[Ronan turned to see why Dixon wasn't leaving. He shifted his attention then and not just because he wanted the man to leave him the fuck alone already. More important than that, he didn't want either of them to die.]
There.
[It was little more than a whisper but his patronus responded, turning back, and that was when Ronan noticed the leathery wings blur.
This was too much. It wasn't like a hand to hand fight, when he could let his thoughts die and body take over. That brief moment of frustration created a fissure in his concentration, one that broke open. His night horror faded into nothing.
The cold hit him first but it soon morphed into the mild chill of an early summer morning. He saw flashes of his home and the charcoal BMW parked in the driveway, next to his brother's car.
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[Ronan turned to see why Dixon wasn't leaving. He shifted his attention then and not just because he wanted the man to leave him the fuck alone already. More important than that, he didn't want either of them to die.]
There.
[It was little more than a whisper but his patronus responded, turning back, and that was when Ronan noticed the leathery wings blur.
This was too much. It wasn't like a hand to hand fight, when he could let his thoughts die and body take over. That brief moment of frustration created a fissure in his concentration, one that broke open. His night horror faded into nothing.
The cold hit him first but it soon morphed into the mild chill of an early summer morning. He saw flashes of his home and the charcoal BMW parked in the driveway, next to his brother's car.
Dad?
Ronan pressed his hands to his head.]
No. Stop. Stop!