And that, unfortunately for Ronan Lynch, is where his freedom ends.
The sensation is as unpleasant as it appeared from the outside, a week previously— a strange, sliding weight seizes hold of Ronan's body. All of it, uniformly, as if he's been encased or buried alive, but there's no sensation of touch. Only pressure. Unnatural density, pressing in on every side.
Ronan likely doesn't need to hear the heavy but unhurried footfalls of Kylo's approaching strides. He doesn't need to see the shapes of shifting shadows, cast by one of the sunlight capsules Kylo had pulled out into his palm for inspection only to discover something very interesting indeed: these tablets, every one of them, hum with precisely the same energy sparking through Ronan's nerves. Right now.
Kylo hasn't gone. He's watching Ronan's frozen terror from just beyond the doorway.
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The sensation is as unpleasant as it appeared from the outside, a week previously— a strange, sliding weight seizes hold of Ronan's body. All of it, uniformly, as if he's been encased or buried alive, but there's no sensation of touch. Only pressure. Unnatural density, pressing in on every side.
Ronan likely doesn't need to hear the heavy but unhurried footfalls of Kylo's approaching strides. He doesn't need to see the shapes of shifting shadows, cast by one of the sunlight capsules Kylo had pulled out into his palm for inspection only to discover something very interesting indeed: these tablets, every one of them, hum with precisely the same energy sparking through Ronan's nerves. Right now.
Kylo hasn't gone. He's watching Ronan's frozen terror from just beyond the doorway.