[Ronan is absolutely aware that's a word Jesse doesn't know.]
It's a poem by Yeats. About being abducted.
[He takes another gulp of mystery drank and stretches out his legs, reciting a few more lines in an exhale like a drawn-out sigh:]
Come away, O human child, To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
[It still manages to sound like an incantation. Maybe a demon-summoning thing. But no demons appear, and he hugs the bottle to his chest again.]
Did they replace us? When they took us. Like changelings.
[Is there a lifeless husk that looks like Ronan Lynch curled up on the couch in his living room, wrapped up in his lover's arms? How long will it take before the fingers tracing his tattoo realize the life has gone out of him? What kind of scar does that leave on the beloved, losing someone in mid-breath?]
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[Ronan is absolutely aware that's a word Jesse doesn't know.]
It's a poem by Yeats. About being abducted.
[He takes another gulp of mystery drank and stretches out his legs, reciting a few more lines in an exhale like a drawn-out sigh:]
Come away, O human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
[It still manages to sound like an incantation. Maybe a demon-summoning thing. But no demons appear, and he hugs the bottle to his chest again.]
Did they replace us? When they took us. Like changelings.
[Is there a lifeless husk that looks like Ronan Lynch curled up on the couch in his living room, wrapped up in his lover's arms? How long will it take before the fingers tracing his tattoo realize the life has gone out of him? What kind of scar does that leave on the beloved, losing someone in mid-breath?]