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This time, Ronan really likes Sampremi [open]
Who: Ronan, Adam, Gansey, Ivar, and open
What: Ronan takes care of his dogs, takes care of his busted knee, and runs into some old friends (and also his boyfriend)
When: Early March
Where: A park and a city street
Notes: The thread with Adam will be very NSFW on account of Sampremi, violence in the thread with Ivar
a. Dogs at the Park
While Ronan’s land wasn’t small by most standards, ever since he had to fence his home off from the world, he didn’t felt sorry for his dogs, all still in the puppy stage. They needed something new. They needed stimulation. They needed to stop barking at the damn chickens.
So he packed them all in his BMW, took them for a joyride, and let them all out at a park. His raven, Chainsaw joined. She kept flying over them, catching their attention, and then landing somewhere just out of reach.
“Hey! Pavlov!” Ronan snapped his fingers to get the dog’s attention. “Off!”
The dog, his front feet still on the bench, turned and stared at him.
“Off-- God damn it. I should’ve never let you on the bed.” He stood just as Pavlov ran off to say hello to a newcomer he’d smelled.
b. Don’t dance on a broken leg
Ronan checked out the street markets, his eyes passing over food he might check out later. He wanted to see the fair first, but his knee started to give.
He rolled his eyes. “Damn it,” he muttered. It looked like a detour was called for.
Ducking out of the way, he tried to find some place to sit. Fortunately, most everyone was celebrating, so few people were actually on the side streets. His raven Chainsaw was the one who selected the right bench. Taking a seat, he rolled up his pants leg. He undid the brace on his knee so he could adjust it.
The bone was almost fully healed and it still hurt. He’d probably fucked up the muscles by doing walking around like normal. That dance might have had something to do with it.
“Fuck Ivar,” he hissed under his breath.
What: Ronan takes care of his dogs, takes care of his busted knee, and runs into some old friends (and also his boyfriend)
When: Early March
Where: A park and a city street
Notes: The thread with Adam will be very NSFW on account of Sampremi, violence in the thread with Ivar
a. Dogs at the Park
While Ronan’s land wasn’t small by most standards, ever since he had to fence his home off from the world, he didn’t felt sorry for his dogs, all still in the puppy stage. They needed something new. They needed stimulation. They needed to stop barking at the damn chickens.
So he packed them all in his BMW, took them for a joyride, and let them all out at a park. His raven, Chainsaw joined. She kept flying over them, catching their attention, and then landing somewhere just out of reach.
“Hey! Pavlov!” Ronan snapped his fingers to get the dog’s attention. “Off!”
The dog, his front feet still on the bench, turned and stared at him.
“Off-- God damn it. I should’ve never let you on the bed.” He stood just as Pavlov ran off to say hello to a newcomer he’d smelled.
b. Don’t dance on a broken leg
Ronan checked out the street markets, his eyes passing over food he might check out later. He wanted to see the fair first, but his knee started to give.
He rolled his eyes. “Damn it,” he muttered. It looked like a detour was called for.
Ducking out of the way, he tried to find some place to sit. Fortunately, most everyone was celebrating, so few people were actually on the side streets. His raven Chainsaw was the one who selected the right bench. Taking a seat, he rolled up his pants leg. He undid the brace on his knee so he could adjust it.
The bone was almost fully healed and it still hurt. He’d probably fucked up the muscles by doing walking around like normal. That dance might have had something to do with it.
“Fuck Ivar,” he hissed under his breath.
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"Did you name this dog?" is Gansey's first question even as he's dropping down to greet it properly. For the record, his guess is that Ronan didn't name the dog.
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"That one there is Newton." He pointed at one of the other dogs who was now coming up to greet Gansey, then pointed at another, who was doing much the same. "And that's Tesla. The only one with a decent name is..." He looked around and found the last dog whining at Chainsaw. "Thorpedo!" he called.
Thorpedo didn't move.
Ronan looked back at Gansey. "Little bastard's got an attitude problem."
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"That's the worst name, Lynch," Gansey looks amused and it's clear that is likely the only one that Ronan has named. It also, apparently, had Ronan's attitude problems.
"When did you get so many dogs?"
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Ronan whistled and Thorpedo finally ran over. Chainsaw flapped her wings and bobbed her head while she made a cackling sound. Looked like the bird won this round.
Ronan watched as Thorpedo tried to wriggle close enough to lie down on Gansey's feet. "We got them a couple months ago," he said. "People were rounding up strays before winter. I took a few home. Except that one," he pointed at Pavlov, the only one that wasn't some type of mutt. "I dreamed him."
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"You dreamed him?" Gansey questioned with a rise of a brow. If there were dogs to adopt he didn't really understand dreaming up a new one -- but then again, Ronan didn't always do things the normal way.
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Ronan reached for Pavlov. He didn't pull him closer, but the dog got the message and went to stand in front of him. As hard as he'd tried to make him a normal dog, there were still odd patterns in his spots, if you knew where to look.
"Yeah. He was a gift for Adam. He likes Dalmatians." That was to say, he'd made an offhand comment about it a while back. Ronan could be a little too focused on his boyfriend. "I didn't find any here, so I had to get creative."
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"Well, I'm sure he appreciated that," Gansey said and he looks vaguely amused again and he's still petting Thorpedo thoughtfully for a moment.
"How long have you been here, Ronan?"
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He didn't like thinking about how hard it had been those first few months. He didn't have anyone, only a psychopathic viking he'd called a friend knew his secret, and he could no longer take refuge in the Barns. It got better after Adam, but there was that stupid Gansey shaped hole in his
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"How long were you alone?" Gansey is frowning as if he's managed to fail Ronan, even though this is clearly not something he could have controlled.
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He punched his shoulder. "Come on. It's not like I died."
Got a concussion, yeah. But died, no.
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"Clearly not, you would be quieter if you had," Gansey manages to tease back and not focusing on the niggling feelings of guilt and worry about that time that Ronan had been alone. Maybe he could make sure that it didn't happen again.
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But things were getting better now.
"It's good to have you around," he said without even glancing at his friend.
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"I don't know how you managed without me," Gansey smiles. "Though, I guess the collection of dogs speaks to how much you missed me," it's a joke, of course.
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If it weren't for the night horrors, he would have extended an invitation to crash at his place immediately. But they were still sorting that out, and the death threats.
Yeah, thinking it over, Gansey really had missed a lot. Ronan wasn't in any hurry to let him know about it.
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"Just in the place that they assigned me," Gansey hesitates a moment. "I believe I want to find a place to move into with Blue. Then again, I haven't asked her yet but you would think if she'll travel the world with me she would get a place with me, right?" There's that little bit of the Gansey that's a little insecure and searching for approval beneath all the carefully cultivated confidence and suave schmoozing.
He's sure that there is plenty that Ronan isn't telling him and that's alright. He's been used to that for a long time now and Ronan will tell him things in his own time.
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He shrugged. "Tell her you'll put a recycle bin in every room. She can't resist that."
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"That might not be the worst idea..." he says in contemplation, though perhaps he should take it a few levels beyond that and then she definitely wouldn't be able to resist.
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"Just ask her, man." Sometimes-- most times-- he didn't get how Gansey could get stuck in his own head. When that happened, Ronan just wanted to shove him. Metaphorically, speaking... mostly.
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"Has 'just asking' Blue anything ever gone well for you, Lynch?" Gansey asked with a smile.
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"What are your plans for the rest of the day?"