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[unitas]

[ Text is about the only way Sharon feels comfortable posting this. She feels like an idiot even daring to ask on the network. ]

Does anyone here have experience in teaching people 'magic'? Or in helping out someone who has trouble controlling their own 'magical' abilities?

Because I might need some help.

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[greywaren]

[He's not sure why that's considered to be a bad thing, but Sharon is probably right in the fact that it doesn't help. It helps him sometimes, to shape his dreams, but their abilities- while similar- aren't the same. It would be stupid to try to drag out the comparison any longer than he already has.

So he sighs, kicking at the dirt near his feet and shrugs up his shoulders in an entirely unhelpful motion.]

Fine. Do whatever the fuck you want.

[There's a pause as he looks back up toward her, bringing back the whole reason why he's here and trying to help in the first place. His demeanor is still casual, but his eyes are dark, his tone deadly serious.]

But if you pull Parrish into that shitshow then I won't stop at a cute fistfight with you. Got it?

[unitas]

[ It dawns on her then how close the two of them must be. They seem very much the opposite of each other; Ronan all sharp, tangled edges, and Adam more like vines wrapped around a tree. Friendship, she supposes, comes in the unlikeliest of places.

Even love.

She raises up, back straightening. ]

I don't have any intention of letting that happen, all right? I do try not to hurt the people that help me.

[ the future says differently sharon /sobs sadly in the distance ]

[greywaren]

Don't care. I warned you.

[It's urgent and necessary, every part of it. Ronan keeps himself sharp and hard, his only vulnerability lying hidden in the threat he'd just given. That's all he needs, and hopefully Sharon can understand enough to know just how serious he is.

In the end though, Ronan shakes his head and glances off, his lips pursed.]

I think we're done here.