Declan pulls his next blow as soon as he realizes Ronan has launched himself into the fray. His knuckles are sore and he knows they'll swell and bruise; everywhere Kylo has landed blows hurts and the pain is grounding.
"Ronan. Jesus Christ, please--"
He hauls himself out from under the enraged body on top of him and watches, as much as he can by starlight and rising moonlight, as Ronan holds on to Kylo. He wants to intervene, he wants to drag Ronan away. But he can at least recognize that Ronan is trying to calm the thrashing man down.
Declan doesn't move far. He manages to sit up, tastes blood in his mouth and spits it onto the grass.
"Tell me what you need." He says it to Ronan because that's the answer he needs, the one that matters to him. Declan keeps an eye on Kylo, anticipating the moment that he might break free from Ronan and come at him again.
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"Ronan. Jesus Christ, please--"
He hauls himself out from under the enraged body on top of him and watches, as much as he can by starlight and rising moonlight, as Ronan holds on to Kylo. He wants to intervene, he wants to drag Ronan away. But he can at least recognize that Ronan is trying to calm the thrashing man down.
Declan doesn't move far. He manages to sit up, tastes blood in his mouth and spits it onto the grass.
"Tell me what you need." He says it to Ronan because that's the answer he needs, the one that matters to him. Declan keeps an eye on Kylo, anticipating the moment that he might break free from Ronan and come at him again.