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The world seemed to be conspiring to make Ronan live in smaller places every few months. Going from Monmouth to his dorm room to a freaking yurt did not make him a pleasant person to be around. The only saving grace today was that he'd actually had some sleep and the painkillers he'd been given for his arm were working their magic.

He was outside of the yurt, enjoying the warm morning before it got unbearable. Chainsaw was hopping around in front of him, pecking at the ground and being loud every so often.

"Kerah!"

"Yeah, yeah," Ronan answered, raising an eyebrow. "It's like you've never been outside before."

Chainsaw gave that no answer. Ronan rubbed absently at the thick white bandage on his arm and sighed. He'd told Gansey about the nightmare and Gansey, sympathetic Gansey, had offered to come visit, to take him on some road trip.

Ronan didn't really want to squeeze into the Pig for hours on end but it was a nice thought. For now, he'd just sit outside and exude mellowness. The anger was lurking, simmering, and Ronan wrapped it around him like a blanket.

[Open, of course]

It'd been a quiet week.

That wasn't a complaint. That meant he hadn't turned into some tiny version of himself, hadn't turned into an old man and hadn't had to deal with any dead relatives. Typically, quiet bored him but, sometimes, he'd take it. Chainsaw seemed content with the quiet too since she'd burrowed against the worn material of his jeans and was unusually silent.

It wouldn't take much to set her off, Ronan knew, but he'd take her quiet for now. Absently, he stroked a finger against her head, back and forth, like he'd done so many times before. The television was on but Ronan wasn't really paying that much attention to it.

Instead, he was chewing on the leather wristbands, thoughts elsewhere. Thoughts on the Pig, on Gansey, on Adam and Noah and Declan, on Matthew, and on why he continued to sit here and do nothing while his mother withered away and he was kept away from the Barns.

If he'd been at home, he'd have gone out and found booze, found trouble. Here, he was watching television with his bird. Ronan snarled and rolled his eyes. He'd need to do something about this.

And soon.

[Open]

So, his dead father had come to visit this past weekend and before that, he'd had two kids. Seriously, Ronan was really wondering what the hell kind of ley line was underneath this place that caused this kind of insane shit to happen. Gansey nearly lost his mind when Ronan had finally confessed some of the happenings to him, blabbering about a new Corpse Road and making Ronan want to drill a hole in his head.

Chainsaw was sitting comfortably on the sofa behind his shoulder, eating some of the food he'd picked up for her. Ronan was slouched on the couch, feet up and eyes glazed over. That might have been due to what he had on the television (something that resembled a soap opera) or that might have been due to getting lost in his own head and his own thoughts. His fingers picked at the bracelets on his hand, fingering them and then pressing them down into skin until he made an indentation.

Ronan sighed. Maybe he'd get out of here when the semester ended. Aglionby had to take him back, didn't they? Gansey had to work his magic. Ronan did not want to be stuck here for any longer.

[Open, of course]

The ordeal from the other day had been reduced to just fuzz in Ronan's mind. His shoulder was covered in thick gauze but that was mostly to disguise the claw marks. It didn't actually hurt that much anymore. The clock that he'd pulled from his dream was still ticking away on his bedside table. Chainsaw had taken to pecking the bells on top to make a nice ringing noise.

Today, both he and Chainsaw were out of the room and down in the common room. It seemed to be a bit quieter there. Of course, Chainsaw immediately took flight and was now perched on top of the television, occasionally pecking at some invisible piece of lint or fuzz or something.

Ronan had grabbed some water from the fridge before he'd taken a seat on the couch and put his feet up. His phone buzzed. Grudgingly, Ronan pulled it out of his pocket and glared at it. It was Gansey. He, of course, wanted to talk about Ronan's dream, about the island's energy.

Not now.

And then he shoved it back in his pocket and turned on the television to mask the renewed buzzing of his phone. So much for the quiet.

[Open space]

Ronan was pretty damn glad that he hadn't gotten out of control with the wishing this past weekend. Aside from the drinks and some new music, he'd held himself back from wishing for his father back or his mother awake. He knew that was too good to last. So, when the music vanished last evening, he hadn't even noticed.

Without a class to occupy his time, Ronan found his way down to the common room, Chainsaw with him as she always was. He dropped the bird off on the back of the couch, letting her peck away at the cushions while he sat down and turned on the television.

He wasn't watching anything, though. Instead, he was grudgingly going through a few messages on his phone. Gansey updating on what he'd found and how Jane (who was Jane again? Oh, that Blue girl) was getting along with Parrish. That last part made Ronan's lip curl but he smoothed it out quickly. There was a message from Declan and one from Matthew. That one Ronan answered while the one from Declan got ignored.

The rest of Gansey's messages were about Glendower and the magic forest and asking about Ronan's dream things. Ronan turned the phone off and slouched down on the couch, feet kicked up. That was enough communication with Henrietta for today.

[ Open ]

Ronan missed his car. It used to be so easy to stomp his way out of Monmouth and get into the BMW and take off. He could find a drag race somewhere outside of town and take the money of every single child that showed up and then come back with Gansey none the wiser.

Gansey had always known though. But, that wasn't really possible here. The room was too small to stay in so Ronan had reluctantly come down to the common room to see what was going on. He flipped on the television but didn't pay any attention to it.

Nope, he was there to see what he could find for Chainsaw, the black raven that was currently sitting on his shoulder. Chainsaw seemed to be taken with new surroundings but not enough to fly away.

"What do you want?" Ronan asked in a voice that was a lot softer than the one he usually used. "Hungry?"

Chainsaw squawked, "Kerah," which was her name for Ronan and flapped her fingers.

"Okay, let's find something."

The kitchen seemed to be decently stocked so he'd just steal something for the both of them.

[Open place, open post.]