hadriel | Audio. 03

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Audio. 03

[There's a long scuffle after the post switches on. Some heavy breathing may or may not be involved, the shifting of fabric- blankets, maybe?- across skin. Unfortunately for any voyeurs out there, it's not the sound of anything uncouth happening, but rather the grunts and scrapes of a struggle.]

-shit. [Definitely Ronan's voice, slightly far off. The audio goes muffled as something wraps over the speaker, before the phone of sorts gets tossed up, closer to his face.]

Fuck's sake. [It's on and it's near enough that he can talk into it. That's all that really matters. On the other hand...]

Hello? Look- if anyone can just- fuckin-

[He grunts again, half frustrated, half embarrassed.]

If you know where we live, come- give me a hand or whatever. Parrish lost his fucking mind and I can't- [a long creak, of wood and leather straining against one another] -ow, fuck.

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Yeah. Uh...

[Oops.]

My arms are sore.

I could come loosen the knots a little. I don't want you to be uncomfortable.

Mm.

[It's hard to really know what to say here- he adores Adam and this new side of him is disconcerting, but at the same time, Ronan doesn't really know how scared he should even be in the first place. It's Adam, after all.]

Gotta say, I'm pretty uncomfortable being tied to a bed in general.

[Casually, lacking his usual bite.]

I mean- outside of special occasions.

But I don't want you to leave.

[He says calmly, as if it makes perfect sense to tie someone to a bed to prevent that.]

It's a lot more comfortable there than, say, the couch.

Darling.

[He says, a bit condescending, maybe just a little snide. Can you really blame him?]

Why would I ever leave you?

I can think of a hundred reasons.

[He just sounds certain, like he knows he's doing exactly what he should.]

And I can't stand the thought of it. So I'm just going to make sure that you don't.

Don't say shit like that.

[He grumbles, twisting a little so he can talk at the phone a little louder- it puts a strain on his wrists, but that's fine.]

You think I'd lie to you?

I know you'd never lie to me.

[He sounds certain of that, too.]

But life is unpredictable, and things can change, and - I don't want anything to happen to you.

[He laughs, softly.]

Parrish. I'm the most badass guy you know.

Yeah, but you've already died once. I had to - take care of your body.

[It was very, very bad. Adam might be under the effect of the gods right now, but even if he wasn't, that still haunts him sometimes.]

I'm not going to let that happen again. You're safe where you are.

Yeah.

[He groans, shifting again, a little uncomfortable.]

But I was the only thing badass enough to kill me, remember? And I don't see any psycho twins or whatever running around here.

Just because you were the one who did it that time doesn't mean nothing else could. When Cabeswater - when the demon was attacking it -

[He stops. Ronan didn't die then, but it was almost as awful.]

You're always in danger, just by being what you are.

[There's a long pause, as Ronan's anger spikes and then tempers back down into something similar to miserable acceptance.]

...yeah, thanks for the fuckin' reminder.

[He would apologize, but he's not sure he's actually sorry. He fears for Ronan often.]

So let me protect you.

And who's going to protect you?

[He asks, tugging at the belts.]

If I'm all tied up in here.

[He's pleased, actually, by the thought that Ronan wants to protect him. But-]

I'll be okay. Nobody's going to come after me. You're something special, Ronan.

Bullshit.

[He spits it out.]

You are just as much as me. Come home and we can talk about this.

You know that isn't true.

[And that's why Ronan needs to stay safe. With him. Of course.]

I am on my way home, though. I don't want to be away from you for too long.

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