Ronan Murphy's Pretty Icons Journal (freaky_fierce) wrote in marvel_mashup, @ 2018-01-28 07:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | @dark shadows, murphy: gael, murphy: ronan, x-men: cyclops, x-men: iceman |
DARK SHADOWS
CHARACTERS: Those two, and probably a couple other people.
TOPIC: Rebel, Rebel.
DATE & TIME: Saturday, January 27th, 2018 - 1:15pm.
LOCATION: Xavier's and beyond.
RATING: M for Murphy.
Saturday came and with it Ronan returned to Westchester to little fanfare and no applause. Not that the Irishman needed such a welcome, on the contrary, Mars reveled in the anonymity of it all. He'd certainly have avoided leaving the safety of the garage/carriage house had Gael not been absent from the Murphy home.
The dream-walking lass was located in the school proper, which struck Ronan odd, until he reached the classroom in question. From beyond the door, Mars noticed Bobby and a handful of Xavier's more troublesome students. Gael had found herself in a Saturday math session, no doubt because of her behavior during the week. Ronan smirked at this realization, but Iceman certainly had it coming... whatever Reverie had done.
Not bothered by the procedure, Mars opened the classroom door without knocking, stopping Drake mid-sentence and exchanged glances with the frosty one.
"Ronan," Bobby addressed the afternoon interrupter, visibly annoyed because he'd sort of gotten on a roll.
"Bob," Ronan returned, then shook off the sightly awkward exchange; literally he shook his head. "Come on, Gael." Mars gestured for her to follow, one of only five students subjected to this weekend-ruining experience. "Family... stuff." Ronan loosely explained to Iceman, "She'll do three Hail Mary's later for penance, or somethin’." Mars informed the professor when Gael passed by him and out of the room.
Once in the hallway, Ronan closed the door behind him and visually inspected his uniform-clad cousin. "Saturday school?" He questioned, contempt clear in his voice. "I believe ye'd get yer ass kicked if ye tried to make me go ta Saturday school." With Bobby no less.
It didn't matter, Mars decided and noticed this was effectively the end of his plan. Fuck. Somehow, 'do you want to back to my room?' felt... gross. So the Irishman improvised. "Come on, I'll buy ye lunch and ye can explain to me what ye did that was so bad." He told Gael, then wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her into him so they could walk hip-to-hip.
See ya Saturday school! Gael gave Mr. Drake an adorable wave adieu, then strolled casually to the door where her dark white knight was waiting with the door held open. Hail Marys... she smirked and left the room, feeling both a wave of excitement and something else that felt altogether unfamiliar. Anxiety? Is this what that felt like? Guh. Fuck that. This feeling was quickly swept away (as opposed to being tamped down like most of her feelings) when Ronan spoke negatively of detention. "Aye," she interjected with a sigh. "That's how I got there in the first place," she hinted (ass-kicking, or threatening to).
As they walked, Gael felt herself be tucked up under Ronan's arm and nothing had felt so natural since he'd left for where... Iowa? Idaho? Idontcare? "Or," she countered, "we could not talk about this place and why I can't bring m'knife ta class anymore," she explained, casually. He smelled like himself. It was comforting. Gael walked with her bag in her right hand, held by the top loop, so that she could lean a bit against Ronan and hold to his belt loop with her left hand fingers. "Thanks," she said after a few silent paces, "fer savin' me." It woulda been a long-ass day of math and neckties. "We should stop so I can change," it was less a suggestion than a demand. Her face smooshed into his armpit a little in a kind-of-hug and she closed her eyes briefly. "What're ye in the mood for?" Reverie said, finally, after a long inhale of Mars and prying her eyelids back open again. She could've nodded off right then and there. It would've been preferable to the waking world and the questions that needed to be addressed...