Our Lady of Fandom | Saturday Afternoon

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It wasn't Sunday but Ronan was at church. He didn't know why or even how long he'd stay but being here, sitting in the pews made him feel closer to Mathew, at least for a moment. His brother, the brother he actually liked, was far away. Happy, cherubic, and a secret like no other. Ronan sighed and looked down at the floor.

There was dirt around his boot and he scuffed it around before getting up and pushing his way outside the church. Once outside, he turned around, taking the church in. Was there a Corpse Walk here too? Did the dead take a final pilgrimage while being watched by Blue and one of her crazy relatives?

Why was he even thinking about that? It was all shit. Just shit. Unbelievable shit. Ronan growled low in his throat and clenched his fists. Anger, his constant companion.

"Fuck you," he snarled, saying the words to no one in particular. He just had to get it out there. Tell the world. "I wish I had a drink right now."

When Ronan turned to go, he nearly tripped over a cooler. That hadn't been there when he'd arrived. Carefully, he kicked the cooler open with a boot and found it stocked full with beer. Ronan...laughed. If anyone heard that and brought it up, he'd punch them.

Right now, he was going to grab a beer, close the cooler and sit down right outside the church and have a drink. Maybe this day wouldn't be as terrible as it'd had seemed a few minutes ago. Maybe he'd drink enough to forget Mathew.

Maybe he'd dream.

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