[Ronan froze long before the spell. As frightening as that scene had been as a child, it'd been something he'd enjoyed. Something somehow innocent in spite of the content. When his father was gone, his mother used to sit them down and watch it with them. Matthew clung to her but Ronan, older and darker, lay on the floor and absorbed it all.
He guessed the animators couldn't imagine the sort of demon that would one day tear his mother apart.
Scowling, he walked toward the axe he'd discarded.]
Somnia et latine.
[The way he muttered the words, he wasn't sure if Adam heard him or not. As Adam finished the spell, he picked up the axe. Time to see how strong the walls were, or least it would have been if Adam hadn't just froze it.
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He guessed the animators couldn't imagine the sort of demon that would one day tear his mother apart.
Scowling, he walked toward the axe he'd discarded.]
Somnia et latine.
[The way he muttered the words, he wasn't sure if Adam heard him or not. As Adam finished the spell, he picked up the axe. Time to see how strong the walls were, or least it would have been if Adam hadn't just froze it.
He lifted one eyebrow.]