.

I needed you, and you left me.

As if anyone has ever needed him to do anything but leave.

"They'll muzzle you, if you ask them to," he says eventually. "But that's not what you want. Is it."

[nightwash]

No. No, it's not. That's what happened to him in the world he left behind, when Hennessy took everything from him. In a way, it's been his entire life: hidden away on a farm, tucked into the mountains, buried. He's so tired of being smothered.

He wants to burn.

Silence is never a wrong answer. He holds Kylo's gaze for another moment before looking away. He dreamt a thousand swords while searching for help, and now Kylo's here, and Ronan doesn't know what to ask him to do except stay.

[photophobic]

Ronan doesn't need to say it— and not simply because of Kylo's newly returned ability to read minds. He recognises the roiling mix of anger, hurt and frustration all too easily.

The hunger, too. That perhaps most of all.

"Does it have to be here. For the dream to work. For you to undo this."

[nightwash]

"It depends..."

It's not as simple as dreaming a whole new room. He can't just replace what's here already. If he tried, he might end up with an even bigger mess. Who knows? Maybe the whole tower would collapse under the weight of an additional room manifested over the existing one. Rewriting reality is complicated work.

No, he can't just throw new shit on top of old shit. He needs to think more specifically. Some kind of undo button? Ctrl+Z for the material world? God, but if he fucks that up, he could wipe out the entire castle. Ronan sighs, pressing his fist to his forehead. Think...

"Actually, it'd be better if it isn't. In case I get it wrong."

[photophobic]

Kylo casts an eye over the skewered devastation of their dormitory, considering the predicament. It isn't simply a matter of wanting to avoid time-consuming labour— a number of these swords have their hilts embedded in the floor, and short of leaning into the aesthetic and hammering them flat there isn't much to be done.

Unless Ronan can rectify the situation with the same power that had them summoned into being in the first place. His lips quirk.

"Perhaps we can buy you peace and quiet for a few hours with some of these," he suggests, yanking one last sword free and testing the balance of its weighting appreciatively. "If a little distance would be useful. There should be lodgings available for the right price, now we have the freedom of the city."

[nightwash]

Because the swords had been nothing but a problem for Ronan all day, he hadn't considered the possibility of their value. Even damaged, they're real steel. Someone's bound to have a use for them, for the metal alone. How much is one of them worth? A night at an inn? A week? A month?

"I've got no fucking idea how money works in this place," he confesses. "But I guess we could try."