Ronan's grin was like fire, his eyes bright with the flames. The thrill of creating something so beautiful and magical never failed to make him hyper aware of how much he loved being able to dream. It was always a double edged sword because not everything that came out of his head was so fucking amazing. And he loved sharing it with his friends. His creations. The life and beauty he could imagine becoming reality.

"It came out of my head. That alone should be enough to worry." He laughed and stood back. "Go on. Touch it."

Just then there was a very faint shimmer as the breeze moved over the empty space. Like liquid fabric. it made Ronan pinch his brow because while it was cool it still wasn't perfect. But he hadn't meant it to be anything other than a way to hide things. Like the BMW Noah was sitting on.