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thedreamthiefThere's nowhere to drive in this fucking town.
Ronan's been over every inch of asphalt and dirt road in the entire city, multiple times. The scenery never changes. Neither do the people. It's the same goddamn thing every single time he drives, and he doesn't choose to stop.
This cage isn't Henrietta and never could be, but the air through the window still feels good and the familiar rumble of the Pig beneath his feet is a comfort.
None of that changes with Adam at the wheel.
It's quiet. Still. Ronan won't delude himself into believing that everything is still okay. He still has trouble making himself sleep, still wakes up in fits and starts with new sorts of nightmares, ones involving needles and metal restraints instead of claws and beaks. Adam is still wary and Ronan is still careful and there is no filling the hole Gansey left behind.
But the days pass and they're still here.
Adam takes a familiar left turn and the trees become a canopy, shielding the sunlight from view as the Pig slows. Ronan hadn't been aware of any specific destination tonight and he glances over with a raised brow.
"I've always wanted to get dirty in a car," he says, smirking. It isn't a lie.
Ronan's been over every inch of asphalt and dirt road in the entire city, multiple times. The scenery never changes. Neither do the people. It's the same goddamn thing every single time he drives, and he doesn't choose to stop.
This cage isn't Henrietta and never could be, but the air through the window still feels good and the familiar rumble of the Pig beneath his feet is a comfort.
None of that changes with Adam at the wheel.
It's quiet. Still. Ronan won't delude himself into believing that everything is still okay. He still has trouble making himself sleep, still wakes up in fits and starts with new sorts of nightmares, ones involving needles and metal restraints instead of claws and beaks. Adam is still wary and Ronan is still careful and there is no filling the hole Gansey left behind.
But the days pass and they're still here.
Adam takes a familiar left turn and the trees become a canopy, shielding the sunlight from view as the Pig slows. Ronan hadn't been aware of any specific destination tonight and he glances over with a raised brow.
"I've always wanted to get dirty in a car," he says, smirking. It isn't a lie.
