aberth: (( ninety - four. ))
Aᴅᴀᴍ ❝ Fᴏʀᴇsᴛ Iɴᴛᴇʀɴ ❞ Pᴀʀʀɪsʜ ([personal profile] aberth) wrote in [community profile] xistentia 2017-08-02 05:23 pm (UTC)

I know.

( There's not much he doesn't know about the earth, nowadays. It's like his power took hold and the leaves became a part of Adam, the roots of the trees that reached for him offered up knowledge, the grass understanding. The first time they'd met, Adam had bloomed a series of flowers that were pretty together, but mostly meant that he thought Ronan was an asshole. He'd cherished that vicious grin afterwards. )

I can grow them for you now, if you're staying.

( Of course Ronan is, he always does. He's just never there in the morning.

Adam takes a step back, the air around them now filled with the scent of lavender. Adam takes a breath, doesn't look away from Ronan. There's something sad about this, he thinks, how careful they have to be together.
) Who was it this time?

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