His Thorns

Give me envy,
give me malice,
give me your attention.
- Ryan Ross

He was nothing but a little leach. Feeding on every inch of attention he could get. Everybody thought it was just normal for him to want that. Normal Ryan. Everybody liked normal Ryan, and that's exactly what Ryan wanted

Ryan is a rose; beware of the thorns, Brendon always said. It seemed like Brendon was the only one that thought that.

'Oh, you can't
help that,' said
the Cat: 'we're
all mad here.
I'm mad.
You're mad.'
- Lewis Carroll

Ryden all the way. A bit of Pyro somewhere in there, but mainly Ryden.
Rated R, just in case.
First Ryden/Pyro since the existence of my writing.

Secret mental disease. A flick on the nose to anybody that finds out what it is.

Bah. So. Who has the thorns?