Ronan Nolan (
not_in_the_book) wrote2011-11-22 03:27 pm
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33 Apocalypse Ave, Tuesday Morning
Ronan sat at the kitchen table, his hands around his coffee mug -- he wasn't drinking out of it, not more than the occasional, absent sip, so much as trying to absorb the warmth through the mug.
It wasn't working; his heart? Still kinda chilled. Whatever was going on in the multiverse had him shaken to the core.
[Up late because I am made of fail; expecting a couple, but otherwise open!]w
It wasn't working; his heart? Still kinda chilled. Whatever was going on in the multiverse had him shaken to the core.
[Up late because I am made of fail; expecting a couple, but otherwise open!]w