aberth: (( seventy - one. ))
Aᴅᴀᴍ ❝ Fᴏʀᴇsᴛ Iɴᴛᴇʀɴ ❞ Pᴀʀʀɪsʜ ([personal profile] aberth) wrote in [community profile] xistentia 2017-06-02 02:38 pm (UTC)

[ He swears again as he fists dirty hands into the back of Ronan's jacket, knuckles white with how hard he's holding, half afraid that if he lets go the other boy will disappear again. ]

I don't think so.

[ He knows, logically, that they should actually talk about things. But for now he just breathes as deeply as he can, presses as close as he's able. ] Mine told me the same thing. [ And lo and behold, there's a siren sound coming from somewhere and the whirring of toy mechanics as a small police car careens into the same room. Adam pulls back, eyes wet as he rolls them, red high on his cheeks. ] I guess we're roommates?

[ As if he hasn't been spending half his time at the Barns anyway. But he doesn't want to think of the house, of the fields, of Opal's feet on the staircase. So he glances back, hands sliding now to Ronan's arm so he can take in Chainsawd. ] That's really weird.

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