Room 507, Thursday Evening

[not_in_the_book]

It had been a fairly quiet week; Ronan hadn't done a whole lot over the weekend other than graduation itself -- and that one battle with the weird decoration tiger thing -- and had spent most of the week in quiet reflection.

Or, y'know, killing Skrulls, but that was almost relaxation.

Today he'd stuck to staying within his room, and had the door open as he cleaned, dancing and singing along to some quiet jazz.

[Expecting one! Open-ish, although I may crash soon so there might be some SP involved.

[ETA: No, I totally didn't brainfart and forget that Ronan was doing stuff yesterday. Of course not.]

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Re: NFB [Due to Privacy Spell]

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Okay," Dinah said, slightly nervous, remembering how it felt when he'd healed her mostly-fixed nose. She tried to hold still, and kept her eyes on him, waiting.

Re: NFB [Due to Privacy Spell]

[not_in_the_book]

The spell came easily, as healing did now, and it was the work of moments to feed Dinah's body the power it needed, to tell the cells, "You know what to do. Here, do it faster!"

As the words finished, Ronan straightened, a little wobbly but recovering quickly. "That better?" he asked.

Re: NFB [Due to Privacy Spell]

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah lowered her shirt, then stretched out her arm, sideways, then above her head, smiling brilliantly at Ronan. "Fine! Thanks, Ronan." She gave him a concerned look. "Maybe you should lie down? Are you okay?"