"Get the fuck out I'll fucking set fire to this piece of shit necklace," Ronan replies, pulling said necklace out from under his shirt, the line of it taut, metal digging into his neck.
His tone is almost eerily calm, belying the pure, unfiltered rage coiling through him before he turns back to the shelf, grabbing a heavy book end from the second shelf and hurling at the desk in the corner, knocking a dent into the edge of the hard wood.
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Date: 2016-04-14 12:45 am (UTC)His tone is almost eerily calm, belying the pure, unfiltered rage coiling through him before he turns back to the shelf, grabbing a heavy book end from the second shelf and hurling at the desk in the corner, knocking a dent into the edge of the hard wood.