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[ The video opens to Ronan, sitting in a high-backed chair. He makes a motion towards the camera, and the shot changes to an aerial view of what looks very much like a library, books to the rafters, vines and tree branches gently curling around shelf upon shelf. The light is dusty, but natural. Chainsawd swoops back down, settling once more in front of Ronan, filming him.
It's obvious he's not alone - there's a shoulder against his, and he's leaning against whoever is sitting next to him in what seems like obvious habit of sharing space. On his lap, Ronan has a large volume open, the pages yellowed and crinkly with age. He doesn't smile as he looks at the camera, but he looks sort of relaxed.
Without much introduction, Ronan looks down, and starts reading, his voice nuanced; he has the tone and rhythm of someone used to telling stories. ]
Now when Sarpedon saw his comrades, men who wore ungirdled tunics, being overcome by Patroclus, son of Menoetius, he rebuked the Lycians, saying, "Shame on you, where are you flying to? Show your mettle;
I will myself meet this man in fight and learn who it is that is so masterful; he has done us much hurt, and has stretched many a brave man upon the ground."
He sprang from his chariot as he spoke, and Patroclus, when he saw this, leaped on to the ground also. The two then rushed at one another with loud cries like eagle-beaked crook-taloned vultures that scream and tear at one another in some high mountain fastness.
The son of scheming Saturn looked down upon them in pity and said to Juno who was his wife and sister, "Alas, that it should be the lot of Sarpedon whom I love so dearly to perish by the hand of Patroclus. I am in two minds whether to catch him up out of the fight and set him down safe and sound in the fertile land of Lycia, or to let him now fall by the hand of the son of Menoetius."
[ He took his time, reading. It was a book he loved, after all - and he always wanted to give it the recognition it deserved. On screen, Adam's face was visible, now, as he leaned closer to read, too, his chin almost hooked on Ronan's shoulder. Sometimes, you could see him glance fondly at Ronan. ]
And Juno answered, "Most dread son of Saturn, what is this that you are saying? Would you snatch a mortal man, whose doom has long been fated, out of the jaws of death? Do as you will, but we shall not all of us be of your mind. I say further, and lay my saying to your heart, that if you send Sarpedon safely to his own home, some other of the gods will be also wanting to escort his son out of battle, for there are many sons of gods fighting round the city of Troy, and you will make every one jealous. If, however, you are fond of him and pity him, let him indeed fall by the hand of Patroclus, but as soon as the life is gone out of him, send Death and sweet Sleep to bear him off the field and take him to the broad lands of Lycia, where his brothers and his kinsmen will bury him with mound and pillar, in due honor to the dead."
The sire of gods and men assented, but he shed a rain of blood upon the earth in honor of his son whom Patroclus was about to kill on the rich plain of Troy far from his home.
[ Ronan finally looked up, an eyebrow raised at the camera. ]
Now, children, I know my dulcet tones have probably lulled you to sleep with this epic tale of heroism, but who can tell me - what's this book I'm reading from?
It's obvious he's not alone - there's a shoulder against his, and he's leaning against whoever is sitting next to him in what seems like obvious habit of sharing space. On his lap, Ronan has a large volume open, the pages yellowed and crinkly with age. He doesn't smile as he looks at the camera, but he looks sort of relaxed.
Without much introduction, Ronan looks down, and starts reading, his voice nuanced; he has the tone and rhythm of someone used to telling stories. ]
Now when Sarpedon saw his comrades, men who wore ungirdled tunics, being overcome by Patroclus, son of Menoetius, he rebuked the Lycians, saying, "Shame on you, where are you flying to? Show your mettle;
I will myself meet this man in fight and learn who it is that is so masterful; he has done us much hurt, and has stretched many a brave man upon the ground."
He sprang from his chariot as he spoke, and Patroclus, when he saw this, leaped on to the ground also. The two then rushed at one another with loud cries like eagle-beaked crook-taloned vultures that scream and tear at one another in some high mountain fastness.
The son of scheming Saturn looked down upon them in pity and said to Juno who was his wife and sister, "Alas, that it should be the lot of Sarpedon whom I love so dearly to perish by the hand of Patroclus. I am in two minds whether to catch him up out of the fight and set him down safe and sound in the fertile land of Lycia, or to let him now fall by the hand of the son of Menoetius."
[ He took his time, reading. It was a book he loved, after all - and he always wanted to give it the recognition it deserved. On screen, Adam's face was visible, now, as he leaned closer to read, too, his chin almost hooked on Ronan's shoulder. Sometimes, you could see him glance fondly at Ronan. ]
And Juno answered, "Most dread son of Saturn, what is this that you are saying? Would you snatch a mortal man, whose doom has long been fated, out of the jaws of death? Do as you will, but we shall not all of us be of your mind. I say further, and lay my saying to your heart, that if you send Sarpedon safely to his own home, some other of the gods will be also wanting to escort his son out of battle, for there are many sons of gods fighting round the city of Troy, and you will make every one jealous. If, however, you are fond of him and pity him, let him indeed fall by the hand of Patroclus, but as soon as the life is gone out of him, send Death and sweet Sleep to bear him off the field and take him to the broad lands of Lycia, where his brothers and his kinsmen will bury him with mound and pillar, in due honor to the dead."
The sire of gods and men assented, but he shed a rain of blood upon the earth in honor of his son whom Patroclus was about to kill on the rich plain of Troy far from his home.
[ Ronan finally looked up, an eyebrow raised at the camera. ]
Now, children, I know my dulcet tones have probably lulled you to sleep with this epic tale of heroism, but who can tell me - what's this book I'm reading from?
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I think if I lost my lover that way I'd fling myself to the ground and tear out my hair too. He had a lot of tantrums in the book but I wouldn't call that one of them, personally.
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Although I kinda like Hector, so
All that for a girl, too, am i right
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I think he also might have gotten on with Hector if not for the war. They might have been able to find common ground.
I wouldn't do anything like that for a girl, certainly.
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because Achilles' been told all his life that he's fucking special and that's never good for the ego
[ Ronan would know about that, after all. ]
you would for a man?
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It wasn't quite the same of course but I think I'd find it easier to deal with Achilles.
[He's been told all his life that he's fucking special. Maybe Arthur's been characterizing them wrong; maybe Brian is Achilles, and Curt his self-sacrificing lover.
The question, though, makes him blush, and it takes him a minute to think of something to say.]
I would for one in particular.
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makes Hector even a better man, not to have strangled Paris
[ Again, Ronan would know about wanting to strangle a family member. Fucking Declan. ]
fair
so would i
[ There's no point in hiding it, when Adam is obviously right there next to Ronan. ]
couple of people, actually. Small circle, though.
[ Can count them on the fingers of one hand. ]
yikes I just realized I used his eudio sn - should be from Wildd.
[Not that he'd ever have admitted to it, or done anything worse than shooting a glare at the back of his brother's neck, but the feelings were certainly there.]
it's the same for me. there's one in particular,
but I can think of a handful of others too. not many, but I think I prefer it that way.
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i've been close, but we always end up just throwing punches
this particular one
he here?
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and no. even if he were here,
I don't think he'd throw himself in the dust over me.
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oh. unrequited, huh
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Yes and no. He liked me enough to kiss me goodbye, but not enough to stay. Not that I would have asked him to.
That's not true for you, though, is it? You're lucky.
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Though I am, yeah, I guess.
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How long?
If you don't mind my asking.
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except when it feels like an instant.
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[ Tactful, Lynch. ]
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I've been mad for his music for years, but I only met him a few months ago and I haven't seen him since then.
I dunno if I'm pining over him or the idea of him.
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i'm saying this in the friendliest, most honest way possible:
if you don't actually know him, you gotta move on
find yourself a real person to fall for
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It's hard to convince myself I should believe you, even though I know you're right. The last two years were sort of a long series of unbelievable circumstances. I guess I got used to the unbelievable for a while.
...though I will say he's either a real person or I was on some very very good psilocybin.
He felt real.
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I can pull shit out of my dreams. Make them real. Not just things, too, but people.
If that's not something that should impossible, I don't know what is. And yet I can do it.
Find someone that's here. Find someone you can learn to know. You know? Stop living a fantasy.
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You've got me beat.
That night.
[He's too embarrassed to elaborate.]
I thought I saw a spaceship. Curt pointed it out to me. I think it was probably just a meteor shower and the mushrooms.
You're right about him, though. I'll never see him again so there's no point in wishing I could.
[Which, unfortunately, is easier said than done.]
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that's a step removed from crazy
i guess your loverboy could show up here, right? but if he doesn't, pining when you can't even look at him is sad.
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I'd like to see him again, but mostly I don't think it's fair that I got to escape and he didn't. I'd be happy if he showed up even if he never spoke to me again.
[A moment later.]
thanks, by the way.
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