A Flux of Flame and Ocean

Ronan was lounging around on his bed, an open book in-hand, but his attention wasn't on it. Instead, he kept getting distracted by other thoughts: thoughts of Karla, and Valentine, and Emma; of recent... encounters, and of friends long off the island.

He was distracted, yes, and distractable, although his door was closed.

[Expecting one in particular, thanks. Although Ronan's not. ;) ETA: I should add -- although I'm sure this comes as no surprise -- that this is quite likely going to be getting at least a little NSFW.]

It was a quiet morning, after an eventful night.

Quiet, of course, because Ronan and Tony were still asleep. This, unfortunately, wouldn't last long.

[Door closed, post open, especially for anyone of the Nolan kidlet variety!]

There were candles burning softly, and a dessert left to chill. Ronan, meanwhile, was setting up a small, low table he'd acquired recently, with cushions on which to sit.

For dinner, he had prepared curry-lime chicken*, served over a spiced blend of white and brown rice with lentils, with the requisite naan bread on the side. All he needed now was his dinner date.


( *Recipe behind the cut! )

With a clap of displaced air, Ronan and Hoshi appeared in his room. "So," he said. "Welcome to my humble abode."

[For the modded-with-permission companion. ETA: And yeah, it's going NWS-ish in the comments.]

The call about his underwear was unexpected, since Ronan couldn't recall any particular discussions of it lately. Still, he couldn't help but be... a little inappropriate in his reply.

There was a confusing message about someone need something and looking for a note, which got an even more confused reply, and some freak who thought that stabbing was foreplay, who should have gotten an offer for psychiatric care. There was Marco, and a call about cookies, which got replies, and then a call with much profanity, which got a befuddled call in return.

[And, with luck, more to come here as well.]

It was a phone call he'd rather not expected.

"What do you mean, I'm needed at home?" he asked. "I've got plans -- I've got a life here now! I can't just-" There was a pause on his part; from the earpiece of the phone came some rather angry -- and vaguely American accented -- Gaelic. "Okay, yes, I can just drop it," he corrected himself. "What with the Oath and all. But this doesn't sound like it's the kind of thing that would normally... I mean," he continued, dropping into the Speech as he did, "I don't see why it's so important for me to drop everything and come home right now if all it's for is to help clean up the overlays some. It can't wait two more days?"

He sighed as Annie Callahan continued to explain the situation. "Well, why didn't you say so in the first place?" he asked. "If I'd know the situation was that serious, I'd not have blinked twice about it. Give me..." In his head, he calculated how long it would take him to throw all of his stuff into his claudicated bags, as well as tell people that he was leaving. "... Give me three hours and I can be at your front door," he said, switching back to English. "Is that spot in your backyard still clear of the overlay? It's more reliable than my jump point at my parents' house."

His parents' house. Not home. Ronan couldn't help but stop and notice that he'd stopped thinking of that place as home. Ireland was, yes, and always would be, but in the way that a parents' house was supposed to be -- where you came from, not where you made your home. Was Fandom that to him, now? Or was it just a step on his way to finding where his home would be?

Annie confirmed that her backyard was still good for jumping, and the two finished up the conversation quickly. "This is going to take some work," he muttered, throwing his bags open onto his bed, and throwing his door open to the hallway. He made a few quick phonecalls to let people know that he was leaving, and then set to work packing.

[Ronan's not gone for good, just for the first summer term! He'll definitely, definitely be back. And no, he won't be a year older this time. Post, like the door, is open, especially for anyone who thinks they'd have gotten a phonecall and want to come say goodbye before Ronan's gone.]

After getting home from work, Ronan tossed his notebooks on his desk and turned to his Drawer of Tea (TM). He boggled a bit at seeing that all of his black, green, and white teas were listed as 'decaffeinated', but shrugged it off as a Fandom thing and pulled out a small box of a loose raspberry tisane, instead.

Mmm, raspberry.

[Mostly establishy, but door is a bit open and post is pretty widely open if anyone wants to stop by. :) ]

Ronan stirred slightly, shifting a bit towards the nearest source of warmth. Mmm, warmth. Warm body.

He wasn't quite awake yet, but he was starting to get there. Even if he were fighting to stay under a little bit longer.

[For the other occupant of the bed!]

After stopping by Isabel's room to drop off her presents and pick up his own, Ronan came back to his room to finish packing -- mostly throwing the last few things into his bag -- and then wait for Carmela.


[Open, although anyone else stopping by is chronologically before Carmela's thread.]