[Ronan looks to him sharply, his eyes dark and measuring. The insect buzzes off toward the main area until the sound dims and there's just silence between the two of them.
Ronan has been known to stare at people until they crumple. There's something weaponized about his full attention, and when he gives it, it's never a good sign. But Bruce, who has stared down far worse monsters than a seventeen year old boy, doesn't fold. In the end, Ronan finds what he's looking for and part of him relents, just a fraction.]
It comes from me. From my dreams.
[It's a blunt fact, not spoken softly or angrily anymore. Just the truth. Bruce probably deserves that by now.]
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Date: 2016-01-07 04:07 am (UTC)Ronan has been known to stare at people until they crumple. There's something weaponized about his full attention, and when he gives it, it's never a good sign. But Bruce, who has stared down far worse monsters than a seventeen year old boy, doesn't fold. In the end, Ronan finds what he's looking for and part of him relents, just a fraction.]
It comes from me. From my dreams.
[It's a blunt fact, not spoken softly or angrily anymore. Just the truth. Bruce probably deserves that by now.]